A/N: Hey Guys, Here's the Next chapter. Sorry if it stinks, im sick and i just wanted to get another chapter out before school starts up again. If you dont like it IM SORRY :[.

Also Im thinking of Having a title change, here are the options. Chasing Darkness; The Poisonous Dreamland; A Chaotic Wonderland; and last but not least; Unable to Stay, Unwilling to Leave.

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And finally I twist my heart round again, so that the bad is on the outside and the good is on the inside, and keep on trying to find a way of becoming what I would so like to be, and could be, if there weren't any other people living in the world.

- Anne Frank

The pain in my head had diminished, allowing me to fully open my eyes and take in my surroundings.

I was lying on an old beaten up couch, that smelled like ash. And there was a large dusty quilt thrown over me. Lazily, I pushed the thick quilt off of me, onto the floor, thankful to be relieved of the heat the blanket held. Feeling a cool breeze blow across me, I looked down at myself.

Instead of the bloodied gown I had been wearing earlier, I was dressed in something very different. On my legs were a pair of black skinny jeans that fit almost perfectly. They were paired with a light purple tank top and a neon green, studded belt. I reminded myself of a miniature Joker.

But what bothered me the most was the fact that I hadn't dressed myself in this outfit.

Suddenly paranoid, and a little angry, I stretched, getting ready to get up and freak out on somebody, but stopped mid stretch when the mumbling voices grew louder.

They started off quiet but grew louder the closer they became.

" Boss, how exactly do you plan to get this bat outta hiding?" A man said. I recognized the voice as the man from the other night, who I assumed to be second in command.

" That-ah doesn't really matter now does it. It will, uh, happen when it happens." I heard the Joker say, as he lightly smacked his goon.

They were only feet away from the back of the couch now, and I could see the tops of their heads. Joker seemed to be a few inches shorter then his goon but I'm sure he didn't even notice.

The Joker turned then, and I laid as flat as I could on the lumpy couch. From what I could see, he was just staring at the back of the couch, not even moving, then I heard him give a throaty chuckle.

Very casually, he walked around the side of the couch and smiled wildly when he saw me staring at him with narrowed eyes.

" Good morning princess," he said, emphasizing the last word in a mocking fashion. I knew what he was trying to do. He was trying to get under my skin and make me lose focus, but I refused to do so.

" How did I get into these clothes," I said sharply. He only laughed it off, so I continued.

" I'm serious, how-" He cut me off, his voice almost a growl.

" And that's the problem, sweetheart. Always so serious, never stopping to, uh, smell the roses." he finished his little rant with a giggle. But before I could respond he lunged at me. Landing on top of me, with me stuck in between his legs.

I began to protest but in a flash, he had the cold metal blade of his knife pressed against my lips.

" Shh, Shh." he said soothingly as he stared intently at me. A look of deep concentration etched into his painted face. It wasn't until now that I had really looked at him.

He was still in his signature ensemble, of course. But it was missing his oversized purple coat. leaving him only in his Blue button up shirt, and green vest, which hugged him amazingly. Accentuating his perfect body.

I wanted so bad to reach out and grab his shirt, and pull him closer, but then I thought better. This was exactly what he wanted. He wanted me to give in, to break. This was, after all, just another one of his games.

But instead of hearing some sort of chuckle come from him because of my blatantly obvious staring, he asked me a strange question.

" Do you lie?" he said, his voice just above a whisper. And for once, his eyes held nothing but sheer curiosity. He had moved his knife away from my lips, but now it was placed against the bare skin above my chest.

Confused on how to respond, I simply said, " Why, do you?"

Chuckling once, he answered, a bit louder this time. "No, I'm askin', if you lie."

His voice took on a serious tone and I thought for a moment. Part of me wanted to lie, but another part of me wanted to spill my guts out in a heart felt confession. But I knew neither would be good.

Looking away from his dark, brown eyes, I responded. ""Honesty is not synonymous with truth." And I meant that answer, but obviously, The Joker found it humorous.

He was in a fit of laughter, but not one that made him sound evil, actually it sounded kind of endearing. It sounded sweet. But his laughing caused him to shake, digging the knife into my skin, causing a bleeding cut to form.

Wincing slightly, I pushed his hand away but he was to absorbed in his laughter to notice. After a few more giggles escaped his Cheshire cat mouth, he spoke.

" Ya... you lie."

Slightly annoyed I countered, " What does this have to do with anything? Maybe I lie, maybe I don't. What's it to you?"

Feigning innocence, his hands flew to his mouth in fake shock. " How dare you say something so ubsurd? Maybe I just care about ya peaches." His giggles began to fill my ears again. Exasperated, I covered them with my hands.

" Or maybe," he said, pulling my hands away roughly, pinning them by my sides. " I know that you've been through something. Something that has changed you. And you live every day like its your, uh, last, hoping it really is because you cant forget. And ever since then it has left you empty, hollow, lifeless. Like me. A shell of your former self. Always trying to pay your penance-" Tears had sprouted into to my eyes and I angrily shook them away.

