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I jolt up out of my unconscious state. Everything is blinding shock white. I'm unable to move. I'm not even sure what day it is, or if its day or night. How long have I been out? Damn I sure have to pee. I blink my eyes a few times until they partially come into focus. I'm on a hospital bed, in a small room. There isn't much in the room, save for a trash can, a medical tray, the bed, the light and me. The light over me is so bright it makes my eyes sting. I notice I have an IV in my right arm, and worse, I'm completely strapped down to the bed. I try kicking my legs and the bed rocks slightly but there is no way I can get loose. My arms are tightly bound to the bed as well and I even have a strap around my neck. All my clothes are still on but my shoes are off. I realize I still have my ring on and sigh a little, I was afraid I might have lost it.
"Hello?" I call out, my voice is rough and dry. "IS ANYONE THERE!!!!" I scream out at the top of my lungs. Just then the door near my feet comes flying open. A tall woman comes thru the door, dressed in a long black robe. Her eyes are piercing and deep black. "Who…who're you?" I say to her when she's walking towards me.
"My name is Morgan. And how are we feeling?" It's the same woman that was there when I was laying on the ground. Her voice is sarcastic and she really could care less how I feel. She briefly checks my IV and then walks around behind my head. I hear a drawer open and a few bottles clinking.
"Where…where am I? What's going on?" I say trying to stretch my neck around to look at her.
She comes back around into my line of view and she's filling a needle with something out of a bottle.
"You're at the Joker's house…" She smirks as she says it as if its some inside joke. "And I'm giving you something to…keep you calm." She says taking the needle out of the bottle and squeezing some of the eerie black liquid out.
"No…please don't…I have to go to the bathroom…please let me go to the bathroom…" I whimper out as she walks over to my right arm and unhooks the IV tube to give me the shot.
"Quiet or I'll shove this needle in a place you won't like." She snaps at me as she places the needled into the tube.
"STOP IT!!! PLEASE STOP IT!!! YOU'RE HURTING ME!!!"I start screaming and thrashing making it impossible for her to get the needle in.
"Hold STILL you little BITCH!!" She's snarling at me and trying to hold me still, digging her nails into me and trying to slap my face.
"What did you just call her?" The Joker's sinister voice comes floating in from the pitch black hallway.
Morgan immediately lets me go and drops the needle and bottle on the floor. "She won't let me give her the drugs…you told me to come down here the second she woke up and give her a shot. I can't get her to…" She's obviously frightened.
He cuts her off. "SHUT UP!" His yell is deep, like a growl and makes both Morgan and I jerk. "If I EVER catch you manhandling heragain," He slowly steps in giving Morgan a look that I pray he never gives me. His eyes are like froze black ice, his face is contorted into a sneer. "I'll gut you slowly, skin you, and hang it from my walls."
"I'm…sorry…" Morgan stutters as she tries to get away from him. He quickly raises his hand and she shrinks down, but he just points behind him.
"Get out of here NOW." He snarls at her barring his teeth.
She doesn't hesitate and bolts by him to prevent him from changing his mind. His eyes slowly track down to me and his eyes soften only slightly. Then he looks at the floor, rolls his eyes and bends over to pick up the needle. "Can't rely on anyone these days…gotta do everything yourself…don't we…" He breaths out as he picks the needle and bottle up and forcefully throws it into the garbage. I flinch when he walks around my head and I hear that same drawer open up and the clinking bottles. He comes back around with a filled needle and takes my right arm up in his massive gloved hand.
"Wait…" I squeak out and he snaps his eyes up to mine. "I…I have to go to the bathroom…and I'm really thirsty and hungry…please let me up…I swear I won't run or do anything."
I'm trying to work my charms on him but for some reason its failing. Or it seems to be. He sighs and smacks his lips loudly. "I uh have to give you this first…I will let you up right after this settles into your system." He gently sticks the needle into the IV tube and squeezes the medicine in. I let out a soft shriek as the medicine tears and burns its way thru my veins, writing around in agony as he's watching me.
