The Joker's Princess

Chapter 11

Joker's POV

Before the Event

As soon as she stepped out of the limo I wanted to automatically follow her, grab her by the waist and throw her back in. It was the first time she will be out in public since I've taken her, and as much as I hated to admit, I was nervous.

Nervousness was an emotion I was never found of. It made you doubt, and second guess. And I rather be spontaneous. This girl, my soulmate, makes me think too much and I hated it.

But I loved it too.

The night we shared our first kiss, laying beside her, my mind never went to rest. I stayed awake that whole night while she slept in my arms. She was so beautiful and she felt amazing against me. Almost like for once in my life I felt...safe. She's the first person to see me without my make up in such a long time I wasn't sure on how to act. I felt vulnerable with her, but for some reason it felt right.

I slam a fist against my chest and let out a growl. I need to stop these nonsense thoughts. They're too...distracting.

We pulled off behind a back alley across the street from the building. Bruce Wayne, a name I have no feeling towards. He was a man of money and sex, an orphan and someone who could become useful in the near future. My main goal tonight, was Harvey Dent.

Batman.

It had to be him; his white knight and shining armor charade was clearly a cover up for what he really was.

A criminal who thinks he's above the law and a coward behind a mask.

He's no better than the rest of Gotham.

I opened up the laptop that Malcolm had equipped me with and logged into the ear device that my beloved accomplice supported.

"Come on girly, don't let me down," I grumble under my breath.

There was a chance of her trying to make her escape, betraying me in hopes that she could return to her precious life.

My warning was clear; I would find her in the end.

Although the idea of a soulmate had always left a bitter taste in my mouth, the thought of her with someone else made the rusty blood taste like acid.

And not the good kind.

I listened as she made small talk, but she was quiet most of the time.

I became rather bored and my patience was beginning to run thin.

Where is Harvey Dent?! I wanted to yell through the device, but I knew my little princess wouldn't let me down.

I tap against the limo seat, while my other hand played with my switch blade.

Finally, her sweet voice filtered through.

"It would be more fun if my date hadn't bailed on me," She laughs. "Us single girls always need to stick together."

I clenched my fist, oh dear girl you are certainly not single. But I was curious as to where she was going with this.

I listened as she began to question about the other woman's soulmate. Then it dawned on me, this woman must be Harvey's soulmate.

Interesting.

"Well he better hurry up, a beautiful girl like you is bound to be swept off her feet," she finished before I assumed walking away.

I growled deep in my chest. I didn't know whether to be more mad at the fact that Mr. Dent was not there or the fact that Diana called someone else beautiful.

Jealousy infused with anger was never a good combination.

Then my anger began to really boil.

Bruce fucking Wayne was dancing, no...touching my soulmate. My mark burned with rage and I was getting ready to crash the party early.

When the big bad billionaire dropped Diana's name I knew it was time to get the real party started.

"Come on boy, let's get uh crackin'!" I shout with an aggressive cheer as I hopped out of the limo. They poured out of the van, wearing various masks and holding machine guns.

We head straight for the building, bystanders scattering upon seeing us. Once we entered the lobby, my men pointed at the employees and other guest to get down.

They obeyed and I headed straight for the elevator.

As soon as the door opened, the room began to erupt in panic. I saunter out, my eyes scanning the room for two..no three people.

I lifted the gun in my hand and sent a bullet towards the ceiling; screams followed along with debris from the roof.

"Gooood evening ladies and gentlemen," I say in a loud, ringmaster kind of voice. I walked around the room, my eyes not noticing my favorite pair of hazel ones. She must have escaped like I told her to. "We are, tonight's entertainment!" I continue, walking by a table with some shrimp. I grabbed one and threw it into my mouth as if I were a guest there myself. I chewed it aggressively as I approached the crowd.

"I just have one question for ya? Where. Is. Harvey. Dent?"

I moved around the room, looking into the eyes of every fear-filled pupil. I pointed my gun at them, smirking as they flinch away from me.

The power, the fear, it felt good.

I suddenly grab the face of older gentleman and wiggled his flabby cheeks. "Have YOU seen Harvey? I need to talk to him. No?" I push away from the useless man and continued my poking.

"Fine, I'll settle for his love ones," I say as I noticed his father standing off to the side.

When he noticed my advancement, the brave soul tried his best to stand up to me. "Were not intimidated by thugs," the man spats.

The way the man looked, they way he acted, the disgust in his eyes as he looked at me, it reminded me of something I hated more than this disgusting city.

"Ya know," I drawl, pointing a finger at him. "You remind me of my father."

The sudden rage that surged within me caused me to lunge out and grab a hold of his neck and bring my loyal switch blade to his face. "I HATED MY FATHER!" I snarl in his face.

"Okay that's enough!" A strong but timid voice came from behind me.

I pulled away and turned around to lift an eyebrow at the woman. She was average looking but her face reflected a fire that I've only seen one other woman. This must be the girl Diana had been talking to. Harvey's soulmate. The one she called beautiful.

"Why hello there beautiful," I hissed in mockery. I crawled towards her, my switchblade playing in my hand. The closer I got, the more my anger climbed. "You must be Harvey's, squeeze. Soulmates aren't ya?"

Her eyes flashed fear but she stood her ground. "That is none of your business."

I roll my head back and left out a hearty laugh. "Oh yeah sweetheart? Protecting him won't save this city. You'll save more lives if you just uh, hand. Him. Over."

Her glare deepens and she spits at me. "Never!"

I grab her by the arms out of anger and she responds by bringing her knee up to my groin. The pain turns to laughter and I wheeze out a laugh as I sneer back up at her. "You have fight in ya. I like that."

Before I could advance towards her again, a deep voice I've been waiting to here finally invaded the room.

"Then your gonna love me!" I turn in time to see a leather boot come flying towards me. The impact sent me back as the Batman kicked.

I land on the ground with a growl and I glare up to see my thugs each get taken down by the flying rat. I jumped to my feet, watching the man I've been waiting for years. I watched as he fought and waited for the right moment to throw a kick into his face. He fell back but found his footing easily. I kicked my heel and my boot knife shot out. I swiped another kick at him, successfully slicing part of his suit.

But he managed to punch me once more and I fell to the floor. I took this chance to scramble towards a gun that had been discarded. I grabbed it and grabbed Harvey's soulmate, pointing it towards her head.

The Batman stilled and stared at me with a glare. "Put the gun down," his gruff voice ordered me and I let out a giggle.

"Sure, but how about you take off that mask and show us all who you are hm?" I cocked my head before turning and shooting the glass window behind me. This was my chance to escape and this doll face was the key. I push her towards the window, gripping her arm tightly as I lean her out.

"Let her go!" He hisses and it was all too delightful.

I lifted an eyebrow and smirked at him. Licking my lips I left my grip on the woman loosen. "Poor choice of words."

With that I let her go and let her fall out the window. Quickly I dodged out of the way as he came running at me and out the window after her. I took off towards the exit, not looking back nor waiting for any of my surviving men to join me.

I ran down the stairs quickly, finding the hallway that would lead me out the back door and where our escape vehicle would be as well as Diana.

I kicked the back door open with a growl and headed towards the limo. The adrenaline that pulsed through my veins felt good and I couldn't help but let out a hearty laugh.

Once I reached the limo, I threw opened the door. "Hello Princess! Come to daddy!" I say but realized that I was talking to an empty car. I narrowed my eyes and my heart began to beat faster than normal.

I move to open the driver side and glare at the driver. "Where. Is. She?"

He looked at me with fear and he began to pathetically stutter. "S-she never arrived sir."

I didn't listen to another word before using the handgun I still had and putting a bullet through his head. "That little bitch!" I shout before slamming the door closed and putting my fist through the window.

It was then that I noticed the burning soulmark that was letting me know that my soulmate was in trouble. I swallowed thickly, my breathing ragged. She must have been taken.

The sound of sirens pushed me out of my rage fit and I took off into the shadows.

My word still stands, and I will find her, even if it's the last thing I do.

Next Scene

Gotham Police Department

Diana's POV

Thump. Thump. Thump.

The sound of my heartbeat hammered in my ears. I groaned as I stretched my stiff and sore muscles. I tried to swallow but my throat was dry and it burned from the lack of moisture.

My eyes felt like they were sewed shut and I could feel the crust that built up in the corner lids. They seemed to crack as I forced them open to take in the bright light that assaulted my pupils.

I shut them and turned my head sharply, causing me to moan at the soreness in my neck.

"Careful, you've been asleep for a long time," a gentle voice filtered through my pulsing ear drums.

Slowly I opened my eyes once more, careful to allow the light in gently.

"Wha-who are you?" I ask in my scratchy voice. It felt like my throat was stuck together.

Once my eyes finally focused, I took in my surroundings. I was in a small room, laying on a bed with a bright light above me. It looked like a jail cell...oh no!

The events of last night came rushing back like a freight train.

The party...Harvey Dent...Bruce Wayne...the Joker...The Joker!

Oh no, oh no, oh no! He was going to be SO upset with me!

I looked to see a tall man standing by the door. I instantly recognized him as detective James Gordon himself; my stomach flipped as I knew exactly where this was going. "Oh...nevermind. I know who you are," I say tightly, remembering that this man was the one responsible for my soulmate's disturb persona.

His face remained neutral as he walked closer to me. I moved to sit up and it was only then did I realize that I actually had one hand handcuffed to the bed. I stared at it in disbelief before turning to glare at the man. "Is this really necessary?" I snapped.

He raised his hands in defence. "I know you've been through a lot Ms. Frost, but you have to understand that under the circumstances, we must take precautions."

Raising an eyebrow, I challenge him. "What circumstances would that be? I am a kidnapped victim. Not a criminal."

He stops a few feet away from me, reaching into his pocket before pulling out a piece of shiny jewelry. The earring that the Joker had given me glared back at me. "You were using this to communicate with the Joker were you not?"

I gave him a shrug, "I don't know," I lied. "He gave it to me to wear."

"And what were you doing at the fundraiser? Clearly you were not seeking for help," he retorts back strongly, his eyes narrowed.

"Look, the Joker told me he would kill my family if I didn't comply. I had no choice in the matter!" I try desperately, playing the victim was my best bet.

He stares at me for a moment, almost as if he were in an internal argument with himself. Clearing his throat, he reaches up to scratch his mustache. "I see...So you mean to tell me that your connection with your soulmate is nothing more than kidnapper and victim?"

"He's not my soulmate!" I cry out. "I saw the news and they're wrong."

"If that is true, then you must be relieved to know that the Joker is dead. Our men killed him last night."

His words came crashing at me harder than expected and I felt my heart clench agonizingly. "No…" the word slipped out before I could stop it. My emotions began to go crazy and I instinctively reached up to cup my soulmark. Realizing that I still felt the familiar burn, I knew the detective was lying to me.

My emotions turned to anger and my glare deepened at him.

He smirked, obviously pleased with himself. "Now that we got the lies out of the way. I need you to tell me where the Joker is."

"Why would I do that? You are just going to lock him up or kill him."

Letting out a sigh, he kneels down in front of me. "Ms. Frost please. I know he is your soulmate, but he has killed a lot of people. He needs to be brought to justice." His tone has turned from speculating to pleading.

I stared at his face for a moment, trying to figure out how to answer him. "Look, I understand that he's...a criminal. And I would love to help you, but your guess is as good as mine. He never let me see the outside of where he kept me."

"You must know something! Why was he looking for Harvey Dent?" He questions, his tone returning back to harsh.

I bit my lip, this time I was being honest. "He never tells me anything. He keeps me out of the loop. I want to know just as much as you do. But he tells me nothing."

He curses before rising to his feet. He clearly looked frustrated, and although I didn't like this man one bit, I knew he was just doing his job.

"Look, I had nothing to do with the bank nor with anything the Joker has been doing. He saw me, realized were soulmates, took me and locked me in a room. I don't even know what his intentions are, but I am not part of this."

Gordon seemed to accept this for he nodded before turning towards the door. "I'll...get you out of these cuffs and into a more comfortable room. We'll have another meeting in a few hours." With that, he turned and walked out of the cell.

A few minutes later, a guard entered and approached me. He unlocked the cuff and grabbed my arm. "Hey! No need to be so rough!" I cry, pulling my arm back.

He grunts back at me before nugging me out the door.

Exhaling, I could only imagine what the Joker would be doing right now.

ALYALYALY

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