Sorry about the length of the chapters. I've been getting blocks… I'll try harder to make them more detailed. Xo

"Don't'!" Luna screamed! The Joker stood over her, power and dominance thoroughly sickening his already horrific appearance.

"Don't what Darrrrling-ah?" he traced his fingers up her leg, nipping her skin every so often, to emphasize what he intended.

Luna whimpered, feeling her strength drain with every second that passed. She did realize what she had lowered herself to, but she was so scared, she'd do anything to stop him. "I…I…please…!" She tested the bonding on her wrists, helplessly. She whimpered, trying to pull at them, to no avail.

The Joker slapped her. Hard. "Now shush. If you keep wriggling, you won't be able to enjoy the uh…fun." He grinned devilishly, flashing all his yellow teeth.

She tried to sit up, but the bonding limited her movement. She looked at him pathetically, "You're better…than this. Please..."

The Joker suddenly stopped his actions and stood up, licking his lips resting his hand on his chin.

Luna's heart hammered in her chest. Did she stop him?

"Y'know Looonah, you're right." Her heart lifted and her eyes welled with hopefulness. This was short lived however; he took out his trademark switch-blade and grinned again evilly. Luna's heart leapt into her mouth at his words. "Let's make this more interesting…."

The Joker hopped on top of her and kissed her roughly, his tongue invading her mouth.

This lasted for several minutes. She make several warning noises to indicate she couldn't breathe. He pulled away, leaving her coughing and spluttering, attempting to wipe her mouth on her chest. He looked down on her, his eyes could have glowed red, his teeth carved into fangs… and his appearance couldn't possibly get any scarier.

"I am the better class of criminal after all…" the blade glinted dangerously in the dim light.

*****

Luna opened her eyes abruptly. She sighed and wiped her hand on her forehead, to her disgust feeling how sweaty she was. Never in her years as a policewoman, had she been so scared. But it was only a dream…

'Wow…being a hostage really sucks…'

She was already starting to be mentally affected even though the Joker had done nothing to her. Well… nothing in the form of rape. He had only knocked her unconscious by crashing into her bus, froze her in a shower, cut her open in her ovary-area and carved a the letter 'J' into her leg.

"Oh you're awake!" the dreaded voice sang to her ears.

She closed her eyes for a moment, wishing she hadn't moved. That she had somehow fooled him into thinking she was still asleep.

"Yeah…" she sat up looking for the source of the sound. He was sitting on the sofa, his legs propped up on the coffee table. He had his back to her therefore; all she could see was his greasy mop of hair.

"Good-ah…you seemed to have had a nightmare."

"What?" she panicked slightly.

He let out a hoarse laugh then grunted, "You were screaming in your sleep."

If Luna were in a comic strip, she would have slapped her face with an emphasis on embarrassment. 'Great.'

She walked edgily over to him, intrigued that he wasn't poking fun at her or describing the details. He seemed to be preoccupied.

"Hey…I didn't know you read the newspaper…"

"I don't-ah." He giggled making a sniping motion. The Joker suddenly turned, catching Luna off guard and nearly knocking her backwards. He was grinning with the glee of a young schoolboy.

In his hands were newspaper clippings, which looked like they had been drawn over. Faces were slightly visible beneath red and black ink and 'Ha Ha Ha' seemed to be written where he could squeeze it in. Complete rubbish in other words.

"Uh…" she frowned, leaning close to the picture. She vaguely recognized the 'man' in his left hand. "Is that…?"

He giggled again, "You could say I found the news very boring-ah." He turned his back on her again and continued to scribble and snip.

Luna stood still, the image of the mayor in her mind. How weird it was to see him with black-rimmed eyes and a huge, red grin. She shuttered. What would the world be like with two Jokers?

She was interrupted from her thoughts by the sound of a dim-witted thug in the doorway. "Hey uh Boss…?"

"Yes?" the Joker sang. Wow, was he in a happy mood. It could possibly be because he had just marked Luna. Who knows?

"You might find the news interesting." He walked away, leaving the Joker frowning.

He stood up and clapped his hands together, "Well…uh…only one way to find out what he meant."

He grabbed Luna by her wrist roughly and yanked her towards the stairs.

*****

"Now…" he sat on the sofa in front on the television.

Luna looked around; he'd never let her down here before. The room was pretty big; decent sized. It was a lot messier than the room upstairs; the large table in what looked like a dining area was turned upside down, one of the windows at the back were smashed, there were beer bottles lying empty absolutely everywhere, crisp packets were covering every inch of the floor and under them Luna could vaguely make out the 'Zoo' and 'Nuts' magazine; A cheap way of gawping at a woman's body.

Luna took a step backwards with disgust. This room said 'MAN' all over it and she wasn't being sexiest. Most men in Gotham had turned to the thug life bar the few decent ones, e.g. Harvey, Gordon, Bruce, the doctors at Arkham, the Mayor…etc. The rest were in mobs (more than likely). Luna assumed they actually used their money to their advantage.

'Why the Joker? Out of everyone in Gotham, why the Joker?' she thought bitterly.

