*i have reposted the chapter two times cause there was something wrong with the updates. Nownit should be fine.

I amm soooooo sorry for the long way. I had no inspiration what so ever for the last couple of months. I am better now mentally and so the story line came rushing back to me.

Enjoy

He got out of the van and closed the door behind him. She stayed frozen, looking up at the tall familiar building. It seemed as if she had seen it in one of her dreams before. She opened the door and got out, following him as he walked towards the entranced. He shoved his hand in his pocket and took out a key, unlocking the door and holding it open. He nodded for her to move inside, but didn't look at her. He seemed almost annoyed with her presence.

Mia walked up the stairs as the door behind her closed with a loud thud. He walked in front of her and lead the way upstairs. When they finally reached their destination, he hesitated. He took out another key, and without a word, unlocked the door of an apartment. He move to the side, making way for her to pass and when she did, he closed the door behind them.

She blinked as her eyes tried adjusting in the dark. It was just an apartment. There was the living room in front of her and a corridor to the left leading to the kitchen and the bathroom. Another door to the side was shut, and she assumed it was the bedroom. She wrapped her arms around herself as she shivered with coldness. It was so damp in here and there seemed to be no heating for months. Everything seemed dusty and almost, if she could say it, dead. It was as if the life had been sucked out of that place. But it was just a simple apartment.

"There's no electricity" he suddenly said, getting her out of her trance. "I uh… bought this place when I thought you died. Just as a uh...let's say souvenir of the fun we had"

He said the last part mockingly but she knew he was serious. She turned around to look at him but he paid no attention to her. He had his hands in his pockets with a carefree expression on his face. But she knew he was nervous. He seemed nervous to her at least.

She turned around again and walked slowly to the living room as the floorboards creaked under her steps. She sniffed as the coldness of the room made her nose runny and sat down on the couch, suddenly overwhelmed. She felt a lump forming in her throat but couldn't tell why. This place made her feel a strange sense of security yet it triggered feelings that she hadn't felt since she had woken up. She felt sad and excited all at once. Scared and secured. Lonely and in love.

She didn't like this.

"It's yours. Nice place don't you think?" he suddenly said, drawing her attention to him as he sat on a chair across the room and took out a pack of cigarettes. He lit one up and raised an eyebrow at her.

"Want one?" he said with a smirk. When she shook her head, his smile dropped and he went on smoking his cigarette wordlessly. Mia stared at him, suddenly very aware of the fact that his presence here was expected. He fit right in with the scenery. Her memories of this place were suddenly right around the corner. It was as if she was walking down a street she knew and was about to take the next turn, but she would stop in the middle of the road and move no further. She knew what awaited down the road. She'd been there before. But she just, wouldn't, move.

She sighed and looked at the big balcony door. She got up and moved the heavy beige curtains out of the way to look outside. The view was pretty. So calming to her. It made her think of herself sitting on the balcony with a cigarette in her hand, while resting after work.

She frowned and looked back at him. Maybe that's why he offered her one.

He was looking at her now, his eyes glistening in the darkness. God even without his makeup he was handsome. She smirked to herself at the thought.

Even without his makeup. She thought to herself, realizing how peculiar and odd her thought process was.

"What?" he said as he observed her, catching on to her smirk. She shook her head as if to say nothing when she heard him standing up. She heard the floorboards cricking under his feet as he approached her.

The Joker stood behind the girl in hesitation. His eyes were transfixed on her black hair, gripping the blade in his hand. it was clear to him by now. She was never coming back. Whoever that girl was had no memory of them. Before meeting Mia, he never thought that anyone could wake him up from his emotional emptiness. And when he finally fell in love with her…

Yes. He had fell in love with her. Of course he had. Denying it now was no use. Nobody could hear his thoughts, thankfully. Maybe Richard knew, but he would never tell. So his secret was safe. And after doing what he had to do tonight, there was one less person knowing how he felt.

He felt his muscles twitching in the hand he was holding the knife. She was a liability. And a different person. Not the one he had fallen in love with. And yes she was beautiful she had always been. The most beautiful, pure and kind thing he had ever seen in his life. And she had accepted him once upon a time. He had made her his, and he was hers.

But dwelling on what it was, had no point. She, was gone. Only a shell of her was standing before him. A beautiful shell, but still empty. He had no more time for her. She had to go.

Just make it swift and easy. He told himself as he finally lifted the knife. Slitting her throat, maybe was the fastest way. He should have brought some chloroform to make the pain less. Never mind. It didn't matter now.

Mia stayed frozen, feeling the heat of his body behind her. She fully expected him to wrap his arms around her but he didn't. He was just standing there. She couldn't see his reflection through the glass as it was so dark in the apartment. After a while she realized that he was probably waiting for her to react. And so she did.

She took a small step back just enough to feel his body behind her and let her head fall on his shoulder. She felt him twitch and freeze into place. That was odd. He was barely even breathing. She frowned and blinked furiously, suddenly aware that something was wrong. She wet her lips and reached behind. He found his arms and forced them in front of her to make him to hug her. She started reaching down to his hands when he suddenly pulled back harshly and walked away. Mia turned around just in time to see him put something in his pocket.

He ran a hand through his hair and he could see the muscles on his back twitching under his shirt.

And without hesitation, he strode to the door and left the apartment.

Mia's eyes grew twice in size. She opened the door and got out, hearing his heavy footsteps on the stairs. She ran down after him, unsure of what was happening but terrified of what might happen. She finally reached the last floor just in time to see the headlights of the van turning on.

No.

She got out the building just as he drove away.

She gasped in shock and felt her knees go weak. She slid to the ground as the van took a sharp turn, disappearing into the night.

Her lips were wide open but no air came in or out of her lungs. She felt tears burning her skin as she sat there dumbfounded.

He was gone.

The shockwaves came one after the other as she cried, begging that somehow he would be back. That he would change his mind. That it was all a bad dream and she would wake up in his bed with him at her side asking her if it was another bad dream. And that time she would hug him and kiss him and tell him that she was alright. And that she was so sorry that she had forgotten but that she knew she loved him.

Or better. She would wake up in his bed, knowing all that they were, she would be alive and there would have been no fire, no boat, no coma. Just them.

She cried in her hands, feeling as if she wanted to smash her skull onto the wall. Why couldn't she remember? How was it possible that she felt he loved him but couldn't remember anything? This is what he wanted. He just wanted her to remember.

She stayed there for a good couple of hours. The cold was now unbearable but she couldn't go inside. What if he came back expecting her to be sitting there to prove to him that she wanted him? Maybe this was all a sham. A test. Maybe he would be back. This was what the Joker did right?

She had her arms wrapped around herself and she could feel her fingers go numb under the cold. Her teeth were chattering so much that her jaw was now aching.

It's not a test. She told herself, finally admitting to herself what she wanted to avoid all this time. He was gone. She was a liability, taking up his time and not letting him focus on what was important.

That's what it was.

She slowly stood up, suddenly very weak to withstand the cold and walked inside the building. She walked up the stairs to the floor of her apartment and looked up. thankfully she had left the door open when she ran out panicked.

She got in and closed the door behind her. She avoided looking at the living room as she walked towards the closed door and opened it. She mechanically walked through the darkness of the room, suddenly aware of her surroundings. Yes, this was her room.

She took off her shoes, feeling the muscle tremors reaching their peak and slid under the covers. She could smell dust and dampness around her but she didn't care. She covered herself up and finally released her sobbing quietly.

She cried and cried, until finally, God was kind enough to make her drift off to sleep.

So what do you guys think will happen next? Why do you guys think he left hmmm? I wanna know your theories. Shoot!