Chapter 13: The Morning After
Dimitri found himself once more sitting next to Gordon's desk. The Joker had kidnapped Hannah for the second time and it was mainly his fault. He blamed himself for not doing more to stop her from protecting him.
It was about one in the morning now. Dimitri had been there all night and he was exhausted. He was interrogated about what had happened and then kept there in case they had further questions. His tuxedo was a mess now and he had bags under his eyes.
The young man was now waiting for Gordon to come back from talking to one of his officers. Dimitri leaned back in the wooden chair he was sitting and closed his eyes. He almost fell asleep when he heard a noise behind him. The sound made him jump up from the chair and spin around. He let out a gasp as he saw that Batman was standing before him.
"You!" Dimitri exclaimed with anger. "I thought you would help but you just let that mad man take her. Because of you he took her again! Why didn't you do anything?!"
"Dimitri," the caped crusader growled. "I'm sorry for not stopping the Joker yesterday. But if I had made a move, he would have killed her right there."
"And who's to say he hasn't killed her already," Dimitri said dejectedly as he sat back down in his chair. The dark knight watched him in silence. "She was scared, you know? Terrified of what he would do to her if he got a hold of her again. And now she's back with him. I fear for her."
Dimitri sighed and ran his hand through his hair. He turned around to look at Batman and pleaded, "Please find her. Please bring her home. She doesn't deserve this. So please. Bring her back." The silent savior of Gotham only nodded and then disappeared into the shadows.
As she woke up, Hannah realized that the sheets had been draped over her. She felt the cotton cloth as she slowly sat up, wincing as her wounds throbbed. The cool air of the morning made her realized she was still naked. She quickly covered herself with the sheets as she relived last night. A shiver shot down her spine at the memory.
Hannah felt like an empty shell. Her body ached all over from the Joker's attack last night. But not just from the beating. After being kicked and nearly choked to death, she was raped.
The Joker had pinned her to his bed and cut her clothes to pieces while she was still wearing them. Hannah had lost count of how many times his knife had nicked her bare skin, drawing blood.
At first she tried to escape from him but the clown threatened to slit her throat if she tried it again. Despite her whole body being in pain, she still did not want to die. So she tried to distract herself from her situation, thinking of Dimitri, her parents, etc. Anything to take her mind off the present. But she couldn't help but take notice as the Joker forced himself inside her.
The unfortunate girl received no mercy from him. He was rough, a savage. It hurt as her virginity painfully disappeared. She wanted to escape but knew that she couldn't. All she could do was lay there and let the Joker have his way. The one comfort she did have was that she did not have to look at him as he committed his cruel and sadistic crime.
Hannah couldn't remember when she had fallen asleep. The last thing she did remember was that the Joker had finished and then gone off to take a shower. She had curled into a ball, closed her eyes and cried, hoping the pain and feeling of disgust would disappear. As she remembered this, tears began rolled down her cheeks again.
Suddenly, the door to the hallway opened and the Joker strolled into the room. "Ah, you're awake," he chimed, sounding in high spirits. Hannah trembled has she listened to him approach.
As the clown got closer, he noticed her tears and that her body was shaking. "No need to be scared now, Hannah. After last night, I'm in a much better mood. And I'm sure you've learned to not piss me off again, since now you know the consequences."
He reached forward and stroked her cheek. Hannah shied away from his touch, a new wave of shivers running through her. The Joker rolled his eyes and sighed. Why do they always do that? He looked at Hannah with an irritated expression. Then he had a sudden thought.
"You know what?" the Joker said as he jumped up from the bed. "I think what you need is a fresh start to the morning. And what's better than a shower! Come on." He pulled Hannah out from under the sheets. She desperately tried to cover herself up but the clown only laughed at her. "Its no use, Hannah. I've seen it all already." Hannah blushed scarlet as she was dragged into the bathroom.
Thankfully, the Joker let her shower alone as he went to get her some clothes to wear. Hannah showered as fast as possible even though she was in no mood to do anything. Her body ached and the bruises and cuts stung as the water and soap washed over her skin.
Hannah quickly wrapped a towel around her as the Joker strolled in and tossed her some clothes. The ensemble that the clown had picked out consisted of a light blue button up shirt, a white undershirt, dark blue pants, a belt, and a pair of white socks. But no undergarments. Her's had been cut to pieces the previous night and so she would have to do without.
With her captor watching her, Hannah slipped the outfit on as quickly as possible, not wanting to be naked before him any longer. From the sheer size of the pieces of clothing, she could tell that they were some of the Joker's own clothes. The sleeves went past her hands; her feet were consumed by the pants so that you couldn't see the socks. She looked like she had drunk some of the shrinking potion from Alice in Wonderland. The belt was a happy addition to hold up the pants.
Despite the large size of the clothing, Hannah felt exposed with the lack of underwear. It felt so strange without them. But she dared not to ask the Joker for some. Not after what happened last night.
Once she was dressed, the Joker grabbed her by the arm and started to drag her behind him. Hannah gave a small yelp as he roughly pressed on her bruises and cuts in his firm grip. The clown took no notice and continued to pull her along behind him.