The Joker's Princess

Chapter Ten

Diana's Room-Bathroom

A strand of hair fell loose from the messy attempt of a pin up bun I tried to do. I huffed and took another bobby pin and attacked the stubborn hair for what seemed like the hundredth time. Staring at myself in the mirror, I studied my appearance. I finally cracked out my real make up and did a full face of bold smoky eyes and red lip stick.

I haven't been this made up since my cousin's wedding and even then I didn't go this dramatic. A flash of white and green caught my eye and I turned my head to see the Joker standing in my room, staring at me from my bed.

His dark eyes stared intensely at me like they always did, and my soul mark burned with lust while my face burned from the attention. I cracked a smile, "See something you like?" I teased, feeling my body buzz as he pushed off from my bed and made his way over to me.

Moving to face him completely, I gave him full view of myself; the red dress fit me perfectly and I had to admit it made me feel sexy.

As he crawled closer to me, his painted face reflected nothing while his eyes told me another story. I held my breath once he was mere inches from me; my eyes closed as his bare hand suddenly came up towards my face.

I expected him to caress my cheek, or even his lips to press against mine. Instead, I felt his fingers run up to my hair, pulling the bobby pins from their spot and undoing my hard work. I snap my eyes open and my lip jutted out.

Turning back to the mirror, I inspected the damage he caused. "Hey I worked hard on that," I whined.

I felt him press up against my back, his breath tickling my neck. "I, like you better like this."

I blush again. He was right. The tight, pulled back bun I had looked too professional, and the gentle curls that fell to frame my face made me seem more like myself.

I give him another smile. "Thank you," I say before handing him a beauty blender sponge. "Can you help me?" I ask, motioning towards his soul-mark.

His lips spread apart as he gives me his wild grin. "Now princess," he purrs, taking some of my foundation and patting it against my skin, covering up the distinctive pattern. "Do you remember the plan?"

I give him a small nod. "Attend the banquet, find Harvey Dent, and alert you."

His thumb runs over my neck affectionately and I couldn't help but melt at his touch. "And what's the code words?"

"I need a cocktail?" I question, feeling unsure.

He leans down and pecks my ear. "Good girl! And then what do you do after that?"

"Get the hell out and meet you at the back alley."

He throws back his head and let's out a high pitch giggle. "Yes my dear! You'll do fine. Now remember, your name is Megan Franklin and your part of the press."

I nod in understanding. "So what happens if someone recognizes me?"

He twirls away from me before clapping his hands together. "Be spontaneous!" He cackles, and I give him a frown.

"You know I was never good in theater," I tell him honestly.

"Well sweet-cheeks looks like your gunna learn tonight!"

I roll my eyes and fix myself up once more before following him out into the hall. He held out a jacket for me and I gave him a smile of appreciation. When he opened the door to let me out, a wave of nervousness washed over me.

This would be the first time I have been out of this place in weeks; since my escape attempt. Could I really go through with this?

I was pulled out of my thoughts by a leather hand glove gripping my hand and leading me down the hall. My heels clicked against the tile floor as I tried to keep up with him. Once we made it down to the main lobby, we were greeted by a bunch of his men all dressed in different masks. Their heads seemed to be tilted downwards as if they were refraining from looking at me. The Joker must have warned them.

We step out of the building and the chilly night air hit my face and I was once again thankful to be wearing a jacket. Surprisingly, instead of a white van like I expected, I was greeted by a slick black limo.

I lifted an eyebrow at the Joker as he opened the door for me. He grins wildly. "Your chariot awaits my dear."

I giggle before sliding in.

He sat next to me, draping an arm around me. His other men didn't join us except for the driver. As we pulled off and towards downtown, another hit of nervousness pinched my stomach. "What if Batman shows up?" I ask, breaking the silence.

I could feel him tense around me, but whatever he was feeling he didn't let it show. "Ah the bat. Leave him to me princess. No reason for you to fight the flying rat."

I bit my red stained lip. "What if he hurts you?"

He turns to me. "All worried for little old me? A week ago you would have been thankful to have Mr. Bat come rescue you."

I cross my arms and turn away to pout. "Yeah well things change."

I felt his breath near my ear and my skin instantly burst with goosebumps. "You have no idea how ravishingly you look tonight," I hear him growl in my ear and my soul mark ignited.

