So... I totally just realized that I never posted this chapter... I'm sooo sorry. Life kind of got in the way and I just forgot. So sorry to keep you guys waiting for so long. I'm not sure when I'll be posting the next chapter. I know what I want to happen I just need to have time to write it so yeah. But as always any reviewers (with an account) will get a sneak peek of the next chapter as soon as possible. So please please please leave a review. I love hearing from everyone! And once again sorry to keep you waiting. -Adelene

Chapter Eight

Jealously Leads to Nothing but Trouble

The next morning Doll laid on the bed she shared with The Joker just staring up at the ceiling. Tonight was the charity event and her 'date' with Bruce. She was mentally preparing herself for an evening of fake smiles and boring conversation. She would be glad when Wayne Tower's was crumbling. Tonight her goal was to get access to Bruce's computer. The party was being held at Wayne Manor and she knew that since he had a laptop that it was very likely that he brought it home with him. She needed to hack that computer at all costs. Doll just hadn't quite figured out how.

Doll didn't move when the door opened. She knew it was The Joker. Not even the stupidest henchman would dare open that door without permission.

"What are you doing?" He asked as he stared at her from the door frame.

Doll lazily turned her head to look at him. "I'm relaxing," she told him simply. One of his eyebrows raised as he continued to stare at her.

"Relaxing?" He questioned.

"Yeah, do you have a problem with that?" She asked with an attitude.

His tongue came out and traced his facial scars. She always wondered why he did it especially with his face paint. Paint was not very appealing as far as taste goes. "I was wondering when you planned to remove the dead bodies from the basement."

"I'll deal with them in a bit. I'll have a few of the boys deliver them to police station later tonight." Doll told him. "I'm emotionally preparing myself for tonight."

"Oh yeah, tonight's your big date with Bruce Wayne." He said as he finally walked into the room. He loomed over her as she was sprawled out lazily on the bed in only a black t-shirt and a pair of purple boy-shorts. His eyes roamed over her figure. Her waist length blonde hair was down and was chaotically spread out around her head. Her face was bare of any makeup or paint and her eyes were closed. Her arms were spread out like wings and she had one leg crossed over the other. The scars on her arms and legs from her time with Carrillo were on full display but she didn't seem to care.

His hands were clenched at his sides. He hated when she played dress up on any occasion but her being Ofelia Burkley made his insides burn. He felt that Doll played the role of Bruce Wayne's new squeeze just a little too well.

Doll hummed in response before stretching and setting up on the bed. She ran her fingers through her tangled hair. "Time to wrap up the gifts for Gordon!" Doll said excited like a small child during Christmas. She clapped her hands happily as she moved off the bed and around The Joker's looming figure. Just like a flick of a light switch Doll went from being calm and relaxed to a hyper and chaotic.

"You do plan on actually putting on some clothes before you go down there. I don't want you killing all our men 'cause they're perverts." The Joker pointed out to her. Doll giggled and rolled her eyes before pulling on a simple black dress they reached just above her knees. She turned and gave him a large smile before going out the door.

Doll's bare feet smacked against the cold concrete as she went down the stairs to the basement. Allison and her mother where still in the same spot as The Joker and her left them. Doll made her way over to the mother first. She hadn't even looked to see what The Joker had done to her last night.

Looking over the older woman Doll first saw the carved Glasgow smile that was a signature move for The Joker. It didn't surprise her that the woman sported one. She casually wondered if it was done postmortem or if the lady had still been alive when he carved her skin like a pumpkin. The woman body was covered in plenty of cuts and bruises and the killing blow was a slit to the throat.

Doll laid the roll of black plastic that she had brought down with her near the body before she rolled the woman's corpse on to it. With a smile Doll quickly went to work on wrapping the body completely. Satisfied with her work she made her way to Allison's body and did the same. With a grin she stuck an envelope onto Allison's wrapped body. With her work done she hummed a random happy tune as she made her way back to her bedroom to start getting ready for the party.

Doll stood among the crowd of party goers, her eyes roamed the large ball room with boredom. To her right stood her date Bruce Wayne who was currently in a conversation with one of his more important employees. To Doll satisfaction Bruce didn't seem to want to be talking to the man anymore than she wanted to be listening to the conversation.

