Nnn..." She sat up, rubbing her head. "Wha...what happened?" She looked around and realized she was in that abandoned looking building again. No, it was a different one. And she was laying in a king sized bed, with a plush velvety purple comforter. The walls were brick, painted the same plum color as the comforter. There were two wooden dressers next to the bed, and on one of the dressers was a picture, the glass inside the frame had a large crack down the middle. Curious, she picked it up carefully and looked at it. It was a wedding photo, with a man with curly brown hair, hazel eyes and a beautiful smile. The woman he stood next to was absolutely stunning, her skin was perfectly tan and her long dark locks were voluptuous and curly. She had beautiful green eyes, and her body was just right. Not too curvy, but not too skinny either. She put the picture back where she had found it and she looked down at the floor, a shaggy tan carpet with newspaper clippings strewn across the floor, and some hung on a corkboard on the wall in front of her, with writing scribbled on all of them in red sharpie.
It didn't take her long to realize this must be the Joker's hideout.
She felt a chill down her spine again. The Joker himself had brought her here, to his very hideout. She crawled out of the surprisingly warm and comfortable bed, sighing a bit as she did so. She opened the door to the room she was in, looking around at the rest of the building. All the windows had been filled in with bricks or boarded up, making it impossible for anyone to see inside, or outside for that matter. There was a teal colored table in the right corner of the room, with a small tv sitting on top of it with the news on and a plush leather chair next to it, along with a cold cup of black coffee and a burnt out cigarette sitting in an ashtray. To her left was a large steel door, along with a few cabinets and a countertop, and a mini fridge filled with just about anything. Anything besides food. She sighed again, realizing just how hungry she was. There was another door in this room, which led to a cramped, tiny and dirty bathroom. There were containers of face paint lying on the sink and across the floor, no doubt this was where he stayed all right. She exited the bathroom and walked back out to the room with the little table again, and found an open doorway and walked inside, finding a small room with a worn old green couch and a beaten up coffee table covered in playing cards. She walked back out again and saw another door, opening it up to find a stairwell to what looked like the basement. She didn't dare go down there, so instead she shut the door and walked back to his room, lying down on the bed. She let out a sigh, and soon she fell asleep again.
"Hey you, sleeping beauty. Time to wake up." She felt something nudging her. Wait, what? She felt confused yet again, opening her eyes and taking in her surroundings. She was still in his hideout, and still in his bed. She rubbed at her eyes sleepily. He furrowed his brow at her. "I uh, hate to interrupt your little nap..." He paused, inhaling a large puff of smoke from his cigarette. She sat up in the bed, looking him over. He stood before her, his jacket had been tossed on the edge of the bed and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. He pulled the cigarette back out of his mouth with a gloved hand, exhaling the smoke. The first few buttons on his shirt were undone and his tie had been loosened, his skin glistened with sweat. He held his shotgun in his other hand, slung over his shoulder. "A-hem." He impatiently cleared his throat. She blinked a few times, trying to pay attention to whatever he was trying to say. "As I was uh, saying..." He started, only to have her cut him off. "Wait!" He inhaled, letting out a long and irritated sigh. "What?" Her cheeks grew red, feeling a little guilty for interrupting him. She almost forgot what she wanted to ask him in the first place. "...How did I end up here anyway? The last thing I remember is being at my old house..." She swallowed, feeling bad memories creep up just from mentioning her old home. "Well, duh." He giggled. "Unless you wanted to ah, be caught and arrested for murder and put in jail." She blinked. Was he saying what she thought he was saying? That he, the Joker, had brought her back here, to his hideout, because he didn't want her to get taken away? Her skin grew hot again and she heard him chuckle, realizing she was blushing. She looked away from him again, her cheeks growing redder. She shot her head back up and looked at him again. "Wait, so why did you knock me out then? Was that really necessary?" She grunted quietly, rubbing the bump she no doubt had on her head from all the hits she had taken today. He walked over, placing his hands on the bed and leaning over her. "Actually, it was." Again, his hazel eyes pierced through her. She shuddered. "Just because I brought you here doesn't mean I trust you." She looked down, a little disappointed at the fact he didn't fully trust her yet. She thought again, wondering why he would bother bringing her here anyway if he didn't trust her. "Why didn't you kill me?"
She felt goosebumps trickle up her skin. The forwardness of her question surprised even her. She swallowed, anxiously awaiting an answer. "Is that all? You done asking me questions yet?" He gave her an annoyed glance, she swallowed again. "Uh, yes but-" "Good. Because I need you to uh, do me a lit-tle favor." He grinned at her. A favor? Coming from him that could be anything. And again he had beaten around the bush when she asked him that same question. She sighed a little, deciding to ignore it, for now. "W-What kind of a favor?" What did he want with her anyway? Sex? Money? Something else? "Well, you seeā¦" He started, leaning away from her again, sitting on the edge of the bed. "I'm sure you've heard about uh, Mr. Wayne's masquerade party to-night?" He cocked his head, awaiting an answer. Masquerade? She hadn't heard anything about one, and she wasn't sure where this was going. She shook her head no, which made him a little irritated. "Ah, well, Bruce Wayne is having this par-ty. And I really want to go." He grinned, leaning over her again and making her skin crawl. "But, I don't have a uh, date." He smirked at her. A date? Is that really what he wanted, to take her on a...date? She thought to herself. No, he would use her to gain entry, probably, and that's it. She sighed. Better to go along with his little plan instead of object him. "Wait...I don't have a dress or anything..." "Ah, don't you worry your pret-ty lit-tle head off." He smirked at her. "Let's just say I uh, took care of it." For some reason, that didn't sound good. He stood up. "Well, you better go get ready. We have to leave in-" He looked at an imaginary watch on his wrist. "Four hours." He smirked, clapping his hands at her. "Chop chop! Let's go!" She sighed a little and stood up. "What about-" Everything went dark. 'Are you kidding me...' She thought to herself, but at least this time it was only a garbage bag and he hadn't knocked her out again. She sighed as he pushed and shoved her out the door and outside, where one of his goons waited with an all white van with tinted black windows. He held onto her with one hand, opening the back doors of the van with the other. He tossed her inside, causing her to wince a bit from underneath the bag. He stepped inside, pulling off the garbage bag and grinning like a maniac at her. "See you soon, princess." And with that, he hopped out, shut the doors and let out a fit of laughter as the van drove off.
