Ok, I know that Ive been horrid with this story, seeing as how I haven't updated this story for god knows HOW long, but because I adore you all, my wonderful readers, I give you this ridiculously long chapter full of mean insane joker goodness, also I give huge thanks to Calamity Fae who helped me with this story, by yelling at me when she knew I was just sitting around and not doing anything, and editing for me.

I hope you all like it!

ENJOY!


With a bright smile and a breathy chuckle at our eagerness to become his little helpers, he was gone.

Thank god he left the door open!

Slowly I crawled over to where Willow sat, we had separated ourselves when I started talking and singing to myself. "What's going to happen now?" I asked sitting beside her, pulling my knees to my chest to rest my chin on my knees.

"I don't know, anything he wants us too." She replied gravely.

It made me wish for that patented willow charm to bring me out of my phobia inspired funk. I turned to look at her, checking for any damage or anything in the light that he had so graciously gave.

Fine, fit as one could be when locked in a dark room for god knows how long, with the exception of the fading purple bruise still healing along her jaw.

She turned to look at me taking in my bruised cheek and busted lip. "Damn, when did that happen?" She muttered reaching a hand out to touch the tender marks. It was quickly swatted away; physical contact couldn't be handled without tears following.

"I made too much noise." I replied simply.

I just couldn't help it; the dark was one of my deepest fears, and being stuck in it, whether I had a bunk buddy or not was one of the most frightening experiences of my life. After what felt like an eternity in that room, I couldn't take it! I banged on the door so hard my whole arm shook with the force of it and screamed to be let out at the top of my lungs. When my voice was broken and my throat burned so badly that it hurt to swallow, and my hands felt like they were broken, he came. "Are you finished?" Was his only reply to my frantic please for freedom!

Though the look on his face quelled the anger at his blunt ignorance to my hysteria, how could let a girl with a genuine fear of the dark in a DARK room! I slowly backed away from the fuming clown, though he followed me, stalking me, cornering me. "You interrupted my little deal you know," He continued as if I hadn't moved. "Had to tell them my little kitty got loose and was yowling for some attention-uh."

I felt the hard concrete at my back, and as scared as I was . I liked it! The tremors that raced down my spine at how close he was the pounding of my heart in my ears. Biting onto my bottom lip I whimpered. "I I'm sorry, I just can't stay here anymore. Please!" I whimpered out shrinking against the wall, hoping that I could sink through and disappear.

He sighed softly shaking his head. "Angel , angel, angel, you begged me to bring you here!" He laughed out, his face twisting into a morbid smile, tugging harshly on his scars.

"B but I can't be in the dark, please Mr. Joker." I tried, the look on his face told different, instead he just smiled gently at me, pitying me. I've always hated pity, but seeing as my current situation wasn't the best I swallowed all protests.

"You know, I like the way you beg." He growled out arms blocking any form of escape, like I would TRY!

"Sounds so desperate, needy."

He leaned in close."Say 'sorry Mr. J." He murmured tongue coming out to wet his lips.

"S...sorry Mr. J" I repeated, my voice cracking somewhat. He let out a soft chuckle before leaning back. I let out a breath that I didn't even realize I had been holding in, and leaned my head back on the wall.

I didn't expect the hard blow that sent me crashing to the floor. I could already feel my eyes tearing up as my hand shot up to cup my tender cheek. "You really need to learn-uh." He muttered.

And with that He left, plunging me once again in the dark.

"You alright dude?" Willow asked, pulling me out of my flash back.

"Yeah I'm fine, just hurtin' that shit smarts!" I muttered softly hand reaching up to cup the purple bruise.

"What the fuck happened to your hands?" She gasped out. Looking down my eyes widened, and then the pain hit, FUCK! My hands were bruised and swollen and suddenly I was reminded of the disease that took hold of my fathers hands.

"Look it was dark in here, and he locked us in here what the fuck do you think happened?" I snapped, though I felt bad once it was out of my mouth. I couldn't help it; I was on edge and still had adrenaline pumping from being stuck there for so long with no way out.

"Damn, well sorry! I just can't believe I slept through that! Are they broken or anything?" She asked quietly looking over the swollen fingers with interest; I slowly bent one then the other.

They weren't broken, just bruised and swollen.

"Bonding I see." His voice filled me with something indescribably, a mix of fear and arousal and something else that I couldn't quiet put my finger on. "Well don't all speak up at once!"