"It…it hurts!...It burns!!" I call out trying not to scream.
"Shh shh shh." He says reaching up and brushing my hair out of my face. "It will only hurt for a few seconds."
The pain stops after a few seconds, and I stop writhing. My head starts spinning a little, and everything takes on a fuzzy glow. I feel all warm and tired. I don't even think I could walk if I tried now. "What…what was that…" I drawl out.
"Oh just a special little uh mixture…to keep you from hurting anyone or trying to escape." His hand is slowly caressing the top of my head.
"I…I have to eat…I have…hypoglycemia…I really have to pee…please…" I'm starting to slur my words.
"I know…" He says staring at me.
He's obviously distracted by something. His eyes snap back into focus and he starts releasing me from my straps. I can hear him humming a little tune as he works and I close my eyes. The last strap he takes off is the one over my neck. For a moment there is silence, then I feel him slide his arm under my back and gently lift me up. I push on him and open my eyes and slide off the bed. When my legs hit the ground my knees buckle.
"Whoa, easy." He breaths out as he slips his strong arm under my right arm and around my back.
He lifts me straight up and I wobble right into him and look straight up at him. My hands instinctively come up to rest on his chest, and his instinctively wrap around me. It catches him by surprise that I'm looking up into his face without a trace of fear. He cocks his head to the side and looks down at my left hand and smirks. I don't even jump when he reaches up to run his finger across the ring that he gave me. He looks back to my face and smiles dropping his hand back around me, but not his normal insane smile. A genuine proud smile. We stand there for what seems like an eternity just looking at each other. You'd think it'd be awkward, but it isn't. Not even in the slightest. His eyes are so prismatic. Every so often brilliant green and blue sparks dance across them as if there's electricity flow behind them. If you look at them closely they are deep, dark, rich chocolate brown-not black. Usually people with eyes this dark are emotionally unreadable, but within his extremely expressive eyes every tiny emotional change is visible. His lips are full, warm and soft looking. The scars on the sides of his face actually make his mouth look more sensual than it already is if that's even possible. His face is truly beautiful in all sense of the word. For a fleeting moment, I can see the man that lies beneath the makeup. I can tell he's studying my face as well. I could of stayed like this forever, but my eyes flitter and almost shut and he moves me to the side of him. He takes a step forward and my legs follow.
We walk out into the hallway and I try to look around to see where I am. A long hallway is spread out in front of me with numerous metal doors on either side. Each of them have a small double plated glass window in it. The hallway is dark, made of smooth cut white stones and the air is thick and musty. There are hanging fluorescent lights from the ceiling which is also made of stone. Only two of the ten that line this hallway are lit. He leads me down until we come to the giant metal door at the other end of the hallway and opens it. The cooler air rushes in hitting me in the face. It leads to a upwards flight of very dark stairs. I must have been in the basement. I slowly try to push myself up the stairs wobbling all the way. We finally reach the top of the stairs and there is another giant metal door, but this one has a keypad lit up on the right side. He reaches up and puts in a code. His fingers move to fast for me to catch the numbers. The door clicks, and he pushes it open to complete darkness. I'm not even sure how he can see thru it. The air change is dramatic, I can tell this area is air conditioned. I can also smell a faint bleach smell as if this area was just cleaned. He pushes on forward and I cling tighter to him because I haven't a clue where we are or where we are going.
We stop and he opens a door in front of us. A mixture of daylight and artificial light comes streaming in causing my eyes to sting again. When we step thru the door, I gasp. Laid out before me is what looks like a grand ballroom. The ceilings must be thirty feet high at the least. The walls are decorated with ornate fixtures of angels and cherubs. The floor and walls are made out of smooth white marble. Giant windows line the walls every few feet on the right side of the room, and there are giant crimson red drapes cascading down the sides of them spilling on to the floor. Strangely enough, there is no furniture of any kind. For some reason, I really don't want to walk into this room. When his feet step forward I hesitate pulling on him slightly.
