Finally, his eyes settled on hers. Drinking in the fear and relishing in the hatred. Joker seldom saw that emotion in his toys. True, fear was a common occurrence. Yet the hatred that shone in Eva's eyes was unique. Most did not possesses enough hate to let it dance with the well placed terror they regarded him with. Smirking, Joker stopped playing with her stiches and instead caressed her cheeks. "No one hates like you do…"

He ran a thumb along her lower lip "It really is…..A stunner how much you can hate."

She blinked and grit her teeth "You make it easy."

Joker pouted "You're just so… cruel."

Her upper lip curled in disgust as he brought a finger under her chin. His teeth glittered as his mouth stretched open to reveal the bejeweled reminders of one of his worst crimes. Chuckling, he licked them, creating a more iridescent shine. Eva stared at them, she always knew Joker to be one of the worst criminals to plague Gotham, yet she never imagined him capable of killing a child, even one that was Batman's protégé.

Thinking about it now and taking in the glee with which he spoke on the subject, Eva could see him doing much worse, so much worse. She felt sick to her stomach at the thought as Joker pulled her closer and rested his lips next to her ear. She felt the metal of his teeth brush her lobe as he nibbled on the infinity loop that ran through her cartilage "Penny for your thoughts?"

She shuddered and everything inside her screamed for her to keep quiet, but the statement had burst from her lips before Eva had the chance to call them back "You're going to rape me."

Eva was no stranger to sexual assault, she had been a causality of a broken system. Joker smirked "You. Are. Dark."

That did not answer her question, if anything it made her feel worse. It brought her back to the days where she had been made to sit in a dark room and was told to shut her eyes with the tears running like leaking faucets, hands monstrously big and awful wandered over gaunt body with no intention of obeying boundaries. Joker stared at her for the longest time, as if he could see all the horrors she experienced at the hands of the so called foster father that abused the system, had abused her. "There were two, weren't there?"

She blinked a few times before replying, it was disturbing how he knew who she was thinking about. Eva tried for a moment to pull away from his grasp, but Joker locked his hands and kept her in place "See, I found an obituary for another diddler daddy of yours, Chester Harris."

Eva stared up at the ceiling as she spoke "He wasn't a fit guy… Had a stroke after I left."

Joker snarled and squeezed her arms "I."

His grip tightened, laying out more bruises into the pre-existing damages "Told you, that I don't like liars…"

Smirking, he ran a finger along the length of her arm where he had grabbed her "Tell ol' Joker what ya did…."

Turning, she eyed him. Then, with no further force on the Joker's part, a life-long secret (one that she had intended to take to grave) spilled from her lips like boiling molasses. "Complete fat ass, didn't exercise, all Mrs. H's food was slathered in lard…."

The words rolled off her with a great deal of disgust. The woman knew no other way to cook, except frying because Mr. Harris refused to eat anything but greasy disgusting shit smothered in fat. Eva remembered how her body had responded to the extreme amount of grease, As a teenager, she used to throw up dinner or it came out from the other end. Either way, she was severally dehydrated and even sickly through most of her time at the Harris house. "Before I told his wife was he was doing, he suffered a really bad heart attack, followed by a stroke."

Joker's eyes seemed to light up a little, as if he could sense the confession that was coming. "She left me alone with him while she spoke to the Doctor."

Gritting her teeth, the secret slipped from her lips. It was like vomiting the way she felt, divulging this long kept secret. Her body shook with every word as they rushed from her mouth accompanied by a bad case of cold sweats, but it was like all the poison in her body was being purged. In this confession, Eva felt a sense of relief. "I removed his breathing mask, he couldn't move but I saw his eyes, they were wide, screaming. I don't think I breathed the entire time I held his eyes in mine, and I didn't look away until they dulled. I didn't even give the mask back till was I was sure, absolutely certain, that he was dead."

Slowly, her eyes slid to meet Joker's. He had this strange look in his eyes, something near impossible to describe or even understand. "After he died…"

Joker smirked "You mean after you killed him?"

Eva nodded numbly "I told Wilma what he'd been doing… She back handed me, her wedding ring left a scar…"

Turning, she lifted a fringe of hair that hung over the upper half of her right cheekbone. It had been a rather tacky ring, a large stone, probably QZ, but it left its mark. The scar was white and risen slightly, small in size and only noticeable when pointed out. Joker's brushed a finger over it, his eyes darted to meet her "Then ya ran back home to your mama's blood stain?"

Eva shook her head "At the next house…."

Blinking back a few ill placed tears, she found herself relaxing into Joker's hand as he stroked the wedding ring scar. "It didn't— It didn't feel right… and I panicked."

Slowly, a smirk came to life on her lips "I ran after that, therapist had a field day with where the police found me."

A thoughtful twitch of the lips killed the smirk "He was convicted of filming kiddie porn a year after."

(Author's Note: I apologize for taking so long to update. It's been a rather busy couple of months. Work got a little busy due to the holidays, and then the election happened. I try not to be political, but it was a huge blow to my mental health. I got really depressed for a few weeks, made it hard to write and sleep, I lost a lot of sleep and could only get a full night after crying myself to sleep. I worried about losing many of my rights and protections as a bisexual woman, I was scared of whether or not I could afford to have health insurance. I'm still very scared for my friends who might be targeted by ICE. Let's just say, I cried a lot these last few months. Once I pulled away from that, I started to focus a lot of my attention on writing my original work, mostly poetry in the political and social set. As well as working on a novel I am trying to write on the subject of Selkies in the modern world. Anyway, long story short, I'm sorry I kept you all waiting for so long. I'm trying to get back into writing this story if only because I know you readers really look forward to my updates. Thank you for the encouragement…. And even though I don't know you all personally, know that you are loved and wanted in this world even when people are telling something different.)