"Bruce," she said in the most innocent voice she could muster. "I really like the song that's playing... can we please dance?" Doll's own words made her cringe on the inside but it got the job done. Within just a few seconds Bruce whisked her away to the dance floor and away from dull conversation.

"You look beautiful tonight," Bruce told her with a kind smile. Doll shifted in an almost awkward move... she wasn't use to people really commenting on her appearance. Well, except for The Joker but the way Bruce did it made her feel strange. She didn't like it. His arms were wrapped around her waist and her arms were looped around his neck. It was moments like this she was glad for her 'privileged upbringing'... it meant she knew how to dance and act properly around the rich people of Gotham.

"Thank you, Bruce." She said shyly as she played the role of Ofelia. "You look rather dashing tonight too." She told him with a smile as one of her hands smoothed down the collar of his dress shirt and then straightened the knot of his tie.

"Your a very good dancer," Bruce said as he surprised her by twirling her before pulling her back into his embrace much closer than they had originally been. Her cheek now rested on his chest. Doll was getting out of her comfort zone and was looking for an escape route. She wanted to get close to Bruce just not too close. Luckily for her she got what she wanted... just not in the way she would have wanted it. As soon as she heard that voice, that nasally, confident voice that seemed to echo over the now deadly silent room, she could feel her face heat up. How dare he come here.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen." The Joker announced as he and his henchman, who all wore a clown mask, made their way into the room. Their guns were quickly pointed towards the guest just daring them to make a move.

Doll felt Bruce tense under her hands. She glanced at up at his face to see him staring at The Joker and his men... but he didn't seem scared. She saw no fear in his eyes which surprised her. He turned towards her quickly while putting his hands on her shoulders. Doll started at him with curious eyes.

"Stay here and try not to draw any attention to yourself. I'll be back." He told her before making a move to slip away. She grabbed his upper arm before he got to far.

"What? Where are you going?" She asked honestly confused.

"I'm just going to call for help. I'll be fine. Don't worry." He told her and with a blink of an eye he was gone. Doll shook her head. Bruce Wayne was a puzzle that she just didn't have all the pieces to yet.

"I'm looking for Bruce Wayne!" The Joker announced to the room full of terrified people. No one said a word. "It's his party. He has to be here somewhere."

She watched as he made his way around the room like they always did. The people backed away when he got too close to them like he had a contagious disease. Doll held her place as he came closer to her. Her eyes were glaring at him with pure rage that she couldn't express any other way. He stopped right in front of her with his held tilted in curiosity.

"Well, hello beautiful." He greeted her before his tongue slithered out of his mouth to lick the scar on his right cheek. Doll stared at him silently. The Joker reached out for her and she was quickly in his grasp. His fingers dug into her jaw as he brought her closer to his face. Doll felt the familiar touch of the tip of a knife against her cheek. "I bet a play boy like Wayne couldn't keep his eyes off a beauty like you. Lets see if he is man enough to show himself to save your life!" The Joker told her.

He dragged her towards the center of the room where all the guests watched in silence. No one made a move to help her nor did Bruce appear to offer himself up to save her. Doll's eyes roamed around the room but she saw no sign of Bruce anywhere in the room... how strange.

Doll didn't realize she was just standing there quietly until she felt The Joker's breath right against her ear.

"If you want to keep up your uh little game... I suggest you start showing some fear for the good people of Gotham, doll face." He whispered in her ear just loud enough for her to hear. She clenched her teeth but he did have a point. She knew now though that this was his point all along. He came here because he was jealous and worried about her. She wasn't blind or stupid. She had seen all the looks he had been given her all week. He watched her like he was just waiting for her to break into hundreds of little pieces. Ever since the Carrillo incident it was like he questioned everything she did. Carrillo was nothing, he was dead. Torture wasn't something that was new to Doll. Her whole life was filled with it. She was a lot stronger than The Joker seemed to give her credit for.

"Please, j-just let me go." Doll whimpered. On the inside she wanted to vomit at how weak she sounded. She had never begged for anything in her entire life but she surfaced some of the memories of Allison out of the dark depths of her mind to help her along.

"Let you go? I thought we were just starting to have some fun together." The Joker told with her with a large sinister smile. His arms tightened around her waist as Doll wiggled against him putting on the act of trying to get away from him. He flipped her around so she was facing the Gotham citizens and she made sure that her face showed as much fear on it as she could. The blade moved from her mouth to her neck.

