*I do not own the characters; only Samantha Allison Gordon. Thanks to all the readers/reviewers (:

[Samantha's POv]

"You can't just kill him!" I yelled as I tore the newspaper piece up. My body began to shake, this time he was hitting close to him. The Mayor was a close friend of my father and I've known him since I was born, he was like family to me.

The Joker slowly walked over to me, his cold eyes staring into mine, "and why not?"

"Cause" I could feel my voice panicking and growing frantic, "he's a good man! All he has done for this city is tried to improve it. He's created more jobs, started up more charities, he's…"

"A good man?" The Joker asked angrily.

I shook my head.

"I would hardly call him a good man. He can't even keep this city under control. You pathetic, civilized people are slowly succumbing to the hands of us, criminals." The Joker smiled.

Anger took over my body and said the words for me, "You'll die before I ever follow you."

I felt the Joker's strong hands push my body hard onto the brick wall behind me and he quickly moved both hands on throat. Looking into his eyes made me nervous, upset, hurt and confused. For a second, part of him looked human, almost as if he was in pain and the masked he painted on was hiding the true him. His eyes were filled me madness, annoyance and the worst of all, lust.

"Let me go" I struggled to choke the words out of my throat.

"Don't worry "The Joker said completely ignoring my plea, "I'll make sure that you'll want to die first."

He continued to stare at me, gripping my throat even tighter as I struggled to breathe. I could feel my body's lack of oxygen as I placed my hands on The Jokers, trying to loosen his grip. His hands slowly released my neck and I swallowed as much air as I could to even out my breathing, but was still struggling. The Joker stood there still looking at me, his usual smile was now a frown and his arms were down on his side.

He was looking at me…….empathetically.

He quickly turned around to face his goons, "You and You" he pointed to Ronnie and a tall, but toned goon named Gage, "watch her."

The Joker turned his head to me, "I'll see you soon." He smiled.

With that The Joker and the rest of the goons disappeared in the brick building. Whether I was lucky to stay or not, I wouldn't find out till later.

"Let's go." Ronnie demanded as she grabbed my arm and threw me in the passenger side of the van.

Gage was the driver and I was uncomfortably sitting in the middle of both him and Ronnie. They both began to talk about how cool they thought the Joker's plans where, which they still didn't tell me.

I couldn't stop thinking about ways to escape, the only real problem was how I would get out of the van. The alley we were in led to the busy Gotham street road which was surprisingly clear right now. I could make out a few people dressed in dark blue uniforms walking buy, carrying chairs and other objects.

"What's going on?" I said as I continued to peer past the alley way.

"Like the Joker said, the Mayor is going to" Gage said as he made a knife to throat charade.

"No really." I said sarcastically. The Joker was awfully good at finding complete morons to be his goons, but then again what Harvard Graduate would want to join his team?

"There is some stupid public memorial for the dead police guy and that judge in about an hour on that street in front of us. Mistah J has a brilliant plan of disrupting it too." Ronnie smiled as she twirled a piece of her dark hair.

Ronnie's satisfaction with the Joker made me want to gag; her ability to like this psycho was beyond me.

Or maybe she was drunk twenty-four seven.

"Someone needs to shoot him." I mumbled.

Ronnie turned to me in disgust, "What?"

"What?" I played dumb. I never got why girls like her acted that way. I had a ton of girls like that in high school, the ones who played tough, who either did it to feel better about them or because that's what their parents taught them, hatred, no love at all.

"Someone needs to shoot who? The Joker?" Ronnie asked defensively.

"Well ninety-nine percent of Gotham's problems are because of him." I replied.

Ronnie glared, "I'd like to shoot you first."

"Please do." I calmly said. I knew my reality of my hostage situation, I was both going to die or live, and my life radar gun was pointing to death.

Ronnie let out an annoyed sigh as she looked out the window.

I heard Gage let out a big laugh as I looked over at him. He was too busy reading the comic section of the newspaper to notice our bickering.

Time seemed to quickly pass and I noticed the streets in front of us filling up more. Civilians were lined up on the sidewalks as they watched in silence the parade of Gotham socialites, Police, Law workers, and others carry flags.

This would be the perfect time for my escape, but how?

I noticed just a few feet away from the sidewalk was a large green, rusty dumpster.

That's it.

A small, unnoticeable smile crept onto my face as I grew more excited about my escape plan, it was simple.

I quickly clutched my stomach and put a hand over my mouth, "I think I'm going to throw up."

"Not on me!" Ronnie said.

"Why are you such a problem?" Gage asked as he opened his car door, "come on," he motioned for me to get out.

With my hand still covering my mouth, I nodded and scooted my way out of the car and into the fresh air of Gotham.

"Stay here." Gage demanded to Ronnie.

"Like I'd babysit her." She spat back.

I started walking over to the dumpster, trying my best to make it look that I was truly sick.

"Hurry up!" Gage yelled at me.

"As you wish" I mumbled to myself, peering closer and closer to the dumpster.

I lifted up the dumpster lid as best as I could with one arm and put my head a few inches in. I needed to stall a little bit of time, I needed Gage and Ronnie to grow bored of watching me "throw up" and find something else to consume them with.

I looked over at Ronnie who picking at her nails and completely ignoring my existence. My eyes moved over to Gage, who must have the attention span of a gold fish, because he was now outside the van reading the comics once again.

I slowly moved the lid back down to its place on the dumpster, trying to carefully to not make a sound. Once it reached its settlement I gave one quick glance at both occupied Ronnie and Gage and ran to the street.

"Hey!" I could faintly here Gage shout.

"Excuse me" I said as I pushed my way through the crowd, I wanted to go right up in the front, where I spotted blue uniforms which meant the Gotham Police – and also my father.

I continued to push through until I heard a gunshot fire from up front which startled me. I stopped running and looked up at the stage; I could see my father sitting behind a podium with the Mayor, Harvey Dent and a few others.

I regained my attention started running again, making my way through until the view of my father became closer and closer.

"Ready, Aim, Fire" I heard a deep voiced yell from the right of me.

I saw my father's face turn from sympathy to panic.

More gun shots were shot off.

He quickly got out of his chair and tackled the mayor down to the stage floor.

"DAD!" I screamed at the top of my lungs when my mind discovered the reality.

My father was lying lifeless on the stage. His glasses and tie were now to the side of him, a police officer was checking to see if he was even conscious. The crowd dispersed as everyone frantically ran off into different directions.

My entire body grew numb; tears began to poor from my face as I ran over to him.

"DAD!" I screamed again as the tears were now spilling down my face.

My mind and body felt dead, the scene around me was surreal and all a blur.

I wasn't too far from where he was lying when a police officer in a dark blue uniform grabbed me from behind and pulled me away from the scene.

"Dad" I cried as I began to kick and pry my way out of the unexpected officer's arms.

I was being taken away from the painful, heart breaking scene, but I somehow couldn't keep my eyes off of my father.

In the back of my mind a little piece of me hoped that each time I'd look my father would sit back up and tell his fellow officers that he was ok.

But each time I was left disappointed and faced with the reality that my father was in fact dead.

*Another note; I'd appreciate if you write in the review section what you'd like to see more of in the story! I have a lot of ideas that I'm debating about and I'd love to hear from you!