A/N: All right, at your request, here is another chapter up. Once again, thank you to all who reviewed, you really don't know how much I appreciate them.

I felt myself awakening, slowly drifting back to consciousness. That is when the pain hit me. Throbbing waves of it seemed to wash over me and pound to my every heartbeat. I didn't understand why I was in such a state.

Then memories of last night came crashing back. The most vivid ones where of him. I remembered his eternal smile glaring down at me while I fell against him, after the explosion of pain erupted in my head.

Well, my curiosity had been sated. I found out what it was like to be in the arms of the psycho clown. Even if I could barley remember it.

Focusing in on my surroundings without opening my eyes, I listened carefully to see if anyone else was in the same room I was, wherever that could have been. Besides my light breathing, and the steady rhythmic beat of my heart, I heard nothing.

Thinking it safe, I slowly opened my eyes, to be greeted with dark eyes surrounded by makeup staring down into mine, directly above me. Opening my eyes wider with surprise, I let out a startled shriek. It gave me a small bit of satisfaction to see him wince at the high pitched sound.

"...owww. Did anyone ever tell you, you scream like a banshee?" His childlike voice asked, while bring his hands up to his ears to rub them. "I mean, really. Is that anyway to say good morning to your savior?" At this, his expression seemed to turn into a disappointed consideration. He moved away from being above me to sitting on the edge of the bed. I quickly followed his act and sat up. I didn't want to be looking up at him anymore then I usually had to, as he normally towered more than a foot over me.

"Savior?" I asked skeptically. This man was nuts.

"Yes sweet cheeks, savior. I." he said while pointing to himself, "saved. You." He ended with pointing to me. From only being in his presence for 5 conscious minutes, I was quickly losing all patience.

"How the hell are you my savior? You kidnapped me, and brought me to this..." I broke of to quickly assess where I was. Noticing the pealing wall paper, stained carpet and poor lighting, I quickly came to a conclusion. "...dump."

I felt a sting on the side of my face from where his hand had connected this my face. Not hard, but enough to make me shut up. "Now now, no reason to get insulting. I saved you from splattering yourself on the sidewalk, if you don't remember. Quite graciously if I do say so." He said in a smug smile, which was soon followed by his not so sane laugh.

I knew arguing with him would be pointless. He would just morph whatever I said into justifying his heroic act. Instead of reply, I sat there and glared at him.

After a few minutes of what seemed to be a staring contest, I could tell he was starting to bore of it.

"Soooo…" he said, acting as if the silence was overly awkward. "What's your name?"

"What's yours?" I asked back. I had no intention of being cooperative.

"Hmm…" he licked his lips while looking as though he was debating the question. "I believe…I believe, I asked you first."

"So? I asked you second."

Suddenly I was being pressed against the bed with him leaning over me, gripping my face. I felt the cool press of metal against my cheek. "You know, precious," his endearment came out with a sneer. " I have been very patient with you so far. And you're really starting to tick me off. So," the pressure of the knife on my cheek started to increase, "why don't you answer my questions and be a good girl? Hmm? Yes?" Moving his hand that had been holding my chin, he threaded it through my wild hair, grabbing it near the nap of my neck and making my head nod to his 'yes'.

"Now, I'll ask again, what is your name?"

Grudgingly, I answered. "Annabelle."

"Annabelle…hmm. Anna? Or Belle? …Or Bella?" He asked in all seriousness.

"What?"

"What do your…uh, 'friends'…" at friends, he brought his hands up to make air quotations "…call you?"

"Why does it matter? You're not a friend." After saying this, I saw his expression turn to a threatening reminder. "Ugh, it depends on who you ask. Call me either or, just not Bella."

"Why not the name Bella? …Bella." His smile widened as he added the name I told him not to.

I rolled my eyes at his obvious attempt to be annoying. "Because I don't like it, that's why." I snapped. "What's yours?" I asked again.

"That," I could practicly hear him running his tongue along the inside of his scarred cheeks. "now that is for me to know, and you to…not." He started laughing again, enjoying his joke. Interrupting his giggles, I asked him why I was here.

"Now that is a good question! You," I saw him quickly lick his lips, "are here, because I want you to be. And you can throw all thoughts of someone coming to rescue you away, because that isn't going to happen." He said lightly with a smile. "You could say we...uh, 'settled' any questions that the people who saw me take you had." He said with a mischievous joyful look.

"You killed them, didn't you?" I asked bored. He was starting to become predictable, I found.

"O! You are good!" He said clapping his hands.

"So, if no one knows I'm here, what's the point? You can't send out a ransom for me, or put up any traps to catch the batman. What do you want?"

"Well, I could…but all in goodtime, my dear."

He saw my opening my mouth to continue with my questions, he however continued on before I could.

"Anywho, as much as I'm enjoying this conversation, I am a busy man. Places to destroy…people to kill…things to blow up, you know, the works." He said, while he got off the bed and started to walk away. "Do not leave this room, unless you wish to meet my men. I know they'd like to 'meet' you." He said with a smirk.

"No thanks." I said back, giving him a smile that I knew would bother him.

I was right, his mood seemed to dampen a bit. "You seem pretty calm with this whole situation." He said, while moving his arms around randomly.

"Why not be calm? I can't stop you from doing what you're going to do. You're obviously stronger than I am. You have the guns and men. I doubt screaming would do anything, or crying. Am I right?"

He started to walk back towards me. "In some ways, I suppose you are...but you could always…" he was right in front of me now, licking his lips, with his face bent down to be level with mine "beg." He finished with, his large smile, his eyes shinning with the idea of it.

"I don't beg." I told him.

His smile only widened. "Time will tell precious, time will tell." With that, he quickly pressed his scarred lips to mine. "Goodbye…Bella." Before I could realize what was happening, he was already across the room and closing the door behind him.

Furious, I yelled at him in frustration while throwing a pillow at the door he had just left. I heard him start to laugh again at hearing the thump of something hitting the door. His snicker started to die as he walked farther away.

A/N: …right. Well, I am completely unsatisfied with this chapter. I'm sorry if it was obvious, but I had a really hard time writing this one. I know not much happened in it either, but the joker and Annabelle need to get closer before my story can really kick off. I have almost all the chapters planned out, at least roughly. So next chapter should have some more interaction between the two, and some action. Maybe.

Please let me know what you think, is it as bad as I think it is? If so, please let me know, and I can try and fix whatever needs to be fixed. I'm not against begging like Annabelle is. Ha.

Anyway, I hope you enjoyed!