Woah! Sorry for the terrible lack of updates! Writers block kicked in and apparently consumed me for oh… two months :( But thank you to the "Making of the Batman Video Game" that's currently on TV writing now for reminding me to write this chapter. I promise no more long delays. Thanks again to all you AWESOME readers and reviewers. Upcoming chapters are going to be WAAAAY more action packed and better than this filler.

Wayne Penthouse

"I haven't found her yet and now her father is dead. What good is Batman if he can't even save one girl?" Bruce's voice grew more distressed as he thought about the situation.

"Perhaps, you're just looking in the wrong places, sir. Maybe if you thought more of in the Jokers mindset, you'd find her." Alfred reassured Bruce.

Bruce gave a slight smile, "I don't think looking for good places to torture and kill innocent people is a good mindset for me to be in. Though I wouldn't mind killing him…"

"It may take a little more time and luck, but I know you'll find her. Both of your paths must cross at some point." Alfred said as he carefully placed a crystal wine glass back on the sterling silver tray.

Bruce slowly put on his black coat as he looked out towards the city, "What I don't get is why he's kept her alive for so long. I hope it's not because of her father, the Joker will dispose of her now."

Somewhere; Samantha's POV

I didn't even know what room I was in or how I even got there. The bed was soft, but I felt the uttermost discomfort in the room, I hated every little thing in it. My eyes lay upon the TV that was on the news channel, replaying the events of earlier and about my father. The dictionary couldn't even describe how I felt, though it seemed like I was in the middle of being dead and alive. I could feel the anger rise in me each time I thought about my innocent dad laying lifeless. I wanted to cry, I wanted to scream, I finally snapped, just like how the Joker wanted me to be all along. I honestly didn't care about making it out of here alive anymore, I was tempted to beg the Joker to just get rid of me now, before I did it myself. My father was there for me, from the time my parents left me at his work desk everyday to the day I was kidnapped. I picked up the remote control that laid next to me and threw it as hard as I could against the wall across for me, watching it shatter into little pieces. My eyes quickly darted from the pieces over to the TV, where the news was showing new footage that I missed before.

"We are sure it's him, he planned the attack for the Mayor but Jim Gordon…" The Police on the TV began to say as the news rolled some footage. It showed a man in a police uniform quickly shooting towards the stage. The main was pale, with scars on his face and not an inch of makeup was found.

I shook my head, it all made complete sense now. I was too oblivious in my state of depression to put the facts together. The Joker killed my father; though he intentionally meant to kill the Mayor I knew the Joker felt no remorse right now. He was the police officer in the dark blue to pull me away from the scene, he was the one that shot and killed me dad.

I felt unbelievably livid. I was so incredibly mad that I felt like the Hulk, angry but so angry that you're brave enough to say screw it to everything and take it out on the man that deserves it.

I quickly got up from the bed and rushed over to the bedroom door, yanking it open. I stepped into the unfamiliar hallway, listening for voices that would give away where this Joker man would be.

Left.

My feet began to walk as fast as they could towards the end of the hall, where I saw the Joker and his goons spread out in a living room. The Jokers back was towards me, but I could tell that he was watching the Gotham News Channel. His goons were cleaning weapons, restocking them, or eating.

"You" My voice growled out.

The Joker quickly turned around to face me; a smile grew on his face, "Aw! Well look who could join us!"

I felt all my emotions start to control me, "You enjoy killing people don't you? You're so messed up and crazy that killing innocent people is a game to you. You think you're proving something? Well you're not and I can't wait for that day when you finally die."

The Jokers smile was now gone and a serious face took over, "You and everybody else in this city are controlled by me. You can deny it all you want prin-cess, but face it, I keep this city from wandering alone at night, one look at me and you all run away scared or beg on your knees. I control you."

I walked a little more towards him, I felt like a completely new person, I felt so much more bravery than I ever have that being in front of the infamous Joker didn't scare me one bit.

"At least this city has each other; nobody wants you or anything to do with you. You're all alone." I felt myself uncontrollably spit out.

I could see anger in the Jokers dark eyes as he slowly stepped closer to me. His goons followed his same movements and circled around us. I could see Ronnie out of the corner of my left eye, I was still shocked to see that the Joker still had her alive after she and his other goon watched me escape.

The Jokers face quickly was replaced by a smile, "You're just as alone as me. Remember your father?"

Livid, numb, upset, and furious were just a few emotions that now were fully kicked in and ready to destroy. I felt my hands for into fists, I let go of rationally thinking and anger now possessed me.

"Don't you dare talk about me father"

"You see," The Joker cleared his throat, "I really didn't know that Gordon was your father until today, so in my defensive, I could have killed your dad years ago and still wouldn't have known he was your dad. I was just doing my job and your dad got in my way."

I felt tears rolling down from my blue eyes and onto my hot face as I quickly searched for something, anything that I could use at this moment. I noticed to the left of me, only a few feet away, a glass vase. Without thinking I quickly grabbed it and threw it in the direction of the Joker, only missing him by a few inches and watching the crystal glass shatter against the wall.

"I HATE YOU!" I yelled as loud as I could, completely losing myself and possibly my sanity.

"YOU DESERVE TO DIE! I WILL KILL YOU!" I continued to scream as the Joker looked just as livid as I did.

I could feel two people grabbing my arms from behind me and start to drag me back down the hall.

"I HATE EVERYTHING ABOUT YOU!" I yelled this time as loud as I ever have before. I tried struggling out of my handlers grip; I wanted to kill him right then and there. My hair was sticking to me face from the tears that were falling and my voice began to shake.

I was continued to be dragged down the hall as I watched the Jokers face stare me down. I could tell he was livid, upset, annoyed, frustrated….and another emotion that I couldn't pinpoint, it looked as if he was hurt.