I felt his hand run up my front and caress one of my breast, leaving me to suck in a sharp breath as my panties suddenly became uncomfortable. When I didn't say anything, he continued his seduction talk.

"You have no idea how hard it is for me to keep this dress on you," he purrs, nibbling my ear.

I shivered and pulled away, turning to give glare at him. "You can't say things like that."

He lifts a dark eyebrow and leans back in the leather seats. He gave me a snort, "You're mine princess, I can say whatever I want to ya."

I rub my arm nervously. "Well it's not fair. I'm about to do this crazy thing for you. I'm already anxious you don't need to make me all hot and bothered!"

He sucks his teeth at me, his hand coming up to pinch my chin gently. "No need to be anxious doll face. We'll be connected the whole time. All you gots to do is walk around, look pretty, and find Harvey Dent."

"Why Harvey Dent anyway?" I question.

His hand went from my chin to pat my cheek softly. "No time for questions dear, the party awaits you!"

Just as he says this, the limo comes to a stop and I turn to look out the window. "Oh boy..." I murmur as I take in the tall building that is Wayne Enterprise.

The driver came around to open my door and I turned back to give the Joker one last look. He gave me a big smile, his red lips stretching open. "The earring you are wearing links me to everything that is being said around you. Remember no funny business. I'll always find you if you try to run."

I swallowed and nodded. Before I could move to step out, I felt a hand grab mine and soft pair of lips kissed my knuckles. I turn to see the Joker's face slightly more soft. "And be careful," he whispers, barely audible.

I couldn't help but smile; even with the Joker act, my soulmate is always present.

I take a deep breath before stepping out, nodding to the driver who again, had his eyes casted downwards. I look up at the intimidating building before slowly making my way towards the steps. The sound of the limo speeding off gave me confirmation that I was now alone on this mission.

With sweaty palms and a dry throat, I plastered on a fake smile and strode in confidently into the manor.

Next Scene

The top floor was where the banquet was being held at. There were many people, mostly older gentlemen. I walked around alone, being careful to not look too suspicious in my inspecting of the room. I've only seen Harvey Dent a few times on the news, but he was a handsome face to recognize.

I scouted the whole room, smiling politely as a few men looked at me with wonder while the women looked at me in envy. I couldn't help but feel somewhat proud, this was the first time I've ever felt this confident. I made my way to the shrimp bar where another young woman was standing.

I grabbed a few shrimps and popped them into my mouth. The other woman looked to be worried about something, and upon studying her face I recognized her as Rachel Dawes, Harvey's soulmate. An idea sparked in my head.

Quickly, I swallowed the food I had been chewing and carefully moved closer to the brunette. "What a beautiful venue isn't it?" I ask her, small talking is the way to go.

She turns to me and give me a small smile. "Yeah, Mr. Wayne always throws the best parties." Her voice buried a sad tone and I lifted an eyebrow at it.

"It would be more fun if my date hadn't bailed on me," I laugh casually. "Us single girls always need to stick together."

She waves her hands, "Oh I'm not single."

I give her a shocked expression. "No? Soulmate or..."

"Soulmate," she says quickly before looking down in what I could guess was disappointment. "He hasn't arrived yet."

I bite my lip and refrained from letting out a frustrated sigh. This was going to be a long night. "When is he expected to arrive?" I try to sound casual but my tone came out a little more demanding than I wanted.

The woman narrowed her eyes at me before looking me up and down. "Why so interested?" she shoots back.

I bite the inside of my cheek before displaying another round of fake enthusiastic smiles. "I'm with the press Ms. Dawes, I just wanted to ask a few questions for my article."

She looked to have bought the story but she still wasn't pleased. "Well next time just be upfront honest, no use in all the small talk."

Wow what a bitch, I thought it my mind. I clenched my teeth from saying some smart remark back to her. It was decided, I didn't like Rachel.

I decided to kill her with kindness. "Well he better hurry up, a beautiful girl like you is bound to be swept off her feet," I give her a wink before turning away. I didn't wait for her response before I made my way towards the champagne table.

I hope the Joker would get the gist that Harvey wasn't here and we could just all go home. My feet were beginning to hurt.

