HEY GUYS! Sorry it's been so long, I've been SUPER busy. I hope you enjoy this chapter and forgive me for being so long. Without further ado!

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Chapter Four:

Time seemed to endlessly drone on. The more Rosalie sat in the chair the more she realized that she had no idea when The Joker would be back. For all she knew it could be an entire week before she saw him again. Not that she was complaining but she had never even gone a whole day without food or water. Sleeping would be hard but she knew it was at least plausible. Gotham was not a place people were proud to say they grew up in. It was a place that people skipped over visiting because the chances of some major terrorist event occurring was almost an everyday thing. Most of the city was corrupt and those who weren't were too scared to do anything about them. There were only two people Rosalie could name that stood out among the others. That were braver than the others. The first one was Commissioner James Gordon. Originally a detective when Rosalie first met him; Gordon was now one of the good cops. One of the ones who worked hard to get the crime off of the streets. The second was Batman. Gotham's dark knight. Someone that placed hope into the minds of those who had began to give up on the city. Batman was a symbol for most. Rosalie would never admit it but she felt the same.

Rosalie was once again whisked away from her thoughts when she noticed the door knob was rattling. After a few seconds she heard the sound of keys clinking together and the lock being turned. Her breath halted as she realized that she wasn't quite so ready to have another encounter with The Joker. To her somewhat relief the man who walked through the door was not The Joker, but merely a henchmen. One of his lackeys.

"So you're the chick that's got everyone so rattled." He walked into the room past the chair Rosalie was sitting in and began digging through some drawers.

She wanted answers, and she thought that this may very well be her only opportunity to get them. "Who are you? I assume you work for The Joker or else this is gonna get really awkward."

The man laughed and walked into Rosalie's line of sight. "Yea I work for The Joker. He asked me to check in on you every once in a while." He pulled out a knife and cut the ropes that kept Rosalie tied down to the chair. "You're not like the others. You're not a whiner. At least for now. I'm sure by one point The Joker will have you begging for mercy. They all do. I'm Joey." He held out his hand.

"Thanks for the reassurance…" She shook his hand hesitantly, "I'm Rosalie… I don't know why I'm here, but if there's been others and I assume they've all died doesn't that make The Joker sort of a serial killer with a type?"

"This isn't what he does for a job honey. He does this when he's bored. Doesn't really matter who as long as he thinks he can have some fun with them." Joey pulled Rosalie out of her chair and led her down to the kitchen. "It would be in your best interest to limit the talking when The Joker's around. He's a ticking timebomb."

"Really, I hadn't noticed." She muttered as she examined the kitchen.

"So what's the story with you? What makes you stand out to him?" Joey asked while stirring some type of liquid in a bowl.

She actually laughed at the question. "You think I know? One moment I'm in an alley threatening some low life thug and the next thing I know The Joker's whacking me on the head, and I wake up here. I guess he keeps everyone in the dark with these kind of things."

"And you're not scared?" He asked looking at Rosalie.

"I know I don't look like it right now but all I want to do is break down and cry. I can't though, it won't get me anywhere but maybe dead." Rosalie sat at the table hiding her face in her hands. She really was on the verge of breaking down. She tried to pretend that she wasn't bothered by the situation she was currently in. She wanted to believe that if she lived she lived and if she died.. well… too bad for her. It wasn't true though. She hated that she hadn't done anything with her life other than mope around and now she was stuck with The Joker and his goons probably for the last few days of her life. How pathetic was she.

"Hey uh… you ok? You have some mid-life crisis or somethin'?" Joey asked shifting back and forth on his feet.

"Joey if I wasn't having a self pity party right now I would probably slap you upside the head." Rosalie mumbled shaking her head.

"Was it something I said?"

"I can't have a mid-life crisis until I'm middle aged." She smiled slightly feeling her mood lift.

That was quick to change though when the sound of the front door was heard. Rosalie's head shot up looking back and forth from Joey to the hallway. This was it. The moment she had been dreading. Joey stood up straight keeping his eyes focused on the hallway, not taking the time to spare a glance at Rosalie.

"Honey I'm home!" The Joker came striding down the hall and stopped at the entrance to the kitchen. "You know I thought I heard voices down here and it filled me with immense joy to know that I was coming home to a new-uh toy." He grinned at Rosalie and turned to Joey. "Thatcher, go help the rest of the boys bring in the rest of the… luggage."

Joey, now appearing to carry the last name Thatcher, instantly moved into action leaving The Joker and Rosalie alone. Rosalie sat at the table with her back to The Joker holding her breath. The next moment The Joker was behind her holding his knife to her neck. One of his hands rested on her shoulder holding her in place. Rosalie gasped and sat up straight, trying to keep her neck as far away as she possibly could from the blade. The Joker took a moment before saying anything.

"I thought you would be more excited to see me. What's wrong? Cat got your tongue?" He whispered excitedly.

"If you're going to kill me just do it already." She snapped. She didn't want to play this game of cat and mouse. Not today or any other day.

"Kill you?! Why would I kill you when I haven't even had the chance of getting to know you. Besides… when it's time you'll be begging me to kill you. So why waste your breath on it now?" The Joker used the tip of the knife to nick her neck causing Rosalie to flinch. He let the knife linger for a moment more, then pulled away completely. He grabbed both sides of the chair and flipped it around so he was face to face with Rosalie. He grinned examining her fully. "That's more like it." He looked at the small drop of blood sliding down her neck and then brought his attention back to her.

The Joker and Rosalie continued their game of who would blink first until The Joker got antsy. He grabbed her arm yanking her out of the chair and began leading her upstairs. Rosalie protested at first but one glare from The Joker silenced her. How pitiful. A thousand thoughts were running through Rosalie's mind. Where were they going to now? What was he planning on doing with her? He seemed above the whole rape game, but she wouldn't put it past him until she knew for sure. She wanted to see Joey again. She trusted him way more than she trusted the man leading her throughout his hideout. The Joker stopped at a door letting go of her arm to pull out a set of keys. He unlocked the door and pushed Rosalie in, following after her. He closed the door turning back to face her.

"Welcome to your room. Whenever I'm gone and I can't have Joey babysit you'll stay here. With the door locked. I know I can't provide a five star room, but I honestly prefer the one star rooms." The Joker paced the room while Rosalie stood with her back to the far wall.

She cleared her throat, planning for her voice to come out strong and even. It was no where near strong. "So what exactly are we doing here?"

"I told you, this is where you'll be staying. Did I not make that clear?" He walked closer to her leaving a small amount of space left.

"That's not what I meant… I meant all of this. You're just gonna keep me around until I cease to amuse you and then kill me? Seems like a waste of time to me." She wished something she said would all of the sudden change his mind, but she knew it was pointless.

"How many times-uh do I have to tell you that I'm not going to kill you yet so you don't have to worry about that right now. Just indulge me dollface. Let's get to know each other. I'm sure you've got some secrets running around in that little brain of yours." He was right in front of her now, his breath hitting her face.

"I don't want you to call me dollface." She muttered looking away, nervous.

His tongue ran over his scars and then his voice deepened. "Well then I'll just call ya Rosy. No arguing with this one."

She loathed the nickname, it was the one her parents often had used, but if it kept The Joker somewhat peaceful then she would deal. "Thank you…"

He ran a hand through her hair letting it rest on her neck. "I've got a few things to deal with so we can begin the getting to know each other later." He pulled his hand away and then left.

This man we crazy. Demented. Whatever you want to call it. But for right now Rosalie felt she could sleep at ease until the next day at least. What on earth had she gotten herself into.

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