"No…" I mumble out as he yanks on me.
When I refuse to move again, he quickly bends down and catches me up behind my knees, knocks me flat into his arms and curls me into him. I reach up and wrap my arms around his neck and pull myself as close as I can to him and bury my head sideways into him. For the rest of the trip thru the castle, I keep my eyes closed. Mostly because I'm heavily drugged making it extremely hard to concentrate or even stay conscious.
I let out a soft moan when he finally sets me down. He keeps his hands on me only for a moment and then steps back. My eyes come open slowly, and I almost let out a shriek. I'm in his cool, dark bedroom again. I notice that there are windows in here, but they are covered up by heavy royal purple drapes.
"Where…where are we?" I slur out.
"In my bedroom…" he whispers from behind me.
"Why…"
"Because this is where I put all your things from your hotel room. And I have my own uh private bathroom." He walks around the front of me, and my heart skips a few beats.
"How did you know that I was in a hotel or where I was? And you live in this grand castle, why can't I have my own room?" I slur out blinking trying to make sense of all this.
"Oh it was easy to track you once you let your uh guard down in that roller rink…and besides…" He flutters his eyes and sniffs. "Your scent is unmistakable." He partially growls that last part which makes my stomach flutter slightly.
"But…why can't I have my own room?" I protest.
His eyes darken slightly, and he takes a deliberate step towards me. "So I can keep a close eye on you…" that crazy Joker voice is out in full force. His eyes snap back away from me and he motions with his hand towards a doorway near the bed. "The bathroom is right there…go uh do what you need to do….I will be waiting here when you get out." He says flopping up onto his bed, throwing his arms behind his head and sprawling out.
"Aren't you afraid I might escape out a window?" I say taking a step towards the bathroom.
He smirks and closes his eyes. "With the shot I gave you…I uh highly doubt you'll try that." He's right, it seems the faster I move the closer to passing out I get.
I keep a close watch on him as I tip toe by the bed so he doesn't spring up and jump on me. I walk into the bathroom and quickly close the door gently behind me and turn around. Laid out in front of me, is an enormous bathroom. Way bigger than the one I had in Wayne Manor. The entire bathroom is shock white and made from marble. The shower is off to my right behind a wall that has the top portion made from frosted glass, and the bottom is made from the same marble that runs thru the entire room. There is a huge drain hole in the middle of the shower area. The toilet is almost hidden in the back corner of the room, right near the front of the shower wall. The sink is directly in front of me, with a giant mirror resting above it on the wall. Round lights line the mirror, and there is a giant chandelier hanging from the ceiling. There are counters lining the walls near the sink, and are littered with various bottles, tubes and jars. Over to my left behind the door is a giant marble Jacuzzi, with a large faucet near the front of it. There is a closet directly in front of the Jacuzzi, and I slowly walk over to open it. Inside there are towels of various colors, and more bottles and jars. I pull out a light pink towel and walk over to the shower and peek in. There's a window that runs along inside the shower, allowing light to spill in everywhere. There is recessed shelf that runs along under the window, and its filled with bath products. My eyebrows come together and I walk in to the shower area. I bend down and closely inspect the bottles. John Fredia Brilliant Blonde Moisturizing Shampoo and conditioner….well how in the hell…and there's a purple poof in here with a tag still on it…and Caress evenly gorgeous exfoliating bar soap….and a Shick Quatro ladies razor…I'm mouthing the words to myself, as I'm staring at them in disbelief.
I hear someone softly clear their throat behind me and I jerk to the side, not quite able to jump like I normally do. The beating of my heart causes me to wobble a little and I see stars. The Joker is standing in the doorway to the shower smirking. I don't even dare ask how he knew what type of soap and other stuff I use.
"Haven't you ever heard of knocking? What if I was naked in here?" I can feel my eyes flittering against my will.
