Disclaimer; I own nothing except for Amy. DC own's Jonathon and The Joker D:

A/N: Hellooo! =D How you people doing to today? Fine I hope.... Hmmm.... I had a bit of a writers block while typing this up, so expect.... lsdkfh (Yeah, that. Jumble-ness.... ess. O_O

Can you believe thjat The Dark Knight is out on DVD and BlueRay(is that how you spell it?)!? I'm currently trying to buy it, but my parents keep stopping me .o I think they got it for me for Christmas.... LOL.

Oh, and enjoy.

And maybe reveiw.

That'd be AWESOME.

UPDATE: Hey peoples! Just wanted to let you know that I made this chapter more.... interesting? and not just a straight cut off. I mean, that wasn't cool! So yes, enjoy this lightly edited version of it. Aaaand, Jon is going to have his part soon, his point of veiw on what Jack's started and about Amy and shizzz.

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As Jack drank some of his libations, Jon sat glaring at the bottle he had been given. In his state, he knew instantly he would be drunk within the next bottle or two. So... he just glared at the bottle, with disappointment.

"Ahhhh, don't it feel nice out in this chilly weather?" Jack stated, giggling. "It's such goodweather to drink. Don'cha think Jooony boy?"

"Stop calling me that." The dark haired man said quietly. "It's Jonathon, not Jonny Boy or anything else you can think of Jack."

"Testy, testy." He took a swig of the Jack Daniels he held. "Ahhh, goody, good, good whiskey."

Setting the can down, Jon looked over at the oh, so obvious psychotic mastermind. Frowning, he couldn't help but wonder once again on how Amy could stand the man.

"Now, let's get huh- ome, dear lah- ittle stray. We mustn't keep Amy a- waiting!"

And so, Jon followed Jack back to the penthouse, where the booze was hidden in a (not so) secret fridge.

And erm... yeahhh thats how it all happened when Amy slept.

Sooo... I guess... back to Amy? Yeah? Yeahhh.

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Staring blankly at the TV, I wonder on what I had just witnessed.

Had I just seen Jack in that weird, twisted clown get up?

Yeah. I really think I did and he had some guy tied up in a chair. Blinking, I stay in my spot on the couch, frozen in confusion and fear.

What the fuck? Did he really do what I think he did?

"Jon?" I call out. "Jon, were you just watching the news right?"

"Unfortunately, yes." A sigh. A curse. "I can't believe he'd go all out for Gotham's Dark Knight."

I turn around, eyebrows drawn together. "What do you mean...?"

Jon rolls his beautiful baby blues. "Batman? You heard him rant the other week, said he was going to go and show Gotham a new class of criminal and such... Show Batman up or something of the likes."

"Huh... and I missed this how?"

"I'm not sure. Your blond though, that could be a reason..."

I shot him a glare, before turning my attention back to the news. The news woman, her entire face looking distressed, was babbling on how Jack/ the Joker was... and suddenly I was tuning it out as quickly as I had listened in. Rolling my eyes I turned the TV off and got up. My confusion and fear had slipped away as I suddenly thought of food.

Mmmm.

I liked food.

Especially when it was good and edible.

Rushing to the cabinets, I opened the one dedicated to all of the sugary goodness that we had collected. Cap'n Crunch and Froot Loops instantly stuck out to me. Tapping my chin, I then took the Froot Loops and settled myself on the counter. Opening the box, and then the bag, I dug in.

Oh look, a toy!I grin and pull out a decoder ring. Oh jeez, how awesome was this!? You never saw these things anymore! Putting the plastic ring on, I then giggled, showing it off to a non- existent crowd.

Someone snorts from besides me. Jumping lightly, I look over and Jon is leaning on the counter, a rather amused look on his pale face.

"What would you do if you had a real ring on that finger?" he asks, looking down on the decoder ring.

If he's going to pull some physcology crap on me.... "Hmm...." I start to fiddle with plastic toy, spinning it. "Well, I'm not sure what I would do, but I know if it was a really nice ring I'd be afraid to wear it 'cause I'd probably lose it, you know? But if it was a simple ring, like a silver band I'd wear it." I look over at him curiously. "Why do you ask anyway?"

"Oh nothing really," he straightens himself up. "Just curious." and then walks off.

Shrugging I jump from the counter and go to the bathroom. I shy away from the mirror and then just sit on the toilet (lid down you fools! LID DOWN.) and stare into space.

There's been nothing to do here at the penthouse since Jack has been doing his... activities. I still didn't understand as to why he had started doing what he did. It was just a complete mystery to me and just made a me a tad sick when I thought about it (after all, sometimes he came home with blood splattered on his jacket and or shirt).

Sighing, I stood up again and then made my way back out of the bathroom and into the dining room.... That was currently being made into a studio (why, you ask? I have no idea...) and sat at one of the strange green chairs. I looked at a painting that had never been finished. I wasn't sure on who had started it, but all I knew was that what was done on the canvas was exceptionally beautiful and..... well.... it was a bit off, but damn it was something to look at.

I never once tried to touch it.

Maybe Jon had started it. Or even Jack before he left and started to wear that weird suit again.

Leaning back, I then just stared at the painting even longer and then fell asleep.

Now that was my first mistake that night.