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Chapter 5
Kara sat back listening to the constant ticking of the clock as she lay looking up at the ceiling in the warehouse where the Joker had had her. He had been gone for what she felt had been 3 hours, and there was absolutely nothing possible that she could do to pass the time, except maybe hurl spitballs at the goon that was staring at her for the said amount of time. But she took one look at him, and decided against it. He looked about 3 feet taller than her 5'4 form. And spitting at him was not by any means the smartest thing in the world to do. Or the healthiest. Finally she shot up from the beat up couch that she was lying on, making the goon cock his machine gun.
"What in the world are you doing?" He demanded pointing it at her in a manner that told her that if she didn't explain herself in the next three seconds she was done for.
"Hey hey hey! Calm down! I'm just getting my iPod...see?" She asked holding one hand up by her shoulder and the other reaching slowly down towards the end of couch where her iPod touch lay.
The guard just rolled his eyes as he lowered his gun and went back to his post by the door. She just held on to her iPod, scrolling through all the songs that she had on it, looking through each artist, trying to find one that would fit her mood. She finally settled on Concrete Blonde, and their song "Darkening of the Light" from their album Bloodleting. Her mother had introduced her to the band, and "Darkening of the Light" had been the song that she had sung to Kara as her lullaby. Kara set the song on repeat and leaned back down against the couch, until she heard - or rather felt - the bang of the door as flew open, and let in more sunlight than she was prepared for. There were not any windows in the warehouse, and Kara hadn't been in too much sunlight since the death of her mother, and the sudden light shot into her eyes, and made her pupils painfully dialate.
"OOOW! GEEZE! What was that all about? My lans! Warn a girl!" she exclaimed squeezing her fists against her eyes.
The Joker rolled his eyes and walked in (at this point Kara noticed that he was dragging in some one behind him). "Just do me a favor? Yea, shut that hole in your face. There's someone I want you to meet."
He said with a smile. His smile faded however when he realized that she had turned the other way while he was talking. This girl obviously had some guts...something he had to fix at some point or another. Then again, gutsy wasn't always a bad thing. In his experience, gutsy sometimes proved to be most interesting. But who knows? It always did depend on his mood. He walked over to the young girl curled up on his couch (something else that he found rather gutsy, usually the people he took against his will would curl up on the floor in a corner) and used one arm to wrestle her onto the floor. She landed flat on her back, he partially on top of her, elbow digging into her lower abdomen, when he noticed the ear buds in her ears.
"What is with you teens and having these little rubber things in your ears?" He asked as he took one out of her ears.
Kara struggled underneath him. "Do you mind? You're crushing my spleen (A/N: I'm not sure if i spelled, or got the location right lol, sorry, now back to the story)!"
The Joker looked at her thoughtfully and looked into her bright blue eyes. "No, now I am."
He shifted his position her and landed right where she said he did. "Ow! My God, what is your problem!" She demanded as she jerked in pain and struggled, trying to get out from under him.
"Hey! Be nice to me, I brought you a present!" Said the Joker as he leaned back from her and put a hand over his heart, which complimented the fake expression of hurt that he wore along with it.
Kara took out the remaining bud from her ear and turned her iPod off. She eyed the Joker suspiciously and tried to look behind him, only to be shoved back down, landing right on her bum. The Joker looked at her incredulously.
"Come ON! You're about to ruin the surprise! You can't look! Geez, what did you guys do for Christmas? Wait...mmmm...no I really don't give a flying fadoodle what it was you guys did. But rule number one of getting a surprise from someone is that you have to close your eyes."
Kara looked over at the goon who had stiffened since his boss had come into the warehouse. She looked at him the way one of those guys on those reality TV shows look at the camera when the host asks them to do something stupid. Since he didn't do anything to help her out, she discreetly rolled her eyes and closed them with a frustrated sigh.
"Good girl! Now, stretch out your arms" Instructed the Joker, holding one hand over his latest guest's mouth, the other supporting him (which wasn't an easy task).
"You're not cutting off my hands or anything are you?" asked Kara.
"It's crossed my mind." stated the Joker calmly. He was amazed again as she remained calm, looking serene as she sat there with her legs tucked underneath her, eyes closed, arms extended. She wasn't even afraid of what it was that she had just heard him say. Most hostages would have flashed their eyes open, or snatched their hands back, but not her. It wasn't that she wasn't scared, any one could tell that she was, but she wasn't showing it as much as his other victims had had.
He shook his head clear and shifted the heavy man's weight around so that he was infront of him, and shoved him right into Kara's awaiting arms. Kara was by no means ready for that, and fell underneath his weight, so fast that she felt that the air was being sucked out of her. She opened her eyes as she felt the pressure on her, and they almost bulged out of her head. Her expression was that of horror and fear, more than when she had been taken from her highschool prom a few nights ago. She looked at the unconscious face of her father, and could smell the strong stench of alcohol on his breath. The Joker would have never heard the response to his "surprise" if he had not been right next to the two of them. Kara's response was so soft, and full of the fear that he had been expecting as she looked at her father, looked at her captor, and barely whispered, with unshed tears in her eyes
"How can you do this to me?"
Now, the Joker had been waiting, watching to see when the breaking point of captive would be. But nothing in the world, in the known galaxies - in the galaxies that were yet to be discovered - could prepare him for this weird feeling that he was experiencing...he didn't know how to explain it, but he felt all tight on the inside, and he wanted to make the fear go away...was this guilt?
A/N: Okay, I'm sorry for the rather short chapter, but i just wanted to give you guys something for being so amazing, and keeping up with my not updating, you guys are the best and I do it for you :) So! With that, I leave you with this here cliffie, and promise that I will try to be updating on the weekends, and ask that you guys please follow me on twitter Reecie_John, to tell me what you think, or to get to know me better! kk! Bye! :)