Ah!! So many readers! So many great reviews! I love you all. (Sorry if I misspell any of these. I sorta jotted them down in my terrible scribbly-cursive.)
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(And a note on the Tokyo, China thing... that was supposed to make it seem as Bruce wasn't ACTUALLY going on vacation. He needed to think of something... fast. And he made a mistake xD silly Bruce!)

I took a deep breath and reached for the big brass doorknob. I was pacing on the porch of Jack's mansion. Of course I was going to go in, but how was I going to handle the situation? Polite? Angry? Upset? Thankful? I had no idea. I wasn't an actress, but I didn't have any idea what I was even feeling. Time to play it by ear.

After taking a very deep breath, I reached out and opened the door. Jack hadn't heard me. I found him in the living room with the dogs. He was reading the paper and had some sort of drink beside him. I cleared my throat and knocked a few times on the wall.

"Crystal," Jack exclaimed "Crystal." He dropped his newspaper and walked to me, staring at me in astonishment. "You came back." He stood before me, smiling and shaking his head. "I can't believe it's you."

With all of my force, I slapped him across the cheek. Words didn't need to be spoken. I just stared at him angrily. He looked hurt and surprised. He shouldn't have. He had this coming and deserved it one hundred percent.

"He hasn't come back," Jack said, looking down at the floor. "Not since the day you left."

"I didn't leave. You threw me out on the street after threatening to either kill or rape me."

"I didn't throw you out on the street, Crystal, it was the Joker and you know it. You know we're two different people. Don't act like you don't know that. Besides, it probably saved your life." Jack still looked at the floor.

"Saved me," I laughed sarcastically. "The Joker was going to stab me, drop me off of the roof, or was going to rape me. I refused all of them, made him angry, and he yelled at me and went into this rage and yelled at me to leave! Where did I go? Out on the streets, where the bad guys are trying to kidnap me and kill me. Do you really think they takes nights and weekends off?" By now I wasn't playing nice.

"That bastard," he whispered. Finally he looked up at me. Seeing how angry I was must have upset him. "What're you going to do, then? Leave again? Fine!" He turned to walk away. Waving his hand at me, he called over his shoulder, "Bye-bye, then. Good luck."

I grabbed him by the shoulders, turned him around, and threw him up against the wall. He pulled my body up against his. How was I going to knock any sense into him like this?

"What do you want with me, Jack?" I spat through my teeth. "Do you want me to stay or go? Either way, I'll be fine. You know where I was? I was at Bruce Wayne's mansion. He took me in like a daughter. Why am I here, you may ask? Because I chose to leave. Unlike some people, he didn't throw me out!"

"Well then go to damn Bruce Wayne's house, then!" Jack half yelled. His face was pink and he didn't look happy at all. This was surely the alcohol. Jack would have never yelled at me as such, even when he was angry.

"I hate you," I whispered. My breath was heavy and fast.

"Then why did you come back? I never told you to come back." Jack growled. "You're not a prisoner. You do what you want. You came here by yourself." He stared at me with a scowl on his face. "Are you here to mock me? To rub this in my face?"

"Rub what in your face? The fact that the Joker almost killed me, or that, I, I don't know, what?" I shook my head in extreme confusion. "What am I trying to rub in your face?"

"You've been sleeping with the richest man in the city. What, did he pay you? How much?" Jack's lip was twitching. "Was he good, Crystal? I bet you kissed him because he didn't have ugly scars on his face like these!" He pointed as his scars and then stared at me. His chest was heaving.

"You never wanted to kiss me," I growled. "I truly, honestly, sincerely hate you," I spat, trying to pull away. "Let go of me!" I screamed, kicking at him childishly. Tears were forming in my eyes.

"Where are you going to go?" he yelled. "You're going to get yourself killed out there. Do you plan on walking to Wayne Manor? Are you going back to him?"

I couldn't help but give him credit. We fought like each other; we were both viciously sarcastic and nasty.

"Maybe I will," I said, trying to focus on his face. We were too close. I couldn't make out his features.

Then suddenly, in a moment of anger and confusion, we were passionately kissing. I dug my fingernails into his back. He held my waist too tightly. I couldn't help but think to myself that I couldn't even feel the scars at his mouth. We kissed each other hard, but it was somehow still pleasant. Anger. Lust. Passion. Realizing that I was still furious with him, I bit his lip and pulled away. "Get off of me!"

Jack's lip bled a little. "You're the one pinning me against the wall." He stared at me. The anger was leaving his face. He put his hand on the back of my head, pulled me in, and kissed me. When he pulled away, I heard him swallow and exhale. He was looking at the ground.

I backed away and leaned against the opposite wall. This was confusing. This wasn't supposed to happen. I didn't know what to think. Everything was confusing now, and nothing could ever be the way it was. Between shallow breaths, I muttered, "I hate you."

"Then leave." He looked up at me and took a deep breath. The sorrow just dripped from his face. "I said you're not a prisoner. Do what you want. Go to Wayne's. Go home. Go find your mother." He shrugged and walked away, towards his bedroom.

"I'm not following you in there," I called in frustration. "You want angry sex, but you're not getting anything!" I stomped my foot on the floor and pouted. At least, I hoped he wanted angry sex, because I sure did after what had just happened.