"Are you finally going to let us out of here?" I asked suddenly feeling a little bold.

"Depends Angel, are you going to be a good kitty." He asked raising a brow. It was those eyes, so intense and unhinged, I couldn't look at him.

Not like I could blush, not light enough for that kind of thing.

"Yes." I replied, proud of the lack of waver in that answer.

"Good, but I only need one of you right now... So! Who wants to go first?" He asked tilting his head to the side curiously.

We didn't answer, of course we both wanted out, but what was he planning? What did he want with us that required only one?

"Well? He asked curious raising a curious brow. "Don't make me choose."

We looked at each other, I didn't want to leave willow, but I couldn't stay in that room anymore! The silence was deafening.

"I'll do it!" I called out as I saw Willow open her mouth to volunteer, i gave her an apologetic look before standing up to look at him.

He was smiling, he knew I'd be first to speak up.

I almost wanted to say never mind, but I knew better.

I'd already volunteered for what ever he was scheming.

"Well? Lets go." He muttered turning from the door to allow me past him.

The light in the hallway was so bright I thought for a moment I might go blind from it, he simply laughed at me before turning to look into the room again. "Don't want you getting away now do we?" He asked Willow before shutting the door.

Pivoting on his heels he walked down the long hallway, me following at his heels like a lost puppy. It was hard to keep up with him, since he was much taller then me at least a head in a half, and was able to take longer strides.

I looked around, it looked like the inside of some old broken down building, so old school joker! I wanted to comment but I heard a loud scream from the end of the hallway and damn near had a heart attack.

He laughed, " Sounds like some one cant take it." he replied.

I felt horrible, I cant believe that I left her back there. I'd be lying if I said that I would rather be in her place if I could. Being in the dark period was a terrible thing for me, being in it alone... just wouldn't be tolerated.

Finally stopping at a steel door he opened it and stepped to the side waiting for me to go in first.

His workshop, at least that's what it looked like.

It wasn't an overly large room, but big enough for what I suspected when on inside. The floor was cement, like everything else here, and there were dark stains that looked far too much like blood. One such darkened patch at the center of the room seemed too big to be real, as if he'd slaughtered a full family, or perhaps just bleed one poor soul completely dry. Whatever the case, I didn't want to think about it. The walls were damp, though I had no idea where the moisture could be coming from.

Why were these places always WET?

And then there were the tools..or, more aptly seeing as this was The Joker, toys. A wide range of power tools and other devices one never wanted to see in relation to a mad man and their own personal health. They lined the walls on wooden pegs and lay scattered haphazardly about the table pushed up against the back wall. My eyes roamed to the thick wooden chair off to our right, the arms and legs bolted with leather cuffs to restrain whoever he felt deserved it at the time. So he could cut them, play with them, and never worry about them running off.

The mere sight of the room made a chill work its way up my spine. I wanted to run, but found myself frozen on the spot. Everything in me wanted to scream for help to run as fast as I possibly could away from this place, and him.

But I was no fool, I was stuck, besides wasn't this what I had always dreamed about?

With an impatient shove forward I stumbled into the room, spinning on my heels to look at him, eye's wide mouth agape. A deer caught in the headlights.

He just frowned deeply at me, "Don't try to talk me out of your punishment, it's your own fault." He chuckled.

As scary as it was I shuddered at the look he spared me, the pleased smile that told of his obvious pleasure he was going to take in teaching me this lesson that I still wasn't sure if I deserved. Of course that didn't matter, not in the slightest.

A few steps saw me falling into the rickety chair, nearly knocking it backwards in my jerky steps to get away from his predatory gaze, with a soft squeak. He giggled as he skipped away to one of the tables that held his many...toys, throwing things this way and that until he found what he was looking for.

Turning back to me, he showed me the prize he held. Rope.

One step was all it took.

My body finally jumping into action.

Jumping up from the chair, thankful that my body was responding again.

A deep frown tilted his scars, and made my breath hitch.

Those eye's peering into my soul demanding I sit like a good girl.

I refused, eyes shifting to stare at the floor, I couldn't handle that intensity. He moved dropping the rope to the ground he stalked forward.

I didn't wait for him to corner me. I ran, making a beeline for the door, he was faster.

Before I could even touch the door he was there. Slamming me into the concrete wall, my head connecting with a dull thud.

GOD!

