Chapter 7 Lost Muchness

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The hustle and bustle of the MCU was nothing new for William who had been there for the past 16 hours. He was on his fifth cup of coffee and the caffeine jitters were starting to kick in full swing, he gulped down the last luke warm sip and stared at the scattered papers in front of him. News clippings and various tabloids stared back all plastered with the face of the Joker and Alice. He talked to himself while he shuffled through the mess of papers all over his desk,

"I can't believe that bitch. She's only in Gotham for a week and manages to get herself kidnapped by the Joker! God damit." He shoved everything off of his desk with force sending his now empty coffee cup and papers flying everywhere, he was furious. He stood up and stormed out of his office heading down the barren hallway in hopes of finding Gordon, but he didn't set his hopes too high because after all it was two in the morning.

He reached the commissioner's office and opened the door expecting to find it empty but to his surprise Gordon was slumped over a thick pile of paper work writing intensely. He didn't even have to look up to know who just barged in, instead he continued to write and spoke in a tired worn out tone,

"William, I'm doing everything I can, you know hes a tough guy to catch but believe me were all trying our hardest to find the bastard." He put down his pen and took off his bulky glasses looking up at the man in front of him.

"Gord it's been 24 hours and we still don't have any leeds! This should be top priority, why isn't the Bat doing anything, why can't he help? Damit I knew something like this would happen to her, she's not going to last with him. She's weak. God I just don't understand, why her, why her!" Will's face was turning red and the rage in his eyes was evident.

He was a jealous man and couldn't stand the thought of another man hurting her or frankly being near her. He was the only man Alice had in her life and he wanted it to stay that way, he needed it to stay that way. He knew that bringing her back to Gotham was risky but he depended on her to feed his obsessive alpha dog personality.

"Knox, like I said I'm trying. And I know you are too and won't stop until we find him, but why don't you go home and get some sleep, take a look at it in the morning with fresh eyes. But Will you know the Bat is gone, we're hunting him, and once we find him we have to arrest him, you know that. And do yourself a favor and think positive, she's a strong woman Will. I mean think about it, her father was a mobster, her brother a killer, and well her uncle…you know, a homicidal pedophile."

"That's another thing I'm worried about, her fucking uncle. If he ever broke out of that nut house then he would go after Alice in a heartbeat. You know, she has repressed her parent's murder so much that she doesn't even remember her uncle being there. He caused her so much hurt that she just fucking blocked it out. But if she ever remembers him, comes into contact with him, or witnesses a trigger then she'll break down and go batshit insane! And I don't want to be visiting my girlfriend in Arkham. I mean for god's sake the Joker is just as insane as the Mad Hatter, even worse, and if she survives the Joker well who the hell knows what will happen. Jesus Christ I can't deal with this, that fucking bitch. She's gonna pay." Gordon looked at Will with alarming eyes, the things he was saying was concerning, but Gordon understood that the stress of losing a loved one was probably getting the best of him. He disregarded Will's last sentence and prepared to speak, knowing all too well that William was not going to handle it well.

"Will, I do have some rather unfortunate news…"

"What." Will replied harshly.

"Well um the Joker wasn't the only one who escaped from Arkham the other night…the Mad Hatter escaped as well. We didn't want to tell you and weren't planning on it, but now that the Joker has Alice I thought you should know. I mean it's the Joker, even though he may come across as random, everything he does has some purpose or meaning, and we can only hope that keeping Alice alive is part of that. Think of it as the lesser of two evils, the Mad Hatter would just kill her, but the Joker, the Joker isn't that simple." Gordon did his best to sound reassuring but with the look William was giving him he knew that it didn't work.

Will shook his head slowly and started to laugh in unbelief, he stalked towards Gordon's desk and put his palms flat on the surface directly staring at the man in front of him,

"She does not belong to the Mad Hatter or the Joker, Alice is mine. And I am going to do anything and everything until I have her back." He spat his words fiercely, each one oozing deep seeded revenge. With that he stormed out of the office and back to lounge room where he fixed himself another cup of coffee. He was already thinking of what he was going to do once he had Alice back, and his thoughts were not in the realm of forgiving hugs and kisses.


