Back to Selene just to let you know!

Don't look up, don't look anywhere, just keep your hands in your face. The ride back was much quicker than the ride to the bank, which I was very grateful for. We came to a halt in front of the hideout and when the van door slid open I got out before Joker could force me to do so and run into the building and went into any random room and crouched down on the floor and started crying. What ever Joker was playing at, it was working. My mother, my brothers, and Uncle Gordon, all in one day and hardly anytime spent with them at all. Then when he used me as a meat shield, he kissed me! Why, was it to piss off Gordon, to get his blood riled? I knew that was the case, and I shouldn't get worked up about it. It wasn't exactly a kiss from a secret crush. I sat here in that room, crying for how long I don't know, until I finally fell asleep from exhaustion.

Music playing in the background, ghostly figures with masks on hiding there faces. Potential shone for the colors on their outfits being very bright and garish but they were all muted. Then the one figure that stood out in the sea of gray, sporting a bright red tunic, belt, and tight matching red pants that fit perfectly and black buts up to the bottom of his thigh. His mask was part of a skull and his eyes had black eyeliner around them to give them a sunken look and nose painted white to match the mask, ad it ended just at the corner's o his lips. This was obviously Red Death, and it screamed of trouble.

I wondered over to that area, and just hanged out, not paying attention, then the music, light as it was already, slowed down, and I started heading for the sidelines, I didn't have a partner. Then a tap on the shoulder and I spun around on the spot, there was Red Death holding out a hand, obviously asking for a dance. I took his hand and we cued up on the dance floor with the other couples dancing. Every movement was perfect and swift and just as the song ended I gazed into his eyes, when the lights hit them they shone out like stars on a black sky. A smile broke his lips then a laugh, malicious and unmerciful and he removed the mask and there was Joker laughing.

I woke up and was breathing hard, but I wasn't where I fell asleep. It was a regular bedroom, no abnormal colors, no spindly chairs and there was a window but it had bars over it. The bed I was on was really low to the ground and had just a protector sheets and a really big fluffy blanket. It was king sized and had two night stands attached. The wood was painted white and the sheets and protector was black while the blanket was a muted shade of red adding a bit of color. Every thing else was nothing special, but there was two doors. I stood wearily and looked around, I felt like an animal being stalked. I walked crossed the room and opened the first door, it led into a bathroom.

"Wow, someone actually cares about hygiene here," I muttered to myself walking in. Again, noting special, it had an old fashioned tub with a showerhead attached to the wall near it and a curtain, a toilet, and vanity.

I shut the door behind me and turned the hot water tap on in the tub and let it fill up as I undressed. The white t-shirt was blood stained and covered in dirt, and looked like it went through hell. Needless to say the blue pleated skirt I wore with it didn't look any better, and the leggings I tore short had so many holes in them it looked like Swiss cheese went through a can opener and grew mold cause of its natural color. The tub was filled and I eased my self in; all the cuts and wounds seared, but the worst of all was the one on my stomach, but after a minute or so it stopped hurting and actually felt pretty decent.

I could stay in here for ever, it was the most I've relaxed since first arriving here, and probably will be the last chance I would get. I sunk in, so only my eyes and nose showed and let my shoulder length black hair get wet. I submerged my whole head and stayed under for a second looking at the world from the glassy surface of the water. I went up and leaned against the back of the tub. I started humming some random tune then let the water drain out and got up.

I redressed in the blood stained and torn clothes and wrapped my hair up in a towel and started scrubbing my face with water from the sink. I left the bathroom to find a box on the bed. Curiosity rising I walked over and sat down in front of it. It didn't look dangerous, but being here has taught me a thing or to. I picked it up and carefully turned it over a few times in my hands. I dubbed it safe and cautiously opened it. Inside was a change of clothes with a note attached.

Thought you might need these. Ones you have look like they've been through hell.

"Wow, sounds like he cares," I said, putting the note to the side.

The clothes were all black, something I was grateful for. The shirt had frayed out edges giving it a cut and edgy look and one sleeve was torn off the other really long. The skirt came down to mid thigh and had leggings that halfway down turned into fish nets and stopped the knee. There were also boots in the box that cam up to mid calf that had buckles all over them. I laughed, he knew my style. I once again stripped down but kept under garments on and started putting the new clothes on.

When I finished I went back to the bath room on a mission. I put my hand behind the vanity mirror and felt an opening and then took the switchblade I stole from Joker and ran it in the opening. Nothing exploded it was safe. I pulled the mirror open and behind it were different kinds of paints.

"Must be where he gets ready in the morning," I joked.

I shifted through the paints and discovered in the back what I was looking for.

"I'll never know and I don't want to," I said, pulling down some eyeliner.

I put some on, making the bags under my eyes look like they were part of the make up.

"Great success," I said.

If I'm going to be stuck here, least I can look nice when I die. I went back into the bedroom and sat down on the bed. It was pitch black outside telling me it was night, and I didn't feel tired at all. Now I develop a nocturnal persona.

The door burst open and in walked Joker looking satisfied. "Well you look nice sweets."

"You have the uncanny sense when to know when I'm getting to relaxed," I retorted.

"Call it a gift," he replied.

I scratched my head purposely trying to get the hair loose then ran my fingers through it. I was waiting for it, and he didn't disappoint.

"So are you going to give me the names or what?"

"I'm going with or what, meaning no," I replied, getting bored.

"Ha ha, funny, well I should tell you something, this room you're in, its not only you, but, its mine and Crane's as well," Joker said, smile growing.

"Say wah' now?" I asked shocked.