The world spun around me, my ears were ringing, but I couldn't stop! I struggled blindly against his hold.

A hard shove, knocking the air from my lungs kept me still, long enough for a blade to be pressed to my throat making my breath hitch.

"Now... didn't I tell you, you couldn't talk me out of your punishment?" He asked pressing the blade harder to my throat. I held my breath, I wouldn't have been shocked if he slit my throat. Hell he already talked about getting rid of one of us.

Whats stopping him from changing his mind.

"Then you try to run away." He growled against my ear. I shuddered against him. It felt like there was an echo, and my head was still pounding.

"I'm sorry." I squeaked trying in vain to escape the blade digging into my neck.

He tsked at my sad excuse for an apology. "Well-uh, sorry isn't good enough-uh" He growled before slamming my head into the brick wall again with a sickening crack.

Pain shook my body so hard a shout burned my still soar throat. I felt my eye's burn and my body go limp my head lolling back to rest on his chest, my vision swimming for a moment before finally going black.

"Time to wake up angel." A voice echoed, but it was so unfamiliar I couldn't figure out just where it was coming from, but FUCK it it wasn't annoying.

Echoing, slowly getting louder and louder, and GOD! My head was fucking killing me!

A sharp pain in my cheek brought me screaming back to reality.

"What the FUCK!"

"Tsk tsk. You'll have to excuse her, she's got quiet the mouth." His voice cooed.

Trying to clear my swimming vision, with quick fluttering lids. I stared up at him. He was grinning, like a kid in a candy store, at me from behind a camera.

"This my dear citizens, is Angelique. Say hello to the people angel." He continued waiting for my response.

I frowned deeply before my body decided to act accordingly again, I struggled in the chair that he must have tied me to when I passed out.

"What the hell is going on?" I cried out at him,pride welling in my chest at finally finding my voice... even if it was strapped to a rickety chair infront of an insane clown...

"Angel," he cooed as if chastising a child. "Children watch this, besides that language will get you into a lot of trouble." He chuckled at his little joke, before turning the camera onto himself.

"You see ladies and gentlemen, little angel here was just like any of your children, but the poor little girl has a thing for the badies." He wiggled his brows at me. "Which I must tell you its quiet-uh... flattering."

I couldn't believe it... He was going to make an example of me to the people of Gotham. All because I just wanted to get out of that terrible room and get some sort of light around me!

"Unfortunately, little angel has got that mouth."

Setting the camera down on the table so that it faced me. He turned, grinning from ear to ear, at me.

I didn't do anything! I didn't deserve to be killed as an example!

Moving to stand in front of me again, he frowned slightly, unappeased with the expression on my own face. "Whats wrong angle?... I thought you loved the lime light." He asked tilting my chin up so I looked up at him, I closed my eyes.

I was a shy girl to begin with, could hardly meet eye's with most people, but with the over powering aura of dominance rolling off of the mad man in waves it made it impossible to even pretend.

"Look at me." He cooed gently tapping my face with a gloved hand, I couldn't! I squeezed my eye's shut tighter. I knew what he wanted.

".ME. " he bellowed, jerking my face closer.

I conceded feeling tears prick at the backs of my eyes, though a soft hiss slipped past my lips at that tone.

"Why are you so upset hmm?"He asked, the tip of the blade that he held in his other hand pressing lightly against my cheek. "Maybe I should make you smile... hmm? After all you do like my scars." He murmured pressing the blade to the corner of my mouth, I could already taste the blood as he pressed it harder against the tender flesh there.

I tried to hold the tears back, but couldn't help the few that slipped down my cheeks.

"Then you could have scars of your own.. or..." He trailed off, pulling the blade away from the nick he made, and pressed it to my exposed shoulder. He smiled brightly. Repositioning the blade against my arm he began his work, sinking the harsh metal into my arm he made the first line.

I don't think I've ever screamed so loud in my life!

He may as well of stabbed me with a hot poker, it felt like every nerve ending there was on fire. I struggled, as best I could in the tight bondage, but after only helping to tear my own flesh and ruining his cut I simply sat there. My body jerking and squirming in the chair with each new slice.

I tried, not to make any noise, I really did! I bit so hard into my bottom lip that I could taste blood. Hot tears rolling down my cheeks, and if that wasn't bad enough, I was whimpering and sobbing like a punished child. I don't remember when he was finished but I do remember him trailing an almost tender finger over the cuts he made. He laughed when I jerked away; wheezing after every gut wrenching giggle that fell past his scared lips. "I like it... but..."He muttered.