Alice shifted uncomfortably on the cold floor of the furnace room trying hard not to think about her new found memories that plagued her mind. She settled in the fetal position finding comfort in the closeness of her limbs and buried her face into her knees letting her pants soak up her salty tears. Her ribs ached with every breath making it painful to even cry, but she continued anyway pushing the sharp discomfort away.

Despite her physical and mental pain she found amenity in being alone, she was thankful that the Joker had left her like this, she needed to be by herself in order to comprehend the events that just unraveled. Wow Alice now you know why hes in Arkahm, she thought to herself, you're uncle is s fucking murderer. A psycho murderer. He made Peter do it. I knew Peter couldn't have done that on his own will, I always knew there was something more, but I never thought it would be uncle Jervis. Ugh, why does my life have to be so fucked up! She always knew there was something a little off about uncle Jervis, the way he would always touch Alice when she was around, and constantly quote "Alice in Wonderland" and "Through the Looking Glass". But she never imagined him hurting someone, especially her family. In all honesty she thought he was a little slow, maybe mentally disabled, but it never crossed her mind that he would kill someone.

She did her best to repress her aggravated sobs by gripping her knees tightly to her chest, making an effort to redirect her train of thought. But the only thing that distracted her mind from the disturbing memories was the man that caused them, the Joker.

She couldn't help but wonder how he knew that killing someone, in front of her, would make her remember. It slightly impressed her that he subconsciously used a powerful tool that psychologists often use on their patients who struggle from memory loss. This tool being some type of trigger that helps the person remember certain events, make them realize that there are more parts to a specific memory. Alice then thought he probably killed that man knowing all well it would trigger her memory, but what she couldn't wrap her mind around was as to why he did it. What did he get out of her remembering that night, yeah he got some sick pleasure out of seeing her in pain but he could have gotten the same reaction by physically hurting her. It baffled her that he was playing mind games when could just kill her at any given moment, but Alice was smart enough to know that he had a reason for doing the things he did. Her perception of him wasn't tainted by the alleged chaos he caused Gotham, she wasn't under the impression that he was just 'a mad dog'. No, to her he was someone that had a reason for everything, there was something behind his actions, she just needed to figure out what those reasons were.

Alice sat up propping herself up against the wall cradling her ribs with her legs extended in front of her, she really needed to think about her situation, she needed some self reassurance. He hadn't killed her yet so that was the first good thing, the second was that he had some hospitality, and thirdly the extent of her injuries was just a few aching ribs. On the other hand she assumed that she would probably suffer from extreme mental problems from the whole experience of being kidnapped in general, aside from the fact that she remembered her own uncle being a murderer. But that's if she made it out alive.

The realization of this didn't hit her fully; she still struggled to comprehend the real danger she was in. He really could kill her within the blink of an eye, her whole life gone within a matter of seconds, or minutes, or hours, depending on how he'd do it. The Joker was notorious for just killing people willy nilly and what was stop him from just killing Alice, just snapping her neck or slitting her throat, or simply pulling a trigger. She felt a chill run through her whole body when this thought entered her mind; it amazed her that life as she new it would just stop, and the only thing left would be her breathless body. After that she would just be another memory.

Before she could let her mind wonder any further the door burst open flooding the room with the sickly florescent lighting from the hall. Alice squinted her eyes straining to see who was there, but before she could make out the figure the door swung shut and the figure stepped inside. She stayed in her position on the floor too afraid to move, the figure walked towards her enclosing the small space between them. As he stepped under the dim light his makeup covered face was illuminated along with his deep plum suit and dull green hair. His eyes darted side to side then landed on the sitting girl before him.

Alice just stared up at him with no expression, she could feel his eyes burning into her but she held her bluff. In that brief moment she let herself really look at the man in front of her, studying his ill posture and scraggly hair. Her eyes moved to his face landing on his lurid scars, the grooves and bumps that were saturated in red seemed to oddly fascinate her. Her eyes didn't linger there too long and eventually met his sickening gaze. As he bore straight into her eyes Alice couldn't help but imagine him without the scars and makeup. Judging by his bone structure she assumed that he must have been a rather handsome man at one point, even with the horrifying clown façade she managed to find his face unique, almost alluring. She quickly brushed off the thought of finding this murderous man attractive and continued her blank stare.

