Two others joined Gordon and Batman on the top of the MCU that night; Harvey Dent and Rachael Dawes. There was no real need for Rachael to be there, but she protested, "Gordon this is my sister. We still don't have a clue where she is. I want to be there to ensure that Batman is actually trying."

"Still no word?" Gordon enquired.

Harvey paced the roof and itched with anxiety. He. Was. A. Mess. His tie needed straightened, he had puffy, sleepless eyes and his hair remained un-brushed. He seemed to be affected most by her kidnapping, than anybody else. This was inevitable, he was her fiancé.

"Nothing," the dark husky voice of Batman replied. His face never showed any emotion; even his eyes seemed cold and heartless. This was to be expected of course, to hide his true identity it only makes sense to hide his feelings towards people.

Batman, Gordon and Rachael stood in silence, thinking of ideas. Harvey continued pacing. All was silent.

Rachael broke the silence, "Batman I hear you've got a killer thrust."

Batman looked taken aback. "What?"

She giggled and Gordon elbowed her pointedly. "Sorry."

"What is she talking about?" Bruce was mildly confused, 'A killer thrust? What was that supposed to mean?'

"Never mind. Let's just put a plan together," Gordon coughed, embarrassed.

Rachael was stifling a laugh. She just couldn't help herself could she?

"A plan?" Harvey finally stopped pacing. "Oh, all right Gordon lets hear this plan, if you've even got one."

"Uh…"

"Any of you got a plan eh?"

Silence. Nobody knew what to say.

He continued, "I knew it. Of course none of you have any plans. I mean, the only ideal idea is for Batman to turn himself in!"

"Wait…what?" Rachael shrieked, "Are you insane? Batman's the only one who is a threat to the Joker."

"Exactly Rachael! So if there is no threat, then maybe he won't feel the need to keep her hostage anymore!"

"But…"

"Don't you want to see your sister again?"

"I do but…"

"Well!" he clapped his hands together as if this settled the matter.

Batman spoke this time, "I know that seems like the easiest thing to do Harvey, but…the Joker won't release her even if I turn myself in."

"Yes," Gordon continued, "It wasn't Batman's fault that she was taken. If anyone's it was yours."

"Mine? What?"

"I don't mean it in a harsh way Harvey. I simply mean that your Gotham's DA. Of course this was aimed to stress you out. I mean, look at the state of you! The Joker knew that you'd be upset if she was taken."

"Of course I would be upset!"

"Yes I know Harvey. I know."

There was silence again. Harvey felt Gordon was right, but what would he have to do? Hand himself mercilessly over to the Joker? Kill himself?

"What would you have me do?" he asked Batman weakly.

"I want you to reel in anyone who knows Luna's address and question them on the Joker's whereabouts," Batman replied.

"Er…that's a lot of people," Rachael raised her eyebrows, "Friends…family…"

"Right down to the Chinese delivery man."

"Look Batman, I don't think Harvey's up to it…"

"I'll do it." Harvey's face transformed itself into that of determination.

Batman nodded, "Good, and while you're at it, tidy yourself up. You don't want to let the Joker know he's getting to you." With this Batman jumped off the building and flew into the night.

*****

Luna sat on the bed nervously. She knew now that she was here as some sort of sick hobby for the Joker. This wasn't good news. In fact she'd rather he killed her.

"Lets just say…you and Harvey won't be raising a family any time soon. No…at all!"

She felt even worse about herself than before. She felt that…in some way, she had let Harvey down. She couldn't have children with him and she assumed that's what he would have wanted, getting married and all. If she managed to escape from the Joker, she could somehow pick up her life again and forget about all her worries, but now… She growled, she couldn't even have a life.

"I will find a way to get to your centre. The part of your mind which is vulnerable to anything and everything."

Luna felt sick to the stomach. This scared her, more than anything in the world. The Joker was right about her putting up barriers around her mind. She had to. She trained herself to show little or no emotion, unless it was something positive e.g. loving Harvey, laughing with Rachael. Luna felt exposed to the world if she showed fear or sadness. These were emotions, which could be used against her. Heck, even crying made her feel weak.

She clenched her fists. What was she to do? What could she do? Give up? Let him penetrate her mind?

"No." She'd never give him access to these weaknesses. She must remain the strong policewoman she was trained to be.

The Joker stared at her from the other side of the room. What was she thinking? He laughed silently. Her face had a scrunched up expression, like she was having a fight with herself.

"Looooonah!"

She glanced up at him, like a confused puppy; her mind snapping back into reality, "what?"

"I was uh…thinking. I think you should tell me things-ah. Talk to me. Open up your thoughts," he smiled and leant forward slightly, "Think of me being a…uh…psychiatrist."