His face explodes into a giant toothy grin, and his eyes shimmer. My face gets beat red as I realize that's what he was aiming for, the pervert. He shakes his eyebrows at me and winks.
"Um…can I take a shower now?" I slur out putting a hand on my hip.
"I don't know….can you?" He slowly licks his lips at me. I raise my eyebrows up at him as if to say uh hello get out of here so I can. He waves his hand in the air and closes his eyes for a second smacking his lips. "Well don't let me stop you…go right ahead." He lowers his head and gives me that look. I throw my head to the side and purse my lips at him and he chokes back a fit of giggles. "Alright alright…I'm going." He turns around to leave then peeks his head back around the wall at me.
"Do you mind?" My feisty nature is showing thru even in my drugged state. My words only cause him to giggly wildly and walk out of the bathroom and close the door behind me. I roll my eyes. Oh great….now I have to worry about him peeking in here at me the whole time.
The shower goes off without incident. When I shut the water off, I cautiously peek around the wall to make sure he isn't standing there waiting. Satisfied that he isn't waiting to spring out at me, I walk out slowly and grab my towel from the sink counter. I dry myself off and begin drying my hair. When I try to rustle the towel thru my hair, my head spins. Now I'm understanding why he gave me that shot…the faster I move and the more my blood pumps the weaker I get. So if I try to run or fight….I'll pass out I bet. Wonderful.
Upon closer inspection of the items on the sink counters, I notice that he has the same powder and deodorant that I use. I put that on and wrap my towel back around me. I see that there is a toothbrush that looks exactly like mine at home in its package, and the same toothpaste I use sitting out. I brush my teeth and then look around and spot a yellow comb. I reach down, pick it up and begin combing out my hair. I happen to look down and notice there are tubes of white makeup, and a tub of black cream, and a tube of red lipstick. I have all I can do to choke back the giggles. He wears lipstick…When I'm done combing my hair, I walk over to the door biting my lip. I'm only in a towel here…he's out there…My mind starts racing and I get dizzy and weak. The shot must work for too much emotional distress as well. The shot made me all dopey, tired and weak, and the more I move the worse it becomes.
My heart is pounding when I finally work up the courage to turn the knob and open the door. The door swings inward towards me so he could very easily be standing right outside the door and scare the life out of me. The room ahead of me is dark, foreboding. I shakily walk out into it, and to my relief he's just sprawled out on the bed. I can't see if he's awake, and the door to the room is a crack open. When my heart skidders faster at the fleeting thought of running wildly down the hall, I almost loose my legs and have to hold the wall so I don't fall. Oh you're such a sneaky bastard. When my eyes come back into focus, I look over to the bed and he has rolled slightly to look at me. He's smiling at me, knowing full well why I look so pale, flushed and ready to loose consciousness.
"Now you know why I wasn't worried about you uh trying to escape…" His arrogant attitude is going to land him a fat lip.
"Go to hell…" I whisper out trying to clear the stars that are still sparking in my eyes.
"We're a feisty little thing aren't we?" He says slipping off the bed to his feet. The smile is easy to hear in his voice even though my eyes aren't in focus. When I hear him walking towards me I move away from the wall and start backing up. My eyes are getting dimmer, and its starting to frighten me. He finally steps in front of me seemingly out of no where and I immediately fall into a defensive crouch with both fists up and ready. "Wooo gonna hit me?" his taunting is really starting to irritate me. "You know…you look so cute when you're uh all wet…" he takes a step towards me and I jump back. When I do, I wobble and start to fall but quickly recover. "I'd uh take it easy if I were you…" he says stepping towards me.
"Get….get away from me…" I say putting my left hand out as if to stop him. I can barely make out his face thru this drugged haze. When he doesn't comply and takes another step forward, I try to do what I did laying on the ground when he had shot me with a tranquilizer dart. I feel the energy surge but unfortunately so does the drugs that are in my system, and I gasp and everything goes black. I come to seconds later and I'm in his arms and he's looking down at me. I can't even open my mouth to scream I'm so shocked that he actually caught me.