"Last chance Wayne or you'll have to have someone to clean her blood off of your floor." The Joker told everyone. Doll continued to try to spot any sign of Bruce but there was none. She wondered what The Joker would do if Bruce didn't come forward. Would he kill her just to prove a point? It looked like she might just find out at this rate.

"Guess Wayne doesn't care about you beautiful. Such a shame really." He told her. Doll knew that he was now just talking to buy time. He honesty thought that Bruce would have come forward when he put her in danger. She was a little shocked that he didn't... but the night took another surprising turn. The sound of breaking glass was heard from one of the near by windows and then a grunt came from The Joker as his hold on Doll loosened. She pulled away from him completely and ended up getting tangled in her dress. She tripped and fell onto her bottom on to the floor. Her large eyes watched as Batman rushed over to The Joker, knocking him down and putting more distance between him and her.

"Leave the girl alone." Batman told The Joker in his familiar gruff voice. Doll watched them both in fascination. Just this once she was routing for Batman. She didn't necessarily want The Joker to be caught but she felt like he deserved a good beating for ruining her night.

"You know, I'm feeling a deja vu moment coming on. Haven't we uhhh done this before?" The Joker asked him. Doll knew he was talking about Rachel Dawes... the girl he ended up throwing out a window because Batman had told him to let her go at the wrong moment.

Doll watched silently from her place on the floor as Batman fought off not only The Joker but his men as well. He was a fantastic fighter... much better than The Joker but the problem with Batman was that he didn't fight to kill... unlike The Joker and his men.

As Batman was once again distracted by the henchmen The Joker used that time to grab her once again. "I need to use you again beautiful." He muttered to her. She was his get away free card. Batman would never risk a life and they both knew it. It was one of the reasons that were able to escape so easily. Once again Doll found herself with her back pressed tightly in front of the Joker with a knife against her neck. He walked them backwards until he was facing the entrance.

"Until next time Batman! You know I always enjoy our play dates!" He told him gleefully as he broke out into laughter. The Joker pushed her forward making the knife cut her skin as he pulled his arms away from her and then he was gone. Doll stood there unmoving as Batman rushed passed her in order to try and catch him.

It was a few minutes before anyone dared to move or make a sound and Doll was startled from her own thoughts when an arm wrapped around her shoulders. She turned to find Layla, the girl who she had shared pizza with the other day. Her eyes were watery and they widened when they saw the blood dripping down from Doll's neck.

"Ofelia, oh God are you okay?" She asked. "What a stupid question... of course your not okay, you're bleeding. I think we're okay now. I can hear sirens coming. Let's just try to find the kitchen or a bathroom so we can clean you up okay." Layla said in a soft, caring tone. With her shoulder still around Doll she quickly lead her away from the ball room.

"I'm fine really." Doll tried to reassure her. Layla didn't listen and kept ushering her down the many hallways of Wayne Manor. A few minutes later the two girls found an empty bathroom. Layla pushed Doll inside and made her sit on the closed toilet seat as she rummaged through the cabinets for a first aid kit.

Doll watched her ever move in annoyance.

"It's just a scratch. It's already stopped bleeding." Doll tried to tell her.

Layla gave a triumph cry as she found what she was looking for. Setting the first aid kit on the counter Layla grabbed the things she needed before making her way to stand in front of Doll.

"You don't want it to get infected. So please just let me do this okay?" Layla begged. With a tired sigh Doll gave in. She watched as Layla brought a can of disinfectant spray up to her neck. "This is probably going to sting a lot... sorry." Layla warned. Doll just nodded, hoping to get this over with as quick as possible.

The spray made the cut sting but Doll didn't flinch. She's been through a lot worse that a small sting wasn't going to effect her. Once Layla was satisfied that her wound wouldn't get infected she bandaged her cut to make sure nothing would irritate it.

"There, that should do it." She told her as she admired her work. "We should probably head back. I bet Bruce is looking everywhere for you and the police probably want to talk to you since The Joker targeted you in there." Layla told her.

With another sigh Doll followed her 'new friend' back to the ball room. Doll paused when she saw Commissioner Gordon in the room talking to some of the other guests. She tore her eyes away from him only when she heard her alias name being called. Bruce Wayne was making his way towards her.

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