Hey! It's me again! Here with another update! I'm going to make Thursdays update day, because It's just easier that way. Okay! So here it is! Chapter 9! Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own anything except Kara, a few random goons, and Kara's dad…

Chapter 9

WHAM! Dick punched the punching bag with an unparalleled force in the training room at Wayne manner. Bruce watched from the two way mirror used to observe Batgirl and Nightwing as they commenced in their daily training exercises.

"He's been like that ever since she's been missing Bruce. I'm worried about him." She said as she stood next to her friend and mentor.

Bruce looked down at the red head next to him, then back at his other "side kick".

"Yea, me too. He's letting this entire thing get to him. If he starts taking cases like these too personally, it'll destroy him in a matter of no time."

Barbra looked up at him. She had to admit that he was right, as cold and unfeeling as that statement came across. He had been a rock when Rachel Dawes was killed in a Joker attack in a ware house. Though everyone who knew the real Bruce Wayne knew that he was dying on the inside, he never let on in the public eye. He made sure that he kept his head, and focused on what needed to be done. She turned and looked back at her friend who was now taking his unspoken rage out on a poor defenseless training dummy using some of the most expert Muay Thai moves.

Kara was still in shock over the brash kiss from her captor, when Rod walked in holding a bottle of water, and some pills that were in the brownish container with the child-proof lid, but lacked the label containing the name of said pills, the proper dosage needed, and just looked shady to say the least.

"Hey." Rod said softly as he tried to get Kara's attention without scaring the living daylights out of her.

Kara came out of her reverie as she looked up at him. An overly exaggerated look of joy came into her eyes as she eyed the pills.

"Oh Rod! Are those what I think they are?" she asked as she put her hands together in a prayer fashion.

Rod smiled at the girl's antics and stretched out the leg with the brace and lowered himself down in front of her. He liked her, he really did. And hoped with everything within him that whatever the boss had in store for her, would still result in her walking out alive.

"Yea darlin'. It is. These will take care of that pain in no time at all. It's a oxycodone. 500 ml " He said as he opened up the bottle and poured out two capsules.

" Yes!" said Kara as she held her hand out, accepting the pills and water bottle from Rod.

She didn't know how to feel about the young man, but so far, she liked him. He was her only friend in this place, but even so, she knew that she had to be very attentive to every aspect of him. Every movement, every gesture. Just because he was good to her now, didn't by any means mean that she should place her complete and total trust in him. And she wasn't about to throw her common sense out the door. Or become one of those people who fell for that Stockholm Syndrome thing. No. Her mother had taught her about that as well. Use the friendships or bonds you create with your captors, but don't fall for their methods of trying to get you to relax, and give them everything – anything – that they want. She remembered this as she downed the pills, all the while, praying that she would wake up after taking them.

The Joker walked through the jewelry store, waving his gun around, taking absolute pleasure in the fear of the people in his presence.

"You know, it's kinda weird. How much you think about life, while you're holding a loaded gun." He said as he squatted down in front of a young man who looked like he was just about ready to pass out.

"It's a strange thing indeed-ah." He licked his bottom lip, cracked his neck and poked the young man's temple with the mouth of his gun.

"Why don't you leave him alone? We all know that you're not gonna do a thing! Not one thing! All you do is intimidate people! And manipulate them! You're nothing! Nothing but a freak!" said a man who looked to be around 35.

The Joker closed his eyes, hung his head, and let out a sigh. When are they going to learn? There was always one idiot who wanted to be the hero. But the truth was, that there were no heroes. Not really. In the end, you're alone. And there ain't no one in the world who's gonna come save you. That's a lesson that he had learned years ago, when he was nothing but a child. He actually wasn't planning on killing anyone. Not really anyway. When he first came into the store, he had 9 shots in his weapon. When he left, it was empty.

He walked into the warehouse in a foul mood. Three of his goons had already been victims of his infamous blade by the time he walked in. When he went into the place where he kept Kara, he was in for the surprise of his life. He walked in to see something that not even he saw coming. There was Kara Robinson, the girl who had always been the girl who was so careful, so calculating whenever he was around, walking around the room, in one of his spare purple coats. She turned around to see him.

"Oh! HI!" she said as she spread her arms wide and ran towards him.

She jumped and the next thing he knew, she had her arms wrapped around his neck, looking down at him, with her legs wrapped around his waist. And to his absolute surprise, he was holding her up. Whatever it was that Rod gave her, was definitely working. And it was really…strange. When he realized what he was doing, he let go and let her drop.