"I told you to uh take it easy…" he whispers at me. "If you stay very calm, that won't happen." He says lifting me back up and setting me down.
"Where are my clothes…" I say slowly making my way over to the bed trying to stay out of his reach.
"There are some of your things from the hotel over uh there," He points to an enormous open door on the other side of the room, which I assume is a closet. "And I also have an entire uh wardrobe in there for you…" I don't even notice he's snuck up behind me. "that I picked out myself…" his voice in my ear makes me jerk and my head spin. I scurry a few steps away from him and turn around to face him. He has this strange look on his face, and a hauntingly familiar devilish smile. My memory flashes to him in a black tuxedo, with his hair fluffed out around his face, smiling at me….slowly taking his clothes off. I shake my head to try and clear it.
I love you so much…you're so fuckin beautiful….I want to take you right here and now…I need to…I've been so patient…I waited for you…
"What did you just say?" I blink my eyes confused and am quite flustered. I can see the internal struggle in his eyes.
His face is equally confused. "I didn't say anything…" he says smacking his lips.
"But I…I could of swore…" I look down at the floor. My eyes jerk back up when he steps directly in front of me and I gasp unable to move. His eyes are piercing.
"What did you hear?" he whispers looking back and forth into my eyes, as if trying to read my thoughts.
"I…I don't really know…" I stutter.
He slowly runs his tongue along his lips. "I think you need another dose before we eat…" He whispers raising both his eyebrows at me.
"But I just had one…" The conversation we are having is a rouse for what is really being said between us. He knows I heard his thoughts, he knows that I know that he knows I heard them. "I'm going to get dressed…" I say pointing over my shoulder and feebly attempting to smile at him. I've never smiled at him before and it causes him to snap his body slightly in surprise.
I turn from him and start walking towards the closet. I'm trying to ignore his burning gaze in my back, and his confused racing thoughts. The closet is pitch black, and I'm running my hand along the walls trying to find a switch. From my right side I hear a click, then the room I'm in is bathed in light from above. I jump when I realize the Joker had come up behind me that quietly clicking the light on. His eyes are wild, crazy. I really have no idea what's causing him to act like this. Does he really need a reason…he's the Joker remember. My internal joke to myself makes my mouth curl up slightly, and I bite my lip trying to chase the smile away. There is nothing funny about this situation right now. I'm standing in a closet, naked, wearing nothing but a towel, with the Joker standing less than three feet in front of me gawking at me, he probably has more knives on him than the Culinary Institute of America does, and a few bombs…maybe a gun or two…This makes my mouth curl more until my face creases up into a smile and I'm biting my cheeks to try and get it to go away, but its not working. Me and my sick sense of humor….no wonder I love him so much…we have the same twisted sense of what's funny. In a way that draws me closer to him.
"Did I miss a joke?" he says to me blinking his eyes, confused.
"Um…no…" I say trying to not laugh at him. I have no idea why everything is so funny right now. Maybe it's the drugs.
"Then what is so uh funny?" He says dropping his head to look at me. Ut oh…serious face. Now my eyes start watering because I'm trying to choke back wild laughter. "Well?" his voice is getting louder. Ut oh daddy is starting to yell. I have to muffle back a laugh at that one.
"Nothing…are you the only one that can laugh for no good reason?" I say looking at him still trying to choke back the giggles and the tears in my eyes.
