A/N: Thank you to all my reviewers! Here is the next chapter, i hope you all enjoy it, and im sure u noticed i changed the description, letting you all know this is Bella/ Joker story. If you dont like tht im sorry!! But it will work, and for all of you who dont want Edward hurt, HE WONT BE FOR VERY LONG. Wink Wink. lol

* I went back and fixed a prolem in the Joker's POV. Thanks to a review i got. I went back and fixed my miistake. SORRY! when i was writing this i was also doing honors history homework and my brain got all mixed up. Lol but i just changed a few paragraphs, nothing too major. IM sorry if you felt i made the Joker too OOC but i hope by fixing that i have put him back into character, or as best as i can. Thank You*

So Here it is. ENJOY!

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Our destiny changes with our thought;

we shall become what we wish to become,

do what we wish to do,

when our habitual thought corresponds with our desire.

- Orison Swett Marden

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Bella's POV

Carlisle told me everything. And I sat there, motionless, waiting for it to finally make sense.

The Joker had been requesting to see me, or to put it more accurately, demanding to see me. And he wouldn't tell Carlisle anything. The Joker would either give a fuzzy, nondescript answer, or he would ignore it completely, making it nearly impossible for Carlisle to do his job. Even with his enhanced abilities, it seemed he was no match for the delusional mind of the Clown Prince of Crime.

According to Carlisle, the Joker was a psychotic schizophrenic with a slight god complex, and he was a great manipulator. He could take anything and everything, and twist it into something totally different. He could take the light and mold it into darkness.

" Bella, I'm so terribly sorry to just pour this all on you. I can't even imagine what you must be thinking, I just felt it was time for you to know. We all did, except for a few exceptions." His voice held the same seriousness as when he was telling me of his experiences with the Joker. But his last sentence came out strained.

" No need for apologies Carlisle. Really, there is no need. But I do have one question." In actuality I had dozens of questions swirling around in my head. Ranging from the terribly awful, to the eerily strange. But this was the only one he could answer.

" Please, do ask." Carlisle answered, a small smile gracing his lips.

" What exactly does all of this mean? I mean, don't get me wrong, I understand all the seriousness of it. The Joker is a crazed lunatic, with psychotic tendency's but why is his infatuation with me so terrible?" I felt nervous asking this question, afraid for an answer that would rattle me to the core.

The look on Carlisle's face only aided me further with my paranoid thoughts. He almost looked ashamed. Guilty. Almost too upset to form words.

But he was Carlisle, and he quickly regained his calm demeanor, preparing to speak.

" You see Bella. I feel that I could really help this lost man, even after all the things he has done, he deserves a second chance. Doesn't he?" I simply nodded, as he continued. " And the only way to further his progress is to try and give in to what he wants. To an extent, of course, and what he seems to want is, well, you." He was still staring at me intently. His butterscotch eyes filled with guilt, and shame.

I didn't know what to say to this.

Carlisle was asking me to go to some Psychotic killer and chat it up, like we were old friends. He wanted me to step foot into a room with the man who tried to kill me. Even if his efforts were futile, its always the thought that counts.

I was swimming in my sea of denial as Carlisle rose from his chair, and began pacing across his office. His footsteps making soft thumps as he walked back and forth at a steady rhythm.

Then as suddenly as he began his frantic pacing, he stopped, his back facing me.

" I'm not going to make you do something you don't feel comfortable with Bella. But please don't think any less of me for asking this of you. I just don't want to lose this one, I can save him, I know I can." his voice held a determination that I had not heard in a long time, and I felt my walls of negativity, and paranoia crumble. I could never think any less of him. But the fact that he could think that made me want to shoo that thought away from his head even more.

" Carlisle, I-" But I couldn't finish. Carlisle had cut me off by spinning around, and walking back over to his desk.

" There would be maximum security, not that there would be a threat anyway, but the room would be secure to ensure nothing would go wrong. I just, I'm sorry, something about this man pulls me in. I need to help him. I have to." his hands were clasped tightly out on his desk again. And my mind was made up.

I chuckled trying to lighten the gloomy mood looming throughout the room.

" Carlisle. I would gladly help you. In any way I can." I said simply, and I watched as his eyes seemed to light up. They held a twinkle that had been missing ever since we arrived here in Gotham. A twinkle that made me seem well at ease, despite how uncomfortable I actually felt.

I had just agreed to meet the Joker. The Joker. The clown prince of crime. A sadist who had tried to kill me, all in hopes of helping him. But did he truly deserve help? After everything he had done, wasn't he well beyond the point of no return?

Of course not.

He was still a human being. And somewhere underneath, he had feelings locked away in a vault. Deprived from the rest of the world. Leaving a monster, but there was still a man behind that mask.

I very subtly excused myself from Carlisle's office as he began shuffling through files, filled with his patients. He gave me a reassuring smile as I walked out the door, telling me that I had made the right decision. He was clearly ecstatic, that could be seen. And I felt good to finally bring that back to him. But there was still a sinking feeling in my gut, telling me something wrong was going to happen. And with me, bad things happening, was destiny.