Luna felt arms snake around her waist and she was tugged onto the Joker's knee. She struggled angrily, more so because she had been taken off guard.

"Hey hey! Sit with me." He gripped tighter.

"I'm not sitting with you. I'm sitting on you," she hissed.

He laughed, "Aren't my knees comfortable-ah?"

"No."

"Ah well," he gripped tighter still and shushed her, "Watch."

She stopped struggling and gazed at the man talking into the microphone. Harvey Dent.

Her throat closed up. The Joker laughed at her, "Look-ah! There's your uh…man."

She wanted to retaliate, but was too interested on what he was saying.

"Batman's offered to turn himself in, but lets consider this for a moment. We've been happy for him to clean up our streets until now."

"THINGS ARE WORSE THAN EVER!"

"You'd rather protect an outlaw vigilante than the lives of citizens?"

"Batman is an outlaw, but that's not why we demand him to turn himself in. It's because were scared. One day he'll have to pay for what he's done, but to us. Not to this madman."

Luna swallowed. She prayed this didn't mean what she thought.

"No more dead cops!" -Cheers.

"He should turn himself in." -Applauses.

"Fine take the Batman into custody."

The people in the audience were confused, as was Luna.

"I am the Batman."

"HAHAHA!" the Joker pushed Luna off him and she landed on the floor with a loud thump.

The Joker was in hysterics. He couldn't believe what had just happened. "FINALLY!"

He stood up and pointed at Luna enthusiastically, "You! I knew it was him! I KNEW IT! After he threw himself after you…HAHA!"

Luna sat and stared at him in complete horror. What had Harvey done?

"Oh! This has made my day-ah!" he smacked his lips together.

He crouched down beside her and grasped her face tightly in his gloved hand, "What's the matter doll face? I thought you uh…knew…HAHA!" He stood up and grinned, "I guess-ah you figured he couldn't be so stupid."

The Joker practically skipped across the room and to the door.

"NO! Wait!" Luna scrambled to her feet and ran after him, tripping over herself in her boots.

She reached him and grabbed his legs tightly, "Please no! Not Harvey!"

He shook her off and continued to skip, his mood unaffected.

She stumbled after him again and pulled his arm, forcing him to come to a halt. He turned and looked at her.

"Not Harvey. Please! I'll do anything!"

He grunted and walked away.

"NO!" she screamed, flying at him again, "Don't touch him! Don't you dare hurt him!"

The Joker turned ever so seriously to look her straight in the eyes, "Get up to my room," he growled. "And stay there." With this he walked out the door and slammed it shut behind him, causing Luna to jump amidst her mumbling pleas.

*****

Luna did as she was told. She went upstairs trembling. Worrying. Images of Harvey's gruesome death possibilites forming in her mind. Would he leave his trade mark on him? The carved smile? The charcoal eyes? She just couldn't stand it. The very thought chilled her to the bone and she knew she wouldn't be able to cope with it.

Luna clenched her fists. "Let him try. Let him fucking try." Anger took over her worry. She began to bash her fists off the wall, screaming, but weeping. Every pound getting fiercer and harder. "Touch him and DIE!!" She told herself she would kill the Joker somehow, if he was to harm Harvey. If she could. Would it be possible?

She didn't know. She could beat criminals to a pulp without a backward glance. She could lock men behind bars regardless if they have families and children, but she was no monster. She doubted that she could kill.

She stopped beating the wall with her fists and leant against it, tears of frustration causing her chest to heave with sobs. She covered her mouth with her hands and breathed heavily. 'calm Luna...calm...'

She blinked. How long had she been here for now anyways? Two weeks? Seemed like longer.

The room was quiet. Luna felt a buzzing sensation in her brain. She slapped her head with her hand, "Stop that."

Great...now she was talking to herself. She may as well be crazy. Like him. Luna glanced around nervously. Where was he? Out doing...the buisness?

She felt a bubble of panic rise in her chest again. Right now, something was happening. Possibly involving her beloved. She took a deep breath, "Don't start again. You aren't weak. Crying is for the weak."

'If you aren't weak why are you sitting in his room? Why did you comply? Why didn't you seize the chance to escape?'

"Yeah..." Why did she comply? Why did she obey like an obediant puppy? Like his well trained play thing? She clenched her fists again. "I...Am...Not...His...Plaything."

'Then run.'

She contemplated it. The escape. The fresh air. The feeling of achievement as the air hit her face.

Luna grinned sheepishly. She needn't be told twice. She ran to the door and down the stairs. Freedom....she could almost taste it. As she slipped past a few men drinking beer, as she fiddled with the lock on the front door, as she opened the door and didn't bother closing it. She ran and jumped over a broken brick wall. She ran, realizing suddenly, she hadn't a clue where to go.

I hope this chapter was okay. I needed to make a link to TDK somehow. I was listening to 'Blood on my Hands' at that second last part. It clicked something in my mind, I figure. Sorry I really was going to make this longer, but my dinners ready! Anyways, please review. Xo