He gives me this look and rolls his eyes and walks out of the closet and mutters 'women' under his breath. I turn around away from him and try to compose myself. Rolling my eyes up I look around at the closet for the first time. I'm taken by surprise at the size of it. It goes on for what seems like a mile. There are more clothes in here than I've ever seen in my entire life. I slowly walk thru them, running my hand down them. Most of them are men's clothes, but I finally find that one half of this closet is woman's clothing. This must be the clothes he was talking about. There is also a walk in area to the right, with drawers all along the bottom portion, and three mirrors that lay on top of the drawers so that you can get a view of yourself from all angles. I turn the lights on and open the top left drawer and I almost shriek. Inside, are girls underwear. In every color, every style, every fabric. All by Victoria's Secret. I close it and open the second drawer under it, and it's the same thing. The first two rows of drawers are filled with girls underwear. The second and third row makes me blush badly. All bra's, my size too, in every fabric and color as well. The fourth and fifth row are socks and nylons. I have never seen so many types of socks and nylons in my life. Regular old white ones, pink ones, blue ones, fuzzy ones, hunting socks, you name it, it was in here. When I open the top drawer of the sixth row I actually do let out a loud shriek quickly slamming it shut. I see movement out of the corner of my eye in the mirror and my head snaps up and when I see him standing there I whip around staring wildly at him.
"You…you can't be serious…" I finally manage after a few seconds of silence.
His toothy grin tells me he's indeed serious. I swallow hard, and a shudder goes down my back. "But…" He just shakes his head yes slowly at me and shakes his eyebrows. Oh God… "I'm…no…I can't…"
"Only for me…I uh don't want anyone seeing you in those….I'd have to pluck some eyeballs out." His tone indicates he would too.
In that drawer, are packages of edible underwear, bras, garter belts, and other various edible clothing. I don't even want to open the three drawers under it for fear of what might be in there waiting for me. Kinky bastard. He giggles and walks back out of the closet area leaving me to get dressed. I reach in and grab out a pair of pink cotton panties, matching pink bra, and then grab some white socks. I quickly slip them on and throw the towel back around me. I walk out and run my hand down the clothes. I settle on a pair of dark jean shorts and a white tank top that has a giant butterfly across the chest and is intricately decorated with little gemstones. I go back to the mirrors and check myself out, deciding I look ok. When I come out of the closet and click the light off, he's no where to be seen. I make my way into the bathroom again, and reach down to get into the pocket of my other pants to get my little brush to shove in my pocket. I walk back out into the bedroom with my dirty clothes pile in my hands. I still don't see him. The door to the room is open a crack still and I'm eyeing it slowly. If I move slow, and don't get excited….maybe…just maybe…I slowly walk towards the open door. I peer out of it, and can see that there is a giant hallway spread out in front of me. The walls are cream colored and the floors are a deep cherry wood color, with a thick purple runner carpet down the entire length of the hallway. I inhale sharply, my mind starts racing. I back away from the sight, it stirred up something in my memory. Or is this a vision of the future? My heart starts racing. My body tingles.
'I love you Laiss…I'll always be here for you….I will never leave you…I will never cheat on you….I will never break your heart…I'm your Jack….forever…'
I don't even notice that there are tears are streaking down my face. Or that he has slipped up inches behind me. I can still hear his voice echoing…I can see flashes of a wedding… of flying in the clouds…of us walking on a beach….of us rolling around in the sand kissing…of his eyes filled with tears as he's down on his knees kissing my belly holding me around the waist…of a three year old girl with wild blond curly hair, bright green eyes, looking up at me saying 'mommy look at the kitty!!!' with a smile on her face that could light up the entire world…like her father…I start convulsing at this last vision…my knees buckle…and I feel two strong arms catch me as I'm falling in seeming slow motion. I feel my head tip all the way back and my hair spill out around me.
"Laiss??" The Jokers voice is so far away. My legs are going numb. My entire body is going numb. "Laiss!!!" He's screaming now, a million miles away from where I am.
"I love you…Jack…" I whisper out as the life drains out of my body. I don't feel the tear that hits my face, followed by another. Or the heavy breathing as he curls me into him, silently trying to control his sobbing.
"MORGAN!!!!!" He yells at the top of his lungs, and I don't even stir. I'm peacefully at rest, walking along in the valley of the shadow of death.