As I grabbed a glass from the table, I felt an odd presence from behind me. I turned and came face to face with the billionaire himself: Bruce Wayne.

"I had almost given up finding the most beautiful woman in the room, but yet here you are," his handsome face gave off an even more dazzling smile. But I could see past his charming facade; the papers didn't lie. He was a playboy and markless.

"Do you use that line on all the women Mr. Wayne?" I question sarcastically.

"Only on the beautiful one," he winks. "You know me, but I don't know you. And please, call me Bruce." He held out his hand to me, and even though everything in me told me not to touch him, I had to remember that I was putting on an act tonight. I could only imagine what the Joker must be thinking right now.

"I'm Megan, Fro-Franklin," I corrected, covering up my almost mistake with a bright smile, putting my hand in his.

His eyes narrowed and he seemed to be studying my face. "Megan is it?" He questions, his hand on mine tightening.

I frown, trying to pull back from him. "Yes?" I say more in question.

He releases my hand finally, pulling back to say, "sorry, thought I recognized you from somewhere. How are you enjoying the evening so far?."

Internally, I gave a sigh of relief. I almost thought my cover was blown. "It could be better if I were to be honest. Where is Harvey Dent? Isn't this suppose to be his event?"

I watched as the man in front of me looked to be in an inner argument with himself, but he played it cool. It was only when I saw his eyes flash up towards the direction of Rachel did I finally catch on. Bruce here must have been interested in Rachel till Harvey came around.

"Well the man of the hour must be taking fashionably late to another level," Bruce joked, giving me a smile I knew was forced.

I let out a giggle of my own. Before I could say anything else, Bruce grabbed my hand and began to lead me towards the dance floor where a talented piano players tapped away at the keys beautifully.

I gasped as I felt his hand wound it's way around the middle of my back, his hand holding mine tightly as he began to sway us around the room. My whole body felt like it was on fire, and not in the good way. No my soulmark burned with fury and I could only imagine what the Joker was feeling right now. Actually, I didn't even want to know.

"Uh Mr. Wayne, I don't think is very appropriate," I try, slowly pushing away from him. But his grip on me was firm, and if I wanted to avoid bruises I wouldn't try harder.

His once soft eyes seemed to harden. "What's wrong?" He asks. He then leaned down to whisper in my ear. "Is your soulmate watching?"

My whole body freezes with fear and I felt myself began to feel rather sweaty. I pull back harder. "I don't know what your talking about, and if you don't let me go right now I'll make a scene."

"I know who you are Diana, and all I want to know is if you are working with him willingly," His face was stern but I could tell that he genuinely wanted to know. Could this be my chance to escape? Did I want to escape? The Joker said he would always find me...But what if he kills innocent people for me? If I pledged my loyalty to the Joker I would be surely shipped off to jail. And I didn't know Bruce Wayne enough to trust him.

When I didn't answer, Bruce spoke again. "You have a choice in who you want to be with. Soulmate or not, there's always a choice."

That statement snapped me back to reality and instead of answering I just gave him another smile. "Mr. Wayne, I can assure you that I don't have a soulmate and I have no idea what you are talking about."

I could see his mouth clench in frustration. "You don't have to worry. You're saf-."

I cut him off quickly by pretending to be overheated. "Phew!" I say loudly, fanning myself. "This dancing has got me so thirsty Mr. Wayne, I could sure use a cocktail."

He narrows his eyes skeptically before shaking it off and giving me another smile. "Of course, I'll be right back."

As soon as he turned away, I quickly moved towards the exit. But right before I could open the door, an older gentlemen grabbed me by the arm and pulled me towards another door.

"Hey! Let me go!" I say, pulling my arm away from him.

The man turns to give me a pleading look. "Don't worry Ms. Frost, we're here to help you."

Before I could say anything, the main elevator opened up and the Joker's men started filing out. The crowded erupted into shrieks as the people pushed away from the clowns.

I saw a flash of green hair before I was being pulled away again. I struggled but against the old man, but another pair of arms wrapped around me.

"Don't worry Diana, we'll get you to safety. The Joker won't be able to harm you anymore," Bruce says, reaching into his pocket and lifting a capsule towards my face.

"Get away from me!" I shout, but before I could defend myself, he broke the capsule and I inhaled whatever it was. My world began to swirl and I was suddenly met with darkness.

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