Here's Chapter 11 guy's! Sorry it's shorter than the other's...but it was kind of meant to be because Nova's break out and Joker's...retrieval of her are probably gonna be fairly long chapters. Still...I think you should enjoy this one nonetheless! So please Read and Review! Also if you want to read some original stuff by me, please check out my Tumblr. Just type in eviesrosegarden into the search bar and you will find my story blog! Thanks guys!

WARNINGS: Contains EXTREME violence and female character abuse. (Let's be real it's a Joker fic...you knew there would be violence) (And in this chapter some mention of sexual abuse)


Joker

Chapter 11

The headlines that girl had made were everywhere. I could not be anymore proud of her for getting a name for herself so fast…but I also couldn't be more pissed that she ACTUALLY went through with it! I knew that she had planned to get into Arkham…but it wasn't impenetrable! I had escaped numerous times to know! And now…she was on the inside, but not in such a way that she would be able to, actually, locate my Queen. So what did that mean for me? That meant I would have to waste resources to get her ass out. Of course, it wouldn't be completely fruitless…there were always benefits to hosting a mass breakout…I would have plenty of new potential to replace the goons that Nova had killed during the Galla.

"Boss," Johnny said coming into the office where I sat twirling a bloody knife in my hand. "I got her location…they put her in…well…your old cell…"

I smiled and laughed. How wonderfully ironic…it was like they were setting her up to get out on her own. Well…hopefully Arkham made it more of a challenge…because I wasn't going to rescue Nova right away. This was a learning experience for her…she got herself into Arkham, she was going to have to find a way to get herself out. Of course…I wouldn't be too far to jump in if things got too rough for my little girl…but otherwise, I would try to be as distant as possible. She had been the one that wanted to do this on her own. She wanted to fight with the big boys…now she was going to get to.

"That's just great," I said twirling the knife on my index finger. "Well…let's not be too hasty when it comes to getting her…she needs to learn after all…"

"Yes sir."

"I still want constant reports on her Johnny," I said pointing the knife at him. "Can't let them rough off my investment too much…can we?"

"You got it boss."

I whistled to myself and turned my chair around so that I was facing a large window that overlooked Gotham City. The knife I had in my hands had been recovered by one of my men from the museum. I knew it was Nova's because I had given it to her for combat training with Harley. It had her initials crudely scratched into the handle…the blood on it…however…was not hers…and given that Batman had been the only one in direct contact with her…I was left to assume it was his. I planned to framed it…because it was proof that Batman was nothing more than a man…a man that bled…and that also meant that he was a man that could die.

This news had made my year. Of course most assumed that Batman was just a man, but very few had the proof. And here I held it in my hands…the Batman's blood…and my little girl had been the one to take it from him. I was so filled with pride…that I could barely stand it! I needed to shoot someone in her honor. Still whistling, I left the desk and began making my way down to the night club. I had no meetings today…and I had closed the club until further notice. This place was not to open until my family was back together…but that didn't mean I didn't keep a couple girls around for my own amusement as well as for the men. Had to keep morale high after losing so many of them last night, after all. I took my usual seat and ordered a drink.

It was amazing to think that in less then a year I had an heir to my legacy and the girl was NOT a disappointment in the slightest. Harley seriously owed me one…because for years she had wanted a baby…and out of the blue I was not only able to get her one, but I also expedited years of the annoying baby making process and got us straight to the benefits of it. We had a child that was dedicated, smart, and just as crazy as we were. If I didn't know better I would swear she was mine by more than just blind devotion.

I sipped from my glass and made a face…ugh…someone needed to teach one of those bitches how to make a drink. This was watered down to shit. I splashed it on the girl that had brought it to me and sent her off to make it again. She went off and I scrolled through some of the old text message from Nova that I had sent over the previous day.