His jaw line tightened and he bit down on the inside of his cheek, running his tongue up and down his scars, holding in what he was about to say,

"Ya know Alice, you could take a picture, it'll last longer MAHHAHAHA" he burst into a fit of hysteric laughter and gripped his stomach trying regain composer. Alice just glared at him in response to the snarky remark and held her position on the floor not moving a muscle. He recovered from his outburst and moved to Alice's side letting himself slide down the wall and match her position, their legs and arms touched and she could feel the heat radiating from his body. She was surprised that he was warm, after all aren't killers cold blooded?

The Joker emitted a long sigh, mockingly of course, and turned his head to look at Alice tilting it slightly downward and raising an eyebrow. She felt him stare at her but she just looked in front of her too afraid to turn her head and meet his eyes.

"So," he continued, "What'dya think hm? 'member uncle Jervis?" Alice could hear the smile in his voice and she turned cold as soon as he mentioned that name. Her mind raced and her eyes widened, but before she could question how he knew he continued to speak,

"Oh yeahh I know him, he's an old pal, we hung out in Arkham, andddd ah I knew him before that as well. But I betcha you didn't know that uncle J is out. Mmmhmm he's free, running around looking for you." The Joker could feel Alice tense up when he said that, he could almost hear her heart beat out of her chest.

That's all he needed to tell her, he just needed to instill enough fear that she would crack on her own doing. He had her right where he wanted her, his plan was going perfectly, now all he had to do was kill her. And that was the easy part. With this thought the Joker slowly reached into his pocket and let his fingers curl around his favorite switch blade, he pulled it out and let it click open loudly. A deadly grin slid onto his face as he anticipated what was about to happen,

"Please just kill me." Alice muttered shakily, she knew that he was going to kill her and she just wanted it to end, all the memories and the pain, she just wanted it to be over. She no longer cared about being free and escaping the Joker, after all she would just end up in the hands of another madman within days. Her life was pointless and she just wanted it to be over.

The Joker's brow furrowed upon hearing Alice's request, she was suppose to be begging him to let her live not die. He underestimated how messed up this girl really was, she was completely hopeless, but a thought entered his mind, he didn't need to kill Alice to make her suffer and snap, no, she could do that on her own. Upon discovering her hopelessness the Joker found that he could use that to his advantage, instead of just ending her life he could make her live through it and suffer like he did. After all that's what this whole thing was about, he wanted to put her through the same pain her uncle put him through. The torture and the torment of living with awful memories and scars was enough to drive him to madness so it would easily be enough for her.

With this in mind the Joker pocketed his knife and stood up abruptly, once he was on his feet he reached for Alice and pulled her up by one arm, she let out a little squeak of pain as she came to her feet. In one swift movement he pushed her against that wall with a single hand clasping her throat, her head collide with the wall hard leaving her vision a little fuzzy, but she still managed to recognize the clown that was mere inches away from her face.

"Now Alice where would the fun be in that, hmm? I don't want to kill you!" he spoke his words in a laughing manner and she just stared back at him with tears welling up in her eyes, too dismayed to speak.

"You see Alice, all it takes is just one baaddd day. That's it, just one. And you my dear have had your one bad day, you just needed a little refresher." He nodded his head as if agreeing with himself. Alice, on the other hand, had no idea what he was talking about and she just looked back at him with unchanging emotion, but before she could even begin to comprehend his "one bad day" concept his hand tightened around her throat and pulled her head forward, then in one quick movement he bashed her head against the wall with unforgiving force.

Alice's vision blurred and wave of numbness washed over her entire body, she closed her eyes and tried to hang on to consciousness but the blow to her head was too overpowering. The Joker's face swirled in her mind like blood and water, creating a mush of black white and red, his Cheshire grin stayed though and face and body just seemed to vanish around it. And just like that the darkness closed in on her and Alice fell into unconsciousness.

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