" That's enough. We're done talking about this. You don't know me and I don't know you, and we are not having this discussion." My voice shook slightly, but anger filled every syllable.

Why was he so interested in my past? No, why did he know so much about my past? I didn't like it. Nobody, except for myself and Bruce, knew about any of the events leading up to my return to Gotham. Not even the Police. And I thought it would stay that way, I mean, it had already been a year..

I was shaking my head vigorously when a laughing Joker grabbed my chin and held it tightly. Leaning into my ear, he spoke huskily, " No one forgets the truth, darling. They just get better at lying. Remember that." His hot breath tickled the back of my neck, and I squirmed in his grip from both anger, and pleasure? But I didn't have enough time to think.

His scarred lips pressed themselves against mine bruisingly, and to my surprise, I let them. Well, not necessarily, because at first, I tried pushing him away with my only free hand. Not doing any damage, and I really didn't want to. Pushing him away quickly became the last thing on my mind as our lips worked magic together.

Soon, the kiss deepened, and I was using my now, free hands, to pull him closer. His hands were placed at the small of my back, and at the side of my face, as he pulled me closer to him as well. All my thoughts were centered on him. His scarred cheeks brushing against mine. His tongue tracing my bottom lip flawlessly. And his perfect chest pressed up tight against me..

After, what seemed like such a short time, the kiss broke and we were both left gasping for breath. But that didn't even last for long.

Our lips found each others again, and this time the Joker began sliding his warm, soft hands under my shirt. Before I knew what was happening, my shirt was off and was thrown onto the carpeted floor. That was when I started unbuttoning his green vest.

Our lips separated but his lips never let my skin. They made there way down to my neck, and up by my ear, until I had gotten his vest off. Now our lips were working together, and I parted mine as I began unbuttoning his blue shirt. That was when a man, only a few feet away, cleared his throat loudly.

The kiss broke and the Joker growled angrily. Pulling a gun from behind the couch pillow, he quickly cocked it and pulled the trigger. The shot echoed throughout the entire house, and everything went silent.

The Joker was sitting up now, still on top of me, so I sat up a little more, seeing the dead man lying on the ground. The shot hit him square in the head, and blood was pooling around him.

Now that the kiss had broken, I began thinking clearly. What had I just done?

The Joker had gotten off of me and had begun buttoning his shirt and vest back up. He wasn't looking at me. This gave me some time to think.

I just kissed, no, I just made out with the Joker, and if we hadn't been interrupted it would have gone further. This was exactly what he wanted, and on some level, it was what I wanted too.

Disgusted with myself, I started moving off the couch to pick up my shirt but was pushed back into the couch forcefully by the Joker. Silently, he picked up my shirt and was about to toss it to me when he stopped. Looking down at the shirt, then to me, his lips curved into an eerie smile.

Laughing like a mad scientist, he brought the shirt to his face and inhaled, before slicing his knife straight through it. Leaving it a tattered mess.

Still giggling, he threw the used-to-be shirt at me and strolled off. I watched as he skipped happily towards the door before stopping.

" And to, uh, answer your question, my sweet Snow White. I changed you into that lovely outfit you are currently, or well were wearing. He he. See ya later princess." With that he walked through the only door in the room and locked it.

" At least he had the decency to tell me," I mumbled to myself, and suddenly felt crazy for thinking he was being decent. Another one of his tricks.

Finally alone, I took one look at the shirt and threw it to the ground. It wasn't even a shirt anymore.

I was left in nothing but some pants and a bra. If one of his goons came in they would be pleasantly surprised.

Shaking away any thought of peeping tom's, I got up and paced back and forth across the dirty carpeted floor. That kiss was something I wasn't expecting, but it was strangely something I welcomed. Was I going crazy? Or was this some hidden part of me I had pushed so far down that I even forgot I had it myself.

No. I could never forget that part of me. I could never forget the things I had done, and the ways I had acted. But sometimes, like now, it felt good to be reminded. It felt good to know what I was capable of..

Sighing, I walked over to the couch and sat myself into it.

The Joker was beyond confusing. So I had no idea what that kiss meant. Not only what it meant for him, but what it meant for me. I mean, I loved it, but I hated it. He was a mass murdering, crazy fuck. But he was a damn good kisser. And deep down, I really kind of had a feeling I was one of the only people who understood his psychotic logic.

Not only did I understand his twisted mind, but I felt like some part of me, if not already believed in it, used to believe in it.

Suddenly, a part of the nightmare I had, popped into my head, making me think differently about the events that just occurred.

Embrace the Darkness

And you know what, I think I might.

What am I getting myself into?

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There fellow readers, sorry if its a suck fest, and im sorry if u didnt like the whole 'Interaction' between Annabelle and Mr. J but it was necessary to really get these things in motion. I Hope nobody thinks im going to fast with it. Anyway this chapter was fun to write but not my best, im sick after all :[

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