'Hi daddy…where are you? I miss you :*'

'Daddy tonight's the big night. Don't wait up for me…wherever you are'

That was the last message I had from her and I admittedly found myself tempted to text her back…but then I remembered that I had her phone. She had left it in the van so the authorities couldn't use it to track me. Smart kid…I would have had to kill her if she had led cops right to my doorstep.

Taking a deep breath I threw the phone on the sofa opposite of me. This was getting to be ridiculous…I didn't need her or Harley to run this empire. I was fine on my own for the next couple of weeks…what was the worst that could happen? I would forget to fucking sort the laundry? Please. There were plenty of women here that could serve as temporary replacements until I chose to break Nova out or find Harley.

I would be fine…

—Time Skip—

I had taken every single knife and gun I owned and was laying on the living room floor watching the ceiling with them surrounding me in their cold, metallic, embrace. I had shot three men on my way upstairs…just to feel something for a couple of minutes. But I was left severely disappointed. No joy. No anger. It was just like popping a red paint filled balloon. I mean the explosion was funny…but it was short lived. I needed something far more lasting than that.

I heard the door to my office open and I sat up, aiming my gun at whoever decided to interrupt my private time.

"Wow…" I heard someone exclaim as I discharge a bullet into the wooden doorframe. "It's me boss!"

"You don't think I know that?" I hissed. "I thought I asked not to be disturbed, Johnny!"

"I understand that Boss…but you also told me to let you know if anything happens to Nova?"

"….and?"

"Well…it's complicated, boss," he said taking a seat not far from me. "She has a Dr. Richard Sullivan looking after her…but…he's doing more than taking care of her mental health."

"Johnny," I hissed. "Johnny, Johnny, Johnny…if you don't get to the point I think I may just fucking kill you."

"He's assaulting her boss…or has started to. We got a guy on the inside that managed to hack us into the cameras…I caught some of it…"

I sat up, squeezing the gun in my hand so hard that it accidentally fired into the floor. I threw it down and ran my hands through my hair. The anger that I had lost while Harley and Nova was gone…was back…and fuck it was back with a vengeance. I didn't give a shit what doctors did to other patients…or what thugs did to each other…but Nova and Harley were MINE. Some old fuck thinking he had a right to her…to force himself on her…now that was something I could not condone.

"Boss-

-show me the tape." I said standing up.

"I don't know if that's a good-

-SHOW ME THE FUCKING TAPE!" I roared sending a knife into the wall beside him. "NOW!"

I watched as Johnny scampered out of the room and I followed after him, retrieving my gun and Nova's knife from the floor. I put the blood stained blade into my pocket and holstered my gun. I followed Johnny to our security room as he opened up a laptop and began pulling up video file after file of Nova's room. I sat down and gently touched the screen of the computer as I saw her staring up at a clock that was quickly ticking through the time lapsed video. She had a white set of scrubs on and her hair was pulled back into one of those stupid french braids Harley had taught her. All in all…she looked pretty healthy.

I sat there for a good five minutes watching through her day in the Asylum. Then as the video shifted to her in her bed I saw the door to her cell open. The person who slipped in was, who I assumed to be, the good doctor. I clenched my fists around the wood of the desk and watched as he positioned his disgusting self on top of Nova's sleeping form. I squeezed the desk harder, causing my nails to dig into it and splinter the wood, as I saw Nova's body squirm and thrash under her attacker.

My hands trembled and I felt my chest heave up and down as the video continued on and on…for five- time-lapsed -minutes…and then, just like that he disappeared. I watched Nova turn over onto her side, curl up into a ball, and rock herself back and forth. I could see her shoulder's shaking, I knew she was crying…and although I didn't mind her tears when I was the cause of them…this made my organs melt inside of me.

So…this Dr. Sullivan thought it was fun to abuse his young patient…MY daughter…well…I would make sure I had just as much fun destroying his pathetic, little, world right in front of not only himself…but his loved ones as well. You wanted to hurt my family, doc? Well…I'd return the favor tenfold.

"Boss…-

-bring the car around, Johnny." I said darkly. "We're going for a drive."


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