Flabby: Hello loves….

Tabby: I hoped you liked the last chapter…

Flabby: Because, you see, we didn't get any feed back, so we truly don't know…but we enjoyed it!

Joker: I didn't. * Pouts, crossing arms over chest*

Tabby: Uh-huh. Like we care.

Joker: I WAS ROBBED!! Isn't there any justice anymore?

Flabby: *whispers to Tabby and readers* obviously he hasn't realized that you can't own another human being.

Joker: What? What did you say?!?

Flabby: Nothing. Don't worry, I am sure whatever was stolen shall be returned to you shortly…now onward!

--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Joker

"So-uh, it's all ready?"

"Yes. Everything you asked for! I swear! Get that knife out of my face!" Scarecrow held up his hands.

"Uh, uh, uh you're in no position to give any orders." I wagged my finger at him.

"Whatever, it should be ready within the week." Scarecrow backed up, into the wall behind him.

"Have you tested it out? Does it work?"

"Only on animals."

"Why-uh, are you so willing to give it to me without knowing if it even works?" I licked my scars, my good mood vanishing.

"I was planning on testing it on the messenger I sent you, but he never came back! The rest of my men are too valuable! What did you do with him?" Scarecrows eyes darted around.

" Well… He bugged me. And he didn't die all at once. It was hours before the screaming stopped. I almost didn't get to sleep that night. That's the last time I'll use crushed glass." I chuckled.

"Now I want it ready, and tested, within the week. If-uh, its not…there will be consequences-uh." My laughter bubbled through my mouth as I strode out.

Time to find the sunshine.

* * *

Sunila

My hand lingered on my arm, pressing on it, sighing. It had already been a week yet the wounds were just starting to scab. There would surely be a scar.

Weak.The whole world would know that I, Sunila, was a weak, sniveling woman.

You're not weak. Not one bit.

I laughed dryly before slipping my arms into a sweater, covering up those horrid bandages.

"Sunila?" Bruce's voice carried through the thick wood of the door.

"One sec!" I grabbed my purple flats, slipping them on before yanking the door open.

Bruce stepped back, obviously surprised.

"What?"

"You're wearing a sweater and it's the middle of July." He raised his eyebrows.

"I'm pretty sure that my bandages would be like a beacon of light to Joker. Personally, I don't want to be kidnapped while shopping. Plus, I don't want him to hurt you."

He chuckled. "I am pretty sure I can take care of myself."

"Uh huh. Right. Without your suit, he would have no problem shooting you down. Then what would poor Gotham do then without their knight?" I mocked, pouting my lips.

Bruce looked away. "How did you find out?"

Now it was my turn to chuckle. "C'mon, it's pretty obvious. Batman saves me, and then dumps me on Gotham's playboy's doorstep? Wouldn't it have been safer to give me to Commissioner Gorden? Why you? Plus have you seen all the amazing gadgets Batman has? They obviously have to be expensive. If Joker thought about it, I am pretty sure he would figure it out in a snap. But he likes the mystery. He almost doesn't want to know your true identity. He would rather you tell him yourself or be able to rip you mask off himself." I shrugged.

"You seem to know him very well."

"I do. That's why I am going to stop him."

"You seem pretty sure about that."

"I am. Now are we going shopping or what?"

Bruce rolled his eyes, then gestured to the door.

"What? No Lamborghini? You're holding out on me Bruce!" I frowned when I viewed the hunk of metal that sat in his driveway.

"I thought we should play it on the down low. Try to blend in. Plus this Toyota truck is reinforced with bullet proof steel and windows. He would have to use a bazooka to get through it."

"Oh, he has plenty of those." I muttered.

* * *

Sunila

"So, how do I look?" I smiled twirling, sporting a casual dress, chunky necklace and boots.

"Gorgeous." Bruce sat lazily in the sitting room.

"You've said that about every outfit." I pointed out.

"It's the truth. You can make anything look good, Suni."

I blushed as I turned away from him, going back into the dressing room, unsure how to answer.

"Okay!" I sang as I strolled out less then two minutes later, my arms filled with clothes. "I found-" I gasped.

Bruce stood with his hands up, a gun pointed to his head.

"Bruce-" I dropped my clothes.

"Nuh, uh, uh Suni. Not one more step." Joker sauntered in, a grin tugging on his cheeks.

"Joker…" I rolled my eyes, holding back a grin. "What do you want?" I forced my face to a mask of confusion, fear and surprise, holding back my joy. Our plan had worked. Bruce was working on his fearful hostage mask even though he probably could have easily disarmed the stupid clown holding the gun to his head.

"What I want? I want your company Sunila. Don't you lovvveeee meeeee?" He whined.

"Love? That's what you want me to feel? After you did this to me?!?" I spat, forgetting the lines Bruce and I had previously rehearsed.

"Oh, feisty. Keep talking back to me, Sun, and I may just-uh have to get rid…of your little…friend… here." He suggestively raised his eyebrows toward Bruce.

"Him? I don't care about him. He was just someone the police put to stop me from returning to you." I pretend glared at Bruce.

"Reallyyyy?" Joker giggled. "You love me that much?"

"It's not like I could ever go back to a normal life."

"True. Wellll….if you really hate him, why don't you do the honors?" Joker extended his gun, his own gun towards me.

My eyes widened. "Gladly." I responded, not missing a beat. I grabbed the gun then strolled over to Bruce, gazing into his eyes, trying to convey my emotions.

"Say Nighty, Night!" I giggled.

* * *

Joker

Well, well, I likey the new Sunila.

But I am not stupid. No, no I am not.

* * *

Sunila

I pressed my finger to the trigger, slowly, praying he would stop me.

"Uh, uh, uh, stop there Ego."

My heart jolted at that name.

His hand covered mine, slipping the gun from my finger as I held back a sigh of relief.

"We-uh don't want to kill him yet. He needs to give the po-po a full report about your escape."

"Po-po?" I stared at him in disbelief.

"Uh yeahhh. The Police. Ssshheesshh, would've thought you would have known that one." He chuckled. "Shall we?" He gestured to the door, giving me a mocking bow.

I stuck my nose in the air as I strolled out, Joker right behind me.

* * *

Joker

She has no idea what she just walked into me. If she had any sense, she would have gotten on the first plane out of Gotham.

My message has sinked in. But maybe I should just make it a bit deeper.

* * *

Sunila

I cowered in my bed at Joker's hideout a mere two hours later, clutching my arm, which was now freshly bleeding.

Joker giggled. "I hope you never forget that." He wiped his knife off on my shirt, holding onto me with an iron grip. He leaned in, until his nose was nearly touching mine. "Don't you ever forget. I own you." He leaned back, smirking. After a couple seconds of staring, Joker finally was satisfied that his message had sunk in.

The only thing I could hear was my own sobs and the sink quietly dripping water.

* * *

Joker

Well, I have carved my message into her.

If she thinks this is bad, she has another thing coming for her.

She will never be weak again. I giggled, rubbing my hands together. No, no she will no longer be weak.

She will be strong.

A strong, blood thirsty monster.

Like me.

* * *

Flabby: Uh ohhhh!

Tabby: What is Joker gunna do to Suni?!?!

Joker: Something genius!

Flabby: It you, horrific to others. She is your own sister! * whips out Joker's and Suni's family album* Looky, you two were so cute!

Tabby: … You better run, Flabby. *looks between Joker and Flabby.*

Joker. Where…*clears throat, collects himself* Where-uh did ya get those? *Smiles*

Flabby: …