Chapter Nine

A/N: this chapter gets very dark and we learn a little more of Misha's past. I will mark when it starts getting intense so you can choose to skip it or not.

After two long and boring weeks I still had nothing to show from my planning. I was allowed out of the room, but, I often just stