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The songs used in this chapter are Stumble And Pain by Joseph Arthur and The Feel Good Drag by Anberlin. Enjoy!

The cold water being splashed on my face really woke me up. I shut off the faucet and searched around this bathroom for a towel. Oh, there it was, hanging on a rack two feet away. For some strange reason, the Joker had basic amenities like running water and electricity in this old manor, although I'm pretty sure the towels aren't clean. The one I had was covered with nice little stains of black, red, and white make up.

I stared at my reflection in the mirror, pointing out to myself the flaws that needed fixing. Most of my makeup had worn off with sleep and bawling my eyes out yesterday, leaving only shiny skin and slightly smudged mascara. My hair was limp and wavy from sleeping, not much I could do there.

I undressed out of my clothes and pulled on the dress, zipping up the side to conform to my shape. It had a pretty good fit, but it the hem was too long. I strapped on the high heels and once again looked at myself in the mirror. Questions ran through my mind such as why am I here and what does the Joker have planned for me that involves formal attire?

I took a deep breath and left the bathroom, into the dimly-lit hallway and down the grand staircase, my heart racing. I was about ready to pass out.

When I reached the bottom of the stairs to the foyer, a group of goons passed by. Once I saw their faces, I was able to put names to them. Bob, Sparky, and Joe stared at me with curiosity, as if to see how much I've changed over the last five years. Standing there in a sparkly evening gown, I've never felt so self-conscious in my life.

A door towards the right opened, and Jack waltzed into the foyer. His hair was slicked back and he wore a black suit. The goons quickly scurried out, as if it was a silent demand.

He strutted towards me and circled me like a hawk eyeing it's prey, hungrily licking his lips. Okay, now I feel even more self-conscious.

"My, my. You look beautiful," he said. Well, I certainly didn't feel it.

"Come with me," he spoke into my ear, his hot breath tickling it. He slipped an arm around my waist and pushed me forward with him.

He led me to a set of double doors and kicked one open, revealing a large, elaborate ballroom with twinkling chandeliers and frescoes painted on the ceiling.

He grabbed my hand and pulled me to the middle of the floor. "Do you know how to ballroom dance?" he asked.

"No," I replied. "There isn't even any music."

But that didn't stop him from sweeping me into a dance, and I almost lost my balance in the process.

"What the fuck are you doing?" I sharply asked.

"Dancing," he said with a grin.

We danced in the antique ballroom without any musical accompaniment. Fucking weird. Then Jack dipped me so low that I almost tumbled to the floor. I clutched onto his arm as hard as I could.

"Don't worry," he said with a mischievous smirk. "I won't let you go."

"Is there any reason why I'm wearing this dress?" I asked when he pulled me back up.

He shrugged. "I just wanted to see what you look like all dressed up. And you didn't disappoint." He grinned.

I looked away.

He lifted up my chin to face him. "You know, I don't think I've ever seen you smile. I think you should, you probably have a beautiful smile."

"You've never given me a reason to smile," I said.

He laughed out loud like a madman and pointed to his face. "This face haunting your thoughts and dreams isn't enough?"

"What are you trying to say?"

"I'm trying to say that you need to give me a chance."

I looked away to avoid his eyes. "Jack, you can't ask that of me."

He looked as if he thought I was kidding. "Oh Georgie, you and I both know that you're madly in love with me!"

He was right.

"You murdered my boyfriend." I suddenly grew angry.

"So I see you found out."

I was the one who found his body. How the hell do you expect me to forgive you for that?!"

His grip on me tightened. "Didn't I tell you that I'd take care of the boyfriend issue?"

"I don't get you. Where do you think you get off doing all of this?"

"What's the matter, George? Am I not good enough for you? I'm sorry that I wasn't born rich like Bruce Wayne."

"Are you kidding me? Me and him are nothing. Like it's any of your business anyways."

Jack stopped dancing and grabbed my arms roughly. "It is my business, dear. Let's not forget that you belong to me. You're mine."

I tried to shift out of his grip. "I don't belong to anyone, especially you. You've caused me enough pain for one lifetime."

Howling with laughter, he turned towards the door and took me with him. "You call it pain because you're naive. I call it affection because that's what it is. And you're gonna stay here until you finally see it."

He dragged me back to the room where earlier, I slept. He pushed me inside.

"Ya wanna know why I do what I do?" he said as he inched closer to me. Cue the suspenseful music.

I backed away, but it did nothing. His fist came into contact with my cheek, and it was much more painful than I remembered.

"Because I can." He laughed at his own terrible joke. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go put on my make up." He turned to make his way to the door. "Oh, and don't even think about running away. 'Cause I'll find ya. I always do!" The door slammed shut behind him.

Outside the House, Far Away

Commissioner Gordon looked stressed out as he anticipated the best time to infiltrate the property. But of course he was tense and restless, his daughter was taken by the Joker. Again. The one thing this father feared the most.

The police officers and SWAT teams moved around behind the bend in front of the driveway, in a place where they couldn't be seen from the house. But that wasn't what caught his attention.

The Batman appeared out of nowhere. He was hard to see in the darkness of the night.

"What's the situation, Commissioner?" he spoke in his gruff voice.

A pair of young officers whispered to each other, in disbelief that they were witnessing Batman himself for the first time.

Gordon looked over at them, but turned his attention to Batman. "We think she's in there. But we don't know when to go in."

"I'll go in." He turned to leave, but Gordon's voice stopped him.

"Wait! You don't know where she is, or where he is."

"There's no time to wait. I'm getting your daughter back." Batman turned and ran to the back of the house, the best place not to be seen.

Gordon faced the SWAT team, who was ready for action. "Go in there and back him up!" he exclaimed.

The Bat flicked on the sonar switch on his mask, which enabled him to peer through a wall in a building in order to see what's going on in there. In this case, he had to find George and he had to be sure that the Joker wasn't anywhere near her.

In a room on the second floor, Batman saw a woman with long hair and wearing a dress sitting on a bed, her back facing the windows. That had to be her, so he made his move.

George's POV

It had been sometime since the Joker threw me in here like a broken toy. But I didn't know exactly how long. There was no clock in here. It felt like hours, though.

I sat on the bed, slouched over, picking at my nails when I heard something hit the wall outside. I didn't think much of it, it was probably just a bat. But then the window behind me shattered. I practically jumped five feet in the air and shot up off the bed. Oh my God, it was bat. And he walked towards me, crunching broken glass under his feet.

"Oh thank God, you're here!" I said, out of breath.

"We have to leave now before the Joker gets here," said, keeping his cool. "Come with me."

I followed him to the window.

He wrapped an arm around me and from his free hand, shot a thin cable and the base hit the wall. So that was were that sound came from.

"Hold on," he said, then he jumped out, suspended only by the cable.

It wasn't a very high jump, so we landed on our feet when we reached the ground. Batman grabbed my hand and started to run.

"Your father and the police are waiting around the bend. We have to get there now!"

"Wait!" I stopped him at the side of the house. My back touched the wall and I grabbed his arms, forcing him to come closer to me. "This is long overdue." Then, my lips pressed onto his.