ERMERGAHSH ANOTHER UPDATE?! I know! I really want to start cranking this story out so here ya go. I don't believe this is as long as the last one, but it is being published two days after the other one. Probs not my best, but I am happy with this chapter. Hope you guys enjoy!

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Chapter 10:

Rosalie sat on the bed with her knees to her chest. How did she get here? There was a time when she was fun to be around and enjoyed spending time with her family. Now she's an emotional wreck who has just recently become a hostage of The Joker. She couldn't think straight anymore. The Joker who once went by the name Jack had introduced her to the greatest mobsters of Gotham, kissed her, and almost went all the way with her which sounded weird considering he was The Joker. He didn't seem to be the type that would be interested in things other than creating chaos. Then again he was creating a war zone in her mind. What had just happened seemed to be so unlike The Joker that Rosalie assured herself that it was all a plan to confuse her. To deter her from creating a plan of escape. And now that was exactly what she was going to do. Escape.

She began searching the room. Her first stop was the windows. The Joker wasn't dumb so he obviously had nailed them shut, and that was about it when it came to exits other than the door which he kept locked and guarded at all times while he was away. As she began to give up hope she spotted something in the corner of her eye. It was a black box with a lock on the front. Whatever was in it surely had to be important one way or another. She crouch down in front of it and pulled at the lock slightly. She was sure the key had to be somewhere in the room because she doubt The Joker trusted himself enough to keep the key on him when he was out causing mayhem. Frantically, Rosalie began searching the room trying to find the key before The Joker came home.

Where to look… where.. to.. look.. she thought to herself. She checked under the bed and on top of all of the door frames. The drawers were her next stop. She pilfered through carefully in order to keep everything in its place. A photo caught her attention. It was a photo of her from high school… but why would The Joker care to have one, unless it was for informational research only. Because he had made it VERY clear to her that he no longer contained any thought of Jack. Under the picture there was a small purple box. (of course it was purple) Inside lay a small silver key. Just as she had slipped the key into her back pocket the door slammed open. Rosalie gasped and slammed the drawer shut still holding the picture she had found. She couldn't turn around. She knew he was standing there ready to slice her cheeks open.

His voice cut the tension thicker than his knife could, "And just what are you doing in my drawer going through my things?" He asked inching closer.

She had to distract him. If he looked in the drawer and noticed the key was missing he would know that she took it. So she decided to use the picture as an excuse. She turned to face him holding up the picture. "You left me here with nothing to do and- well, I mean- I found this. Why do you have it?" She was tripping over her own words. Her heart betraying her mind.

The Joker put up a serious facade as he took the picture from her examining it. "You know some would say age becomes you. But honestly it's just given you, uh, frown lines. You worry too much." He stated simply.

"Damn it Joker I want you to answer me! I'm tired of these made up fantasies we play where this could ever be normal! You say you aren't Jack anymore but you kidnapped me because you know me, you've kissed me multiple times, and now you just happen to have a photo of me from when we were in high school together!" She screamed snatching the picture out of his hands and throwing it to the floor.

The Joker growled as Rosalie did this and pushed her back so she sat on the bed. He leaned down so he was eye level with her and stuck his finger in her face. "Did you ever think that maybe I was trying to get rid of the people who knew about my past? Because I would say that you and your snoopy habits found out the most about me. You want to die so badly, so how about I introduce an idea. I'm going to kill you, but I'm not telling you when, and I may decide that it will be in the middle of the night. It may be at two o'clock in the fucking afternoon. I'll savor every last drop of you."

"This talk of you killing me is starting to get really old Joker, it is." Her mind flooded back to earlier that day. How The Joker had lusted after her. "Besides, it seemed as though you were more interested in… exploring me than killing me." How dumb do I sound, she thought. Rosalie just wanted to live long enough to find out what was inside that box.

The Joker leaned in closer so that his mouth was against her ear. "Maybe you want me to explore. I wonder… what I might find." He began unbuttoning the shirt she was wearing, each button slowly. "I imagine I'll find a girl who pretends to be on the side of the angels. A girl who craves to find the darkness." He pushed the shirt off over her shoulders leaving her in just her bra and underwear causing her to shiver from the loss of warmth.

"I told you not to touch me." She whispered.

"I never said I would listen." The Joker looked into her eyes for a moment before he slowly moved in and connected his lips to hers. For a moment she didn't respond. She wanted to pretend that she didn't care. But she could still feel Jack. And at the time that was enough for her. She began to pull him into her to deepen the kiss. Her hands became tangled within his hair. He growled as she pulled his hair slightly, leaning in slightly to cause her to fall back. She felt his tongue along her lips as he practically begged for an entrance. When Rosalie didn't respond right away her grasped her sides harder causing her to gasp which allowed his tongue to easily slip in. It was like they were doing some type of dance. Rosalie's hands fumbled as they made their way down to belt, but as she began to unbuckle it The Joker grabbed her wrists in one hand and forced them above her head. "Someone's in a hurry," noted The Joker.

Just as The Joker's hands began sliding lower a knock from the door pulled their attention away from each other. The Joker looked at Rosalie one last time before standing up and slipping his jacket back on. He made his way to the door and opened it as Rosalie sat up on the bed already buttoning her shirt. It was Joey who stood on the other side, who was shocked when he saw the state she was in, putting two and two together.

"Are you just here to stare? Because I know a guy who could use those eyes of yours." The Joker snapped.

Joey shook his head quickly and then sputtered out an answer, "No Boss… um it's the Batman… he's uh… he called you out over the news. In relation to the girl. Says that you're just another low life thug who kidnaps women for fun."

Rosalie looked up in surprise. Batman was looking for her. Batman was calling The Joker out. There was a chance she would be saved. A small one, but it was there. She noticed The Joker staring at her and suddenly the floor became very interesting. She didn't want The Joker to see the ideas formulating in her head.

"Well Rosy, dear. It looks like you and I are going to the city for the night." The Joker began laughing to himself.

Rosalie stood, not caring that she was still only in a shirt, her bra, and underwear. "You're taking me into the city?"

"I fear that you're going death. What a shame." He began talking slower in a mocking manner to 'help' her understand. "Be ready to go in an hour. Joey will come get you, and bring you to me. Got it?"

She just nodded and watched The Joker leave, signaling Joey to follow. She instantly began pacing. This was it. She could escape as long as she kept her cool and didn't blow the one chance she had. She turned on the shower and prayed that Batman knew what he was doing.

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AND THERE YA GO! We got to see Joey again yayyyyy. He'll definitely be in the next chapter along with a certain hero...I own nothing except Rosalie and the plot line.

Remember: You either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become a villain.