Batman appeared out of no where, hitting the Joker so he dropped his hold on the woman for a minute. The Joker laughed, as the fight continued, Batman hitting numerous thugs that surrounded me. One minion grabbed Batman, and I watched the Joker stomp his foot and a blade shot from his shoe. In one swift movement, the Joker kicked Batman, impaling him with the blade. He jerked the blade out and stumbled back laughing hysterically.
That's when the Batman saw me. The Missing Maroni. He lunged out of the cronies grasp and dived for me, grabbing me away from the other men. I didn't know what to do, the Batman was saving me, but that was the last thing on my mind. I couldn't leave the Joker. The Batman was leading me away, telling me I was safe now, when gunshots and breaking glas sounded through out the room, while the other woman screamed again.
"You've got five seconds to let her-ah, go." The Joker growled, holding the woman over the broken window, dangling over a deathly drop.
The Batman hesitated, before growling, "Let her go." Not particularly the smartest superhero. The Joker did just that, laughing as the girl screamed as her body dropped. The Batman let go of me, leaping out after the girl, leaving the Joker laughing behind. No one made a sound, as the Joker waltzed up to me, grabbed me roughly.
"Come on, dollface." He snarled, shoving me in the direction of the door. We used the stairs this time, as we dashed back to the van. Once in side the men removed their masks. The creepy bug-eyed man, The Joker calls him Bugsy, was driving. The Joker yanked me into his lap, "You were perfect," he nearly purred in my ear. It sent shivers up my spine, but my stomach churned as Bugsy glanced back at me in the mirror. The look was unnerving.
"I still don't get what you want me to do." I grinned, turning to him, anything to look away from Bugsy's stare.
He smiled, licking one corner of his mouth, "I, uh, want you to keep doing what you're, uh, doing." He knew that wasn't the answer I was looking for, but he simply quirked an eyebrow, and grinned even more. Suddenly sirens and lights came from in front of us, and I nearly died laughing when they sped on by. The Joker gripped me even tighter around the waist, chuckling himself. We pulled up behind the house and everyone piled out.
The Joker ushered me upstairs, saying he had things to deal with he'd be back later. He walked behind me as I went up the stairs, giving me a little shove into the room. I was left in confusion, as he closed the door behind him, as I often found myself when it came to the Joker. He drove me crazy, It was like one minute he's ...almost nice, while the rest of the time he's...well, the Joker. I heard shouting from downstairs, the door slammed, and the van's engine roared to life outside.
Peering out the window, I saw the Joker, and the three other cronies, Bozo, Grumpy, and Giggles (all Joker appointed names). My heart stopped cold as I watched the Joker drive away and realize the Bugsy was still in the house. My breathing quickened, and I scurried to go lock the door, but I was out of luck. The door locked from the outside, and the Joker had the key. But it was okay right? Bugsy would have to be crazy to try anything. The Joker had warned them right? He'd be so dead. I didn't hear footsteps, or anything. I waited, propped up against the door for an hour, without a single sound being heard through out the house. I came to the conclusion, that he had left as well, after a while. Allowing myself to back away from the door and curl up onto the bed. I was exhausted even if I didn't want to be. I closed my eyed for a split second and was asleep in less than that.
I felt someone play with my hair, while I slept. It was light and soft, and I grinned against my pillow, "Joker." I murmured, and the hand stopped, footsteps pattered away from the bed and I heard the door close. I drifted off asleep again, without a second thought. Only to awaken again as I felt the Joker wrap his arms around me and rest his lips against the nape of my neck. I didn't say his name, for the fear he'd run away again, and went back to sleep.
Except he was gone again when I woke up. The van wasn't outside. I was alone again. He didn't come back that morning. A bag of food and water bottles were at the foot of the bed. No note. He didn't come back that afternoon, of that evening. I watched the light sky turn to black, as I simply waited. I dozed off, only to wake up and wait some more. My mind raced with thoughts. Had he abandoned me? Was he going to leave me here to rot? He wouldn't have left the food if he was.
I didn't understand, and it left me unhinged. I needed the Joker. The Joker needs me.