"Ow! You know, Mr. Joker – guy! I don't think that you're very nice." She said.

"Don't have to be a genius to find that out kid." He said blandly.

"Haha! You just called me a baby goat!" she said laughing hysterically.

The Joker looked at the girl sitting at his feet, pinching the bridge of his nose. What in the world did he give her? He thought as he felt her tugging on the hem of his coat.

"What?" he demanded.

Kara pouted at his tone. "You don't have any friends do you? Well it's a wonder. It's gonna be really hard trying to get someone to be your friend without being nice to them first!"

She said as she kept sliding her feet across the floor, in a poor attempt to get up. Joker rolled his eyes and grabbed her upper arm, pulling her up, which made her lean against him for support. She had all her weight on him, and he bared his teeth in frustration as he tucked the gun in his waist band, and used the now free hand to adjust the young lady in his arms so that she was right up against him.

"Your hair's all curly." Said Kara as she combed her fingers through the Clown Princes' hair.

The Joker tossed his head so that her hand fell back onto his shoulder for balance.

Kara tilted her head to the side. She looked into his eyes, and smiled the hazy smile that had "I'm on pain killers" written all over it.

"You know something Mr. Joker – guy?" she asked.

The Joker decided to bait her. Might as well, who knew how long she might be like this? Might as well have some fun with it while he was at it.

"What?" he asked as he looked down at her.

"You're my hero." She said as she leaned her head on his shoulder.

With that, the Joker hefted her up and over his shoulder and started walking towards his room. To make sure that she wouldn't wander around the warehouse in the state that she was in and get herself into some otherwise avoidable trouble.

"There's no such thing kid. No such thing." He said as he climbed a set of steel stairs and kicked his door open.

He dropped her down on his bed and was about to leave, when all of a sudden, she grabbed onto his hand. The Joker whipped his head around to stare at her at the gesture. No one has ever held him like that. Not in a long, long time.

"You saved my life! No one ever cared about me, no one! And then you came along." She said as she sat up an began to scoot towards him, until she was able to hold onto the collar of his jacket.

The one that she was wearing, was far too big for her. One could see how small she really was. The sleeves were well passed her hands, and the body of the coat reached just above her knees.

"Now, that's just enough out of you." Said the Joker as he tapped the tip of her nose.

"You know, it's a joke. Just a big joke. I don't care a bit about you. Your old man? He was just plain annoying. But to think that I actually cared for you? Don't make me laugh." He finished.

With that, he smiled his infamous smile. The one that struck fear into the entire city of Gotham. The smile that had been the last thing seen by his victims. The smile that came after countless insults and threats. But Kara wasn't having any of it.

She got closer to him, until she was sitting in his lap, holding his face between her hands. "You say that. But I think it's your biggest pretend." She said.

The Joker cocked an eyebrow and looked at her. And frankly, he didn't like where this was going.

"Umm…excuse me?" he asked.

"You sit there, and you smile…but –" Kara stopped and looked deeper into his eyes until their noses were almost touching.

Joker raised both eyebrows and turned his head slightly so that he had a bit more personal space, if you could call it that. "But what?"

"But – you're eyes. They're so sad." She said as she rested her forehead against his.

The Clown Prince had had enough at this point, and tried to pull himself away, only to feel Kara pull him in towards her, for a kiss. He broke away first, and pushed her off of him and onto the bed. He stood up and stared at her. After a few seconds, he touched his lips, and had what would normally be classified as a spazz attack.

"Did you just – why did – you little – wha – GGGAAAAAHHHH!" and with that, he stormed out of the room.

"ROD! ROD? I'M GONNA KILL YOU!" screamed the Joker as he stormed into the main area, turning over everything in his path.

All the goons rushed out of the area, already having experienced the wrath of their boss when he was like this. Rod rushed into the room upon hearing his boss' voice, and was a bit more than scared when he was slammed up against the wall, staring into the crazed eyes of the Clown Prince of Gotham.

"Boss! Boss what is it?" he managed to ask as the Joker pressed into his throat.

"What did you give her?" Joker demanded.

"Wha – what do you m – mean?" asked Rod, gasping for air.

"Those pills! What were they?"

"Boss! She was in pain! I didn't know what else to –" Rod tried to explain.

But of course, the Joker wouldn't have it. He only got angrier.

"WHAT. WERE. THEY?"

"Boss! They weren't ANYTHING! She was in pain, and I didn't know what else to do! Boss, they were placibos! Sugar pills!"

A/N: wwwwhhhhhaaaaaaaaa? Don't know what else to say right now…except…review please! :D