Moving to the other side he repeated the process, I screamed this time, but he didn't stop. He just made the cuts deeper.

I'm sure that my throat was bleeding by the time he was done. I felt woozy, and it was hard to keep my eye's open, but the look on his face told that my punishment wasn't over.

There were so many things that I did wrong already, and he meant to make me pay for it all.

Reaching a hand down he ripped the cotton material of my pajama pants. I gave a high pitched squeak; tugging as hard as I could on the harsh frayed rope adrenaline pumping through my veins, my body trying to take away some of the harsh pain.

I never pictured him to be of the raping kind, though my body couldn't help reacting to such treatment. A quick backhand saw me sobbing like a disciplined child.

Kneeling beside me he smirked, "That's so much better, its always better for you to be a good girl." He cooed

"Fuck you.." I growled softly, I wouldn't give him the satisfaction of my submission, least not yet.

"Still with that mouth." He frowned putting a hand to my bleeding arms and pressing a finger in to the deep jagged gash there. I cried out, god it hurt! He began a new one on my thigh, working on a masterpiece. I didn't scream this time, I just sat quietly sobbing, but there was something different. It felt kinda…weird.

I shuddered at the electric current that ran through me with every drag of the steel against me. I bowed my head low; I didn't want him to see the pleasure that I know must have been clear on my face. I turned my head slightly, I was curious...

Was he doing something different to make it feel this way, or was I really just that much of a freak that this mad man carving into my skin turned me on?

There was nothing different, His cuts were deep and jagged, though his hand was steady as he moved the sharp blade through tender skin. I could feel the pain of each slice that he made, there was no mistaking the sharp spike that raced up my spine, but it was still so different.

It was embarrassing... but I couldn't help the way my body twitched, and my panties moistened. The metallic scent of my own blood filled my senses and the world went silent around me. I couldn't hear his light humming as he worked or the high pitched ring of the camera as it recorded my pleasure at the hand of this maniac. I could only feel, and GOD did it feel amazing. The feel of the cold blade against my heated skin, the steady flow of blood seeping from the wound and down onto the chair, it left me in a frenzy. My left foot bouncing so fast my entire body seemed to move along with it. My lids closing tightly as my eyes rolled to the back of my head. My teeth closed so tight onto my bottom lip that I was sure that I had pierced right through it.

I hadn't even realized that he had stopped until a hand closed itself tightly around my throat and jerked my head up. He was smiling but it quickly died when he saw what was happening. A lump formed in my throat and my eye's widened. He could see it! The pleasure I was taking in what was supposed to be my punishment. He didn't like it, the slow increase of pressure on my throat told me that, but even then I was still too turned on by the cuts to really care. I stilled completely and stared up at him, waiting for his next move.

His hold got tighter and tighter, I could feel the blood rushing to my face and tears leaking freely from my eyes. My mouth agape, my lungs working overtime to try and get some air. My body struggling wildly in the chair, hands itching to go for his eye's so he would let me free. It felt like my head would pop.

I always said that suffocation was a terrible way to die.. was this how he was going to do it, just watch as I struggled to take a breath, watch the life drain from my face as my lungs finally gave up on the struggle?

With a low growl he let me go with a hard shove backwards, making me tip backwards and fall with a heavy crack and thud against the unforgiving cement. He turned away from me moving back to the camera and picking it up as he whistled out a jaunty little tune.

"There you have it ladies and gentlemen... a girl on the track to chaos." He laughed, before slamming the door shut once more, and leaving me... alone... in the dark.

"WAIT!"


I know it's slightly weird since I made her suddenly mouthy.. but this character is based off of me so.. shes going to be a bit mouthy, but only a little bit.

When it comes to the cutting and how she only seems to get off on it in certain places... I can't really explain that, but I can tell you that I know what I'm talking about here. I know many people who do not cut to scream for help or to take the pain away, but they do it... as a form of masturbation. I've actually met a violin player who has a pair of thigh cuffs with spikes in them so that when she plays, and feels the pleasure of her music, her body reacts and the thigh cuffs cut into her skin, and you can tell when it happens because the music suddenly becomes... ALIVE It's amazing to watch!

Any way, thank you all for reading, and please review so I can finally finish up the next chapter.