Ok, next chapter here. Sorry it takes me so long to get to the 'good stuff' but i just love sexual tension, probably the reason i can't stick to a guy for more than a few months... ah well, anyways, here's the next one:

Chapter 7: Damn those eyes

The following morning Laura was awakened by rapid knocking at the door. She got up, and walked towards the door, only then realizing she had slept in her underwear. The joker was standing in front of the door, a big smile on his face.

She ran back to the bed, picked her clothes off the floor and slipped into them. Then she walked back to the door and opened it.

"Good morning beautiful," he said, "what a great way to start the day, don't you agree?" He didn't wait for her to reply, instead he pushed a bundle of clothes into her arms.

She put the bundle on a nearby display table and lifted up the top one. It was a black dress and it was gorgeous.

"How did you know my size, and where did you get this?" She asked.

The Joker smiled, "I've been in your apartment before, remember, I need you to look nice for what I want you to do for me."

She moved a little bit closer to him, not really thinking about it, "And what is it you want me to do?" She asked.

"It's a surprise, but don't worry beautiful, you'll find out soon enough." He took a step closer to her and put his hand through her hair, grabbing the back of her neck, "for now, I just need you to stay put like a good little girl, I'll be out today, so you and the guys have fun now." He said, breathing in her face.

She stared up into his eyes, his incredible, unreadable, indefinable eyes. She felt herself going weak. He looked back at her with the most intense stare she had ever seen. She couldn't help releasing a quiet moan. The joker smiled. Then suddenly he let go of her, making her fall on the floor, and walked away.

She just lay there, dazed. She was feeling warm and yet shivery all over. But most of all, she felt rejected, she wanted to cry. She couldn't believe that for a second there she had wanted him to want her. There was something terribly wrong with her.

She decided to look at the dresses to cheer herself up, and they surely did. They were all absolutely stunning. She picked them up one by one. There was a soft-pink colored strapless dress, a red one with an open back, an emerald green halter dress, a white strapless dress with a purple band across the waist and two black dress, one with a keyhole cut and the other one an elegant dress with short sleeves. 'Too bad it's only 40 degrees outside' she thought with a sigh. She decided she did need a shower before putting any of these beautiful dresses on. But first, breakfast.

She got down to the staff room, but no one was there. Crashing into the couch she decided to have a cigarette first. As she was sitting there smoking, the guy called Twitchy walked in. He started as he saw here, and then looked at the cigarette.

"You don't want to do that here, Larry will throw a fit." He said, his eyes moving rapidly across the room.

"Ah well, it's his problem, not mine." She said, putting out her cigarette on a plate that was standing on the table. "But I'm guessing he's not even here, because this plate is," she joked.

"No, him and Bull and the boss had some business to attend to." Twitchy replied, "Don't worry, I'm sure they'll be back soon, they wouldn't tell anyone we are here, would they?" He asked nervously.

She smiled at him, must suck to be so nervous all the time, "No I'm sure they won't, the Joker couldn't just walk in a police station and tell them some guys were hiding in an old museum, they'd probably shoot him on sight." She replied.

"Oh, yeah, right…" Twitchy said, but it didn't seem to make him any less nervous.

"So, where's the rest then?" She asked.

"Kitchen, I think they're waiting for you."

So she walked over to the kitchen, retracing her steps from when she came in yesterday.

Max and Luke were standing over the counter, reading something. They looked up when she came in.

"Well, well," the Look said when he saw her, "guess our little princess made the news today." He smiled, his eyes were all over her body, making her shiver in disgust.

Max shoved the newspaper in her hand.

She read

IMPORTANT WITNESS IN GOTHAM EXPLOSION KILLED.

Laura de Jong, 25 years old, an important witness of the explosion that destroyed the Patton building in the city's center, was killed herself yesterday evening. She fell victim to another terrorist attack, when an explosive went off in her kitchen, causing her apartment to catch fire. Other residents of the apartment complex could be evacuated and have taken refuge at family members and shelters.

The fire brigade could prevent most of the damage to other apartments, but when they entered de Jong's apartment, they found the remains of the young woman. Security cameras show footage of two persons in clown masks running out of the building just before the explosion. This confirms the police's suspicions that the explosion yesterday was a retaliation for the Joker's death this weekend.

This was also confirmed when police found a detonator similar to the ones the Joker used to use. This detonator was found in a trashcan in the same street as the Patton building.

The article then went on about the explosion yesterday. She put the paper down.

"Well, now that I'm officially dead, how about some coffee?" She said, smiling. Max gave her a cup and a bowl of cereal.

She ate her cereal standing up. She almost couldn't stand the tension. On the one hand there was Luke, who kept staring at her with those unimaginably creepy eyes, on the other hand was Max, who was also looking at her with what seemed to be a mixture of worry and thoughtfulness. She just looked at her cereal and coffee until both were gone. Then she asked Max if there was a shower somewhere.

"Sure, follow me." He said.

She followed him along different exhibition rooms and they came to a men's restroom. She looked at it suspiciously.

"We remodeled it a bit, put some showers in there, we haven't made one for women yet, you heard what Bull said, the Joker doesn't normally allow women in here. Now, after you've cleaned up come to the staff room, we've got a lot to do today."

He left and Laura watched him walk away, he wasn't as nice to her as he'd been yesterday.

She opened the door and stepped in. The inside was totally different than she'd expected. There were marble floors and beautifully decorated walls. It was also very big. In front of her was a big Jacuzzi, on the right were four shower stalls and on the left were all kinds of shampoo and towels.

She grabbed some soap and shampoo at random and a towel. Then she went back to the showers. She stepped inside the first one and removed her clothes.

The hot water felt wonderful on her skin. But it gave her time to think about where she was heading.

Here she was, in some deserted museum with what where probably Gotham's most wanted criminals and psychopaths. But it was her own choice, she had decided to live and blow up that building. This thought shocked her; she had decided to live! Sure, she had decided to live over and over again while contemplating suicide, but this was something entirely different. She hadn't committed suicide because she felt it would be unfair to the ones who gave their lives for her, but she had always thought that when the time came she would die, she would embrace it. 'This is what I choose,' she thought, 'this is what I want. Maybe, I just want other people to feel what I felt, because they didn't understand. Sure, they pretended to understand, but they just didn't, they didn't care enough to even try to understand. Well, a lot of people are going to understand exactly how I felt.'

She smiled, she had never gotten revenge. She had wanted to, but she couldn't find the people responsible and neither did the police. And of course, that was just because they didn't look hard enough, they didn't care enough, nobody did. Someone must have recognized the sketches on the news, they were just protecting those horrible men, their own lives were obviously more important to them than anything else. Well, two can play that game, she decided her only priority from now on had to be her own life and feelings. And she would be happiest alone, so all other people just had to go!

She dried off and put on the dress, then she went to the mirror to check on herself. The dress fit her perfectly. She had picked the black one with the short sleeves. It looked classy, but still sexy. Only thing wrong about it was that it showed her bra and panty lines. "Well, you can't wear the same underwear two days in a row anyway." She said to the empty room as she took of her panties and bra and put them in a trashcan. She blow-dried her hair. This bathroom was perfect, she hadn't even had a blow-drier in her own apartment. 'The only thing missing is make-up' she thought as she closed the door behind her.

Ok, i've been trying to get chapter 8 online, but there's some kind of upload error. i'll upload as soon as i can.