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Chapter 3:

She was cramped into the backseat of the van with the Joker, and a quick glance told her they were the only ones in there besides the driver. Watching him reach into his pocket, Sofia saw her captor pull out a dark purple cloth. She raised an eyebrow questioningly, and he grinned.

"We can't have you knowing where we are, now can we?" he asked rhetorically as he tied the blindfold around her head.

Absentmindedly, the Joker began to sift through her bag, and although she didn't want him touching her things, she knew that being against the actions would only egg him on. Sometimes, he would make annoying comments, like when finding a small purse with feminine products he feigned disgust.

"It's not your 'time of the month' is it?" She shook her head angrily and he giggled, continuing his search until he landed on her iPhone. He continued the one-sided conversation, wondering "Do you have…? Ah, here it is!" He turned up the speaker, playing "The Joker" on an endless loop. By the end of the car ride, she was sure she had the lyrics memorized.

After unsuccessfully trying to guide the clumsy 21-year-old to the building, the Joker eventually scooped Sofia up and carried her bridal-style into the building. She thought about struggling, but she by the time she'd decided on it, the young assistant had been dropped onto something soft. The blindfold was removed and she recognized the object she was sitting on to be a purple and green bed.

Looking around the room, Sofia saw a black couch, a nightstand and two doors, which she presumed led into a closet and a bathroom. She was about to ask who the room belonged to when she realized that the Joker had left the room and locked the door. Sighing she got up and looked out the barred window and watched a second black van pull in front of the building where she was being held captive. The rest of the goons had returned, and the Joker was waiting for them. She watched as he started talking to them, pointing up at the window, and she backed up as she saw their gazes fall on the small pane of glass that separated her from the outside world. Obviously, she would be there for a while.

A world away, Bruce Wayne was pacing in the Bat Cave, stopping occasionally to throw a Batarang at the wall in frustration. Not only had Joker gotten away, he also had Sofia. Sofia who had always been around to help, who made his day brighter when she smiled. Sweet, innocent, kind, beautiful Sofia. Bruce ran his fingers through his hair and sighed. He was normally stressed out when the Joker decided to take a hostage, but something about him taking Bruce's assistant awoke something inside, sending white- hot anger coursing through his veins.

Alfred came into the Cave with a coffee and dinner; no doubt, Wayne would be up all night. "Master Wayne, you really should get something in your stomach."

Bruce grunted back in thanks, and then after taking a sip of the coffee looked up at his old butler. "Why was he there? He couldn't possibly get anything from a children's camp." Bruce had no idea why, but it was infuriating to him that Sofia had been taken. Of course, the two shared a close bond, but there was something more than that, something confusing.

"Perhaps, Master Wayne, he went there specifically for someone." Alfred hinted. Bruce couldn't understand why he was feeling this way, but Alfred understood perfectly well. She and Rachel Dawes could have been twins, except for the difference in hair and eye color. The two girls had been best friends from a young age, and Sofia had been in as much pain as Bruce had been over her death. Undoubtedly, Bruce had subconsciously connected her loss with Rachel's.

"But why would he take her?" Bruce wondered aloud.

Alfred merely shrugged. "Perhaps he believed that by getting to her, Master Wayne, he could get to you."

"Why wouldn't he just come get me then?" Bruce whined.

Again, Alfred shrugged. "Why does the Joker do anything he does? To cause chaos. I'm sure if you were more…available he would have gone directly for you. By taking a high- up employee, he will cause panic throughout the company, anyone could be next."

Bruce groaned. "It's annoying how much you're right, do you know that?"

Alfred had to hold back a smirk as he left the young billionaire to his thoughts.

After her shower, Sofia put on pajamas left for her in the bathroom. They were, of course purple and green. She climbed into the bed and waited for sleep to come to her, but of course her mind kept her awake. Her thoughts were racing, and she figured she'd most likely die before she saw daylight again. A light flicked on in the dark room, and shielding her eyes from the harsh brightness, Sofia saw the Joker walk in and stretch out on the bed. She shot up in the bed, frightened, but he only rolled his eyes at what she was most likely thinking.

"I'm a better class of criminal than that, tiger." He drawled lazily.

"Just get off of my bed, Joker."

He made a face at her words, and then replied "You mean my bed, tiger. This is my room; you are just a guest in it."

She was unyielding. "I don't care whose room it is, if you're sleeping in here I'm not."

He shrugged. "Then you can go sleep in the hall; but I can't promise you that all my men have the same morals as me."

"Does it look like I care? You're a murderer! And I can take care of myself, I don't need help from a freak like you!" she fumed, fire spreading through her eyes like a wildfire.

In a second, the Ace of Knaves slammed his hand against her face, knocking her down. Grabbing her throat, his normally dark hazel eyes clouded over black. He constricted her windpipe, and growled out. "I am not a freak. I just act on the normal instincts and don't fake my way through life, like you
civilians." Just when the life started to drain from her, he let go and grabbed her wrist as she rubbed her throat with the other hand. He half- dragged her down the hall into a smaller room than his.

In this room, there was only a bed with blankets like his and a bathroom adjacent to the door. This room had no window, no means of escape. He threw her against the wall and stormed out, locking the door behind him. That night, Sofia cried herself to sleep, wondering why he had taken her.

After taking a shower to help wake up, she got dressed in a purple t-shirt with black and green yoga pants that'd been laid out for her. She desperately tugged at the sleeves to help cover the scars she strived to hide. They were a part of her past, a part she'd rather forget.

Sofia checked her watch and did a double take; it was already two in the afternoon! Her stomach growled and she looked at the door, which had been left open. She wandered down the hallway, noticing that there was no one around. While making breakfast, she looked out at the empty lot through a barred kitchen window. Sofia could figure that the Joker and his men were out pulling some elaborate heist and had let her sleep. Her heart nearly stopped when she saw a slightly cracked open door at the end of the hallway. Maybe it led to stairs and stairs would lead to the bottom floor, which would have an exit.

She glanced out the window again. The men were still gone, but she didn't know when they'd be back. If she wanted to escape, she'd have to go now. Not bothering to eat her food, she ran through the building and outside to the maddening freedom that had been returned to her. Her heart was pounding so loudly she was sure that the whole world could hear. She wondered where to go, most likely back home first, but she was in the Narrows right now so that might be too far… She thought frantically of anyone she knew who lived in the Narrows. A swift blow to the side of her head knocked her out cold, and she was brought back inside.