After several hours of just laying on the bed, thinking about what my life has become, I doze off.

But it wasn't the type of sleep where you sleep like a brick, it's the type when your half awake, but not really comprehending anything that's happening to you.

So, I think the Joker came in, and got ready for bed. Meaning, he stripped to his boxers.

I think he looked at me for a while, and then laughed quietly to himself, but that part could have been my imagination. Then, he moved me, so I wouldn't take up the whole bed, and sprawled out beside me.

At this point, I was just kind of like, oh what the hell.

Then, the dreaming started.

I'm at my house. Its dark outside, and hardly any of the lights are on. I hear my mom wailing down stairs, and the sound of Jim shouting and smashing anything in his path. He had just lost his job, again.

I look over at my window. Its open, with the night sky dotted with stars. I climb onto the window sill, and I jump.

But, I'm not hitting the ground. Instead, I'm climbing higher and higher into the sky. I feel so free. Like everything has just washed away, and the world is off my shoulders.

The world is shaking. What? That cant be right…

My eyes slowly open, and I am still in darkness. I feel someone beside me, their warmth on my stomach and arm.

Joker has his head on my bicep, and his arm draped across my tummy. Lovely. Cough, sarcasm, my dears.

I roll my eyes, and try to roll over, but get a second thought. I don't want him awake. He will just be annoying.

I feel strangely calm. Is this what you feel like when your captured by a criminal mastermind, and your all beat up and just don't give a shit anymore? Wow, this is amazing!

I look at the face of the man lying on me. His makeup is off. His skin is smooth, and his scars don't look as horrible as mine.

But the thing that gets me is that he looks human. He doesn't look like a horrific monster, he just looks…tired.

Some of his hair is falling into his face. I move it away. This is really weird.

Not wanting to think anymore about the person lying next to me, I slowly drift back asleep.

The next thing I know, there is bright light.

Slowly, I open my eyes, squinting into the brightness, and my head clears away the sleep.

I look to my right, expecting to see Joker, but instead, I see him on the side of the bed, stretching his arms, and getting up. He hears me slowly coming back from sleep, and looks over and grins.

"Morning, Sunshine." He yawns, then crawls back over to me. I inch away slightly, but he pulls me closer. "How'd you sleep?"

"Not good, not bad." I reply, rubbing my eyes. He releases his hold on my arm, and I fall back into the pillows. I roll over onto my stomach, trying to get last nights memories in order. "Do you usually sleep with your hostages?" I question, rolling my eyes,

"Only if they make it past the smile." He laughs.

"Well, aren't I just a lucky bitch." I grumble. Joker laughs again, and gets up and makes his way to the bathroom. He opens a drawer, and starts to apply his face paint. "Plans for today?" I ask sarcastically.

"You bet, kid. And your going to help me." He says, looking back to see my reaction.

"I don't think so." I spit, with attitude. He sets down his paint, and slowly crosses the room, to the bed, then to me. We're face to face, his half done, mine fixed in a glare.

"Did we not go over the current situation yesterday?" He lowers his voice to a dangerous tone. Without meaning too, I gulp. But I keep my focus on his eyes.

I feel his hands slink to my wrists, and he holds them tight. Then the unexpected happens, he pulls me into his lap, and locks me in with his arms, cradling me to his scarred chest.

"Oh JB, what am I going to do with you?" His eyes still locked on mine.

"Oh, I don't know. Give me back to society would be nice." I retort. His face beaks into another freakishly wide smile, and he laughs.

"Oh, no, no, no! Your too much fun. Besides, I still have to figure out what makes you…tick." he replies, almost thoughtfully. I can see the gears in his mind turning. Explosives are defiantly on the agenda for today. 'Answer me this, how would your Uncle feel about a fireworks display…At the court house? During a trial?" He concludes.

"How do you know if he's even there? I don't think he has any hearings or anything like that today. So there goes plan A." I throw in a fake pout at the end. That amuses him.

"Well, I feel like something being blasted to smithereens, so I think I'll take my chances." He laughs wildly.

He pushes me from his lap, then goes back to his makeup. Then starts to get dressed.

"I'm not going." I repeat.

"Do you really think you have a choice?" He snaps back at me, doing his tie.

"Doesn't matter to me if I do or don't, I'm not going to go. What's the worst thing that you can do, kill me? That would be the best thing you've done this whole time I've been here!" My voice rising at the end. I can feel myself getting hysterical.

He looks at me, eyebrows raised.

"Death doesn't scare you?" He asks slowly, as if he hadn't heard right.

"No. I would embrace it, actually." I confirmed. He thinks for a second, then gets back to the real world.

"Well then, I had you figured all wrong. I thought, that by threatening to end your life, you would at least bend and do everything I told you to do. Obviously, I have to rethink my plan." He states.

"Story short, you think I am a coward." I throw back at him. He simply shrugs his shoulders. "It's going to take a lot more than a barrel of a gun to make me do anything for you." I add.

Either he's deaf, or he is ignoring me.

I jump from the bed, and my foot flames in pain. I dismiss it, and I limp over to Joker. I reach up, and put my hands on his biceps. I cant reach any farther than that, I'm short, remember?

"Are you even listening to me?" I hiss. His eyes find mine, and a smile makes it's way to his face.

"Every word." He replies. I drop my hands, but he grabs them, and holds them in his own. I look into his eyes, which are alight with mischief. I don't like what I see.

I try to slip my hands away, but he's holding them too tight.

"I swear to God, if you even try to kiss me, I will slap you so fucking hard, you won't be able to smile, scars or not." I threaten. He drops my hands.

"How 'bout a hug, then?" He tries to compromise. I shake my head, and dive back to the bed. I look behind me, he doesn't follow.

"Have fun with your bombs." I say, as he walks to the door.

Suddenly, he stops, he turns and looks at me, studying me again.

"Mmm, And I thought finding your weakness was going to be hard. You've got to play better than that, JB." He starts to laugh, and walks out. I can still hear him as he goes down the stairs.

Why can't clowns just stay at the circus?

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