Chapter Seven

Hey guys! I hope you enjoy this chapter, it isn't my best work, but I don't think I could have done any better. Enjoy!

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She could remember it all like it was still happening. Everything that went down before her family was brutally murdered. Rosalie had been a fairly optimistic child with the perfect family and the perfect life. The only flaw she believed to possess was her need to fix people. She couldn't help it. Jack Napier was perfect for this flaw. When she met him in high school there was no words to describe her pull to him. At first he would only look at her or listen to whatever she wanted to tell him. It amazed him that his scars never once came up in her conversations. Rosalie didn't care whether or not he ever replied. She just wanted to be there for him. Soon enough they became what she would call friends and what he would call barely acquaintances. Rosalie knew all about Jack's home life and the horrors that were his father.

It was two years after they met that Jack surprised her by kissing her. It had only happened once and it never happened again. Nothing serious happened, but Rosalie thought she was in love. Then one day Jack was gone and his father and mother were found dead. To Rosalie, it was obvious what had happened. It broke her heart knowing he had killed his father. Yes he was a bad man but she had hoped Jack would never be.

She tried her best to forget about him and went back to her old uneventful life. But she was a little less optimistic.

Rosalie shook her head remembering her past. She wanted to cry. Here was the boy she had tried to fix in her own ways. The boy who she was sure she was falling in love with. The only difference is that he's no longer a boy, he's a murderer, and she's terrified of him. What was she supposed to do now that she knew? He would know the minute he walked through the door that she remembered. There was no hiding from this. No way for her to weasel herself out of the situation.

As soon as she heard footsteps she moved to the window intending to avoid as much contact as possible. The Joker opened the door whistling.

Making his way over to her he stopped a few feet away. "Sorry for the interruption." He clicked his tongue and moved closer. "I think we were in the middle of something… something important… nope. I got nothing. Drawing a blank."

"That day in the street when I first bumped into you. It wasn't an accident was it? You wanted to bump into me." Hearing nothing from The Joker she continued. "After you killed your father I thought you had left Gotham. I blamed myself for not being able to help you, Jack."

The Joker whipped her around to face him and pushed her into the wall, holding her in place. "That is not my name-uh" He growled deeply.

"Why am I here? I'm just a memento of your past." She spat.

He narrowed his eyes at her. "You haven't changed much. Still saying the wrong things at the wrong times."

She scoffed, "And you're still killing so I guess we're equal."

The Joker's eyes widened as he burst out laughing. He took a few breaths before he could spit out another word. "You, you are too much-uh." He turned back to her and rested his hands on her shoulders. "Ya know, I must say it surprises me how long it took you to make your… discovery. I thought the scars would have given it away. I guess it's true what they say about blondes."

"Well not all of us slap on makeup everyday, go by a pseudonym, and throw their voice. So forgive me it took me a while to realize just who I was dealing with." She tried pushing him off but sadly she possessed little strength.

"You were right you know." He drawled on.

Her brows furrowed in confusion, "Right about what?"

"I intentionally ran into you on the street. Once I-uh found out that you were in the area, I thought I might as well catch up with an old friend." He continued on.

She shook her head. "We are not old friends. Old friends don't abandon each other and they don't condone the other friend killing and corrupting half of the city."

"Look, dollface... Rosy, whatever. Gotham is my city. With Batman running around, people are getting the idea that they can save Gotham. These people don't understand that the scum will always be hiding in the cracks of the buildings. There is no easy solution. I'm just the first one who decided to take Gotham and mold it into what it was always meant to be." He stopped, his face showing a change in subject. "I think I remembered where we were.." He shoved Rosalie into the wall to keep her still and proceeded to kiss her the same way as before.

Rosalie knew how wrong this all was. The old her was in love with Jack. And that brought her back. This wasn't Jack. This was not the man she fell in love with all those years ago. She pushed on The Joker's shoulders, but he was having none of it. He grabbed both of her wrists and pinned them above her head. Rosalie was shocked at the strength The Joker held, and hated that she couldn't hold the same amount. The Joker moved his lips to her neck, and Rosalie was pushed over the line when she felt him bite down on her neck. She kneed him as hard as she could, taking his breath away. He bursted out with a surprised, amused, and slightly angered laugh. Once she had gotten a good distance between them she spoke.

"What the hell are you doing?! You can't just kiss me whenever you feel like it!" She screamed.

"I didn't exactly see you struggling much." He smirked.

Rosalie backed up to the door. "Don't touch me again. I mean it."

The Joker nodded and followed her, stopping just inches away. "And what-uh exactly are you going to do if I decided to touch? You know I like playing with my toys."

She just glared at him unsure of what to say. She could threaten him but how would she keep her threat? She also did not have a death wish. Just as she thought she was going to die of the tension The Joker spoke.

"Go get some sleep. Tomorrow I'm taking you out on a run with the team. We'll see if you can provide any services. Just think of it as an audition ok? Good." He walked away from her and over to his desk. He sat down, and that was the last time he made eye contact with her that night.

She didn't hesitate to leave the room. Rushing to her room she got into the bed and hugged the covers to her tightly dreading the day to come.

"Rise and shine my ugly duckling!"

Rosalie startled awake scrambling off the bed. The Joker was sat on the bed next to where she had been grinning like a mad man.

"We're leaving. You have two minutes to be downstairs." The Joker walked out and left Rosalie scrambling to pull her hair up into a ponytail and rush down after him. She stumbled into the kitchen and straightened her shoulders when she saw all of The Joker's henchmen, plus himself, were all staring straight at her.

"Now I don't believe that I have to tell you all that Rosy here is not for grabs. If I see anyone touching her I will cut your fingers off one by one. Understand?" All of the men nodded. "Good. Let's get moving." The Joker grabbed Rosalie and pulled her out after him. He shoved her into the back of a van and hopped into the driver seat. The rest of the goons piled into the back with Rosalie.

"So you da girl everyone's been talking bout?" One asked with a smug grin.

She looked at everyone in the van and shrugged looking to the floor. "I wouldn't know would I?" She began tapping her foot. A nervous habit she picked up along the way in life. "So is anyone worried that someone is going to see a clown with a glasgow smile driving around Gotham?"

Another goon with a scar running down his cheek replied. "He knows routes that take us where no one would dare drive. Besides, we're going to the Narrows. Everyone there doesn't want to deal with the police."

"Where exactly are we going?" She asked, her eyes narrowing.

"We are going to have a chat with Gamble and Maroni." The goon grinned and turned to look out the window.

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So tell me. Was it bad? It was bad wasn't it? I've been trying to write, but I always have to stop and start again and I lose my train of thought. I hope you guys enjoyed some parts or all of it. Let me know! Tell me what you would like to read next.