The living room was quiet as I descended the grand staircase, all there eyes focusing on other parts of the room, obviously trying to act nonchalant about the whole situation. Trying to give me some privacy. The only par of eyes I felt on me were Edward's, but they didn't hold the disappointment I thought they would.

Instead they were cold, masked with a fake smile. I could tell he was angry, but I wasn't exactly sure if it was at me or because of his fight with Alice.

As I got closer though, he lifted himself on the couch, and walked over to me, pulling me into his strong embrace. And we stood like that for a minute as our lips found each others. The kiss seemed to melt all my worries and fears away. Being with Edward always made me forget about all the bad, focusing in on the good, and I welcomed it with open arms.

I had my hands around his neck, tangling my fingers in his hair, as I pulled him closer. Just as he wrapped his arms around my waist. His touch sent shocks through my spine, and my lips began to part. The kiss was intensifying when I heard Edward giggle softly and smile against my lips.

" Eww! Get a room you guys! I'm still your daughter, in case the lack of oxygen just then caused permanent brain damage, therefore you should not be sucking face right in front of me." Renesmee said noticeably mortified. And I quickly pulled away from Edward, embarrassed. Thank goodness I wasn't still human, otherwise my cheeks would be unbelievable red.

Satisfied, Renesmee smiled, and began laughing. She was quickly joined by everyone, including Edward and myself. And as the mood began to lighten, I felt myself loosening up. Letting go of all the stress and worry I had been clinging too. But I knew this wouldn't last very long. As soon as I was away from my family, I would feel it again.

That gnawing and tightening in my stomach, warning me of what's to come. Not because I was scared…At least, not of him, but of me.

Could I handle coming face to face with the Joker? I really hoped so.

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Joker's POV

There was darkness. Lots of darkness. And silence.

The only thing keeping my thoughts alive was the rhythmic beating from the leaky pipe. Everything else was gone.

I was put into my cell hours ago. Or was it days? I couldn't keep track anymore. My head hurt and everything was spinning, I was beginning the make out shapes and objects that weren't really there. But I refused to let the drugs they injected me with take me. I wouldn't let them pull me further into the darkness. I wouldn't succumb.

The straight jacket the lovely doctor Quinzell had put me in was starting to become an irritation, but I was too engulfed in this oblivion that I hadn't the strength to maneuver out of it. Besides, if it really become a nuisance I would get it off. One way or another.

The longer I laid there, the clearer my head became, and I was able to think coherent thoughts.

The last thing I remembered was my conversation with good old Carlisle. I had given him a hard time, as usual, and watched as he crumbled under the pressure. The memory made me giggle. Then I was escorted back to my room, where I sat, motionless. But then, nothing.

My room was dark, but not nearly as dark as it had been. I could easily make out both the toilet, and the sink. And the small, stiff bed I was laying on. I felt I hadn't opened my eyes in ages. And I didn't like that. Not. One. Bit.

I moved my legs, and was relived when they complied with my request. I hadn't moved from that position in what seemed like eternity, and even the smallest of movements flooded me with relief. Swinging my legs over the side of the bed, I brought self into a standing position, slightly dizzy at first. But that soon faded, leaving me with a lightheaded feeling, almost like walking on air. And i liked it. I liked it alot.

But there was one little thing eating away at me, on little thing ruining this blissfull high. There was too much control. Looking around at the room i was locked in, i felt as though i was an experimental rat, in a science lab. Being studied and trained. Stuck in the same daily routines. Mindlessly going along with their plans. This did not sit very well with me. No, it did not. And somebody was going to suffer because of it. Maybe it would be the cute little Harley. I could easily lure her in here..

Suddenly, the bright light of the overhead lamp turned on, and I snapped my eyes closed from the discomfort. The light was too bright even without the fact that I hadn't opened my eyes in quite some time. I instinctively tried shielding my eyes from the light source, but was stopped by the hideous white jacket I was in. it was annoying but not enough for me to pull a Houdini and get out of it. Even though the look on the doctor's faces would be priceless.

The large metal door swung open loudly, hitting the wall with a loud bang, and in came in three doctors I had never seen. The only reason I knew they were doctor's was because of there white lab coats. Following the doctors was the appetizing Harley.

" Hello gen-tl-men." I said accentuating every syllable. Knowing very well that it gets under their skin. But they just ignored me, and grabbed both my arms.

Now being carried out of the room, I got aggressive. I thrashed around in the jacket, as I was brought out of my room, down the hall. After a few minutes, my limbs grew weak, I still hadn't fully recovered from the drug I was given.

" Don't hurt Mister J!" I heard Harley say as I was brought back into a familiar white room, where I was greeted with a beautiful sight.

Her brown hair fell in slight curls down the side's of her face, and her golden eyes drew me in. She was unimaginably beautiful, but it was what I couldn't see that really interested me. She had a fire in her. And I was going to let that fire burn freely.

" So we meet again, doll face." I said, smiling In expectation.

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Not alot of Joker, i Know. But it will get better. And Bella and the Joker will grow closer, but not too fast. This is a process lol.

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