Luna blinked, then smiled to herself, 'So he wants into my mind already.' She grinned. What a feeble attempt this was. He could surely do better than that.

"No," she said simply.

The Joker frowned, "Nothing you want to talk about-ah? Your past? Your feelings?"

"Nope."

He frowned again. Was she so ignorant? Or had she seen through his caring disguise?

He walked over to her slowly, emphasizing each step. He then sat beside her and placed a hand on her thigh, "There has to be something…"

Luna's eyes widened. "Don't touch me."

"Anything-ah."

"Get your hand off my leg."

He tightened his grip and Luna took a sharp intake of air. "Tell me what you're feeling this very second…"

"Get your hand off…my leg!"

He kept squeezing ignoring Luna's protests, "Tell me what emotions are swirling through your mind-ah…"

"Let go!"

"Why won't you tell me?" he growled and leant in towards her face menacingly.

"GET OFF!" she roared and pushed the Jokers shoulders with all her strength. He fell back onto the bed. Luna snatched her leg from his grip and stood up panting and staring at the red nail marks on her left leg. She was not surprised to see blood.

The Joker sat up smacking his lips. "Hmmm…" He twirled his blade in his hand, thinking.

Luna stood staring at him. Awaiting an attack.

"Y'ano Luna…. It's impossible to get anything out of you. Either you're truly ignorant or…" he pondered a moment, "you are afraid-ah that I'll uh…use something against you."

She didn't bother to say anything. She only knew half of what this man was capable of doing.

"I need to teach you obedience," he hissed the last word, whilst standing up and examining his blade as if he was thinking. "I need to teach you to talk, when you're asked questions." He continued, "You need to be reminded of your company. Who uh owns you."

The Joker looked into Luna's eyes and growled, "most of all, you need to be taught manners."

Luna stared back into his eyes defiantly. The Joker smacked his lips again.

Luna barely had time to blink, when he threw her by her neck onto the bed. She rubbed her neck and gasped, attempting to sit up.

The Joker pushed her down by her shoulders and held her wrists to the bed with his right hand.

"This is it," Luna thought. "You're first time will be ravaged with a mad man."

He kneeled on her legs to prevent her squirming. "Oh! Where'd the cuts on your arms disappear-ah to eh?"

Luna was still attempting to lessen his grip, by arching her back.

"Looonah, don't you think that'd it be a good-ah idea if you…uh answered my questions. Bearing in mind the uh…position you are currently in?" He patted her face roughly.

"Can't you get off me? Please…"

The Joker sighed and roughly grabbed one of her breasts and squeezed.

Luna shrieked out of pain. Don't men know how fragile women's breasts are?

"Ow! Okay okay!" she shouted. "My skin heals…quickly…"

"Interesting," he muttered and released his hand from her. He lifted up her skirt and placed his hand on her inner, right thigh.

Luna froze. His touch seemed so icy against her skin. This was so wrong.

"Please don't," she begged.

The Joker looked at her pleading eyes and patted her cheek roughly again, "Ah ta ta ta."

He placed the cold blade against her skin and giggled. He could see Luna's expression. She was freaking out big time.

"Now…I'm uh…going to make a little mark on you…"

Luna gulped.

"To remind you who you belong to…" without a moments hesitation, he dug the blade into her skin and made a deep horizontal line across her inner thigh.

Luna squirmed a little, but mostly because she was uncomfortable with the place he cut her in. She was a bit numb to this sort of pain.

He traced the line back until it was in the centre and then sliced down, making a flick at the end.

Luna bit her lip. It was hurting her.

He continued to trace the shape until he was satisfied. Then, he stood up and let Luna free of his grasp. He admired his work.

She was terrified to move. Was he finished?

She sat up and touched the stinging place just below her female privates. It looked horrific. There was blood smeared down to half of her leg and it was still oozing out of this new cut. He did it deeper, than she ever did it on her arm.

"Do you like it-ah?" the Joker grinned.

Luna made a little squeak in the back of her throat. This would scar no doubt.

He sat on the bed, beside her and watched her examine the cut he had made. "Now…since you said your skin heals quickly…I'll uh…retrace…that cut everyday, until the point where it will never heal. You ought to be obedient now don't ya think?"

She looked at him, her expression blank.

He raised his finger as if an idea occurred to him, "Oh! And if you aren't, I'll carve little 'J's all over your pretty skin. I'll make you a work of art!" he laughed. And laughed. And laughed. His voice echoed through Luna's brain until she felt dizzy.

"Now, give me a kiss-ah!" he puckered his lips.

Luna stared at him a moment and then pecked him politely. "Aw…" he mocked disappointment.

If it were possible to feel any emotion, she would feel relief, simply because he decided not to rape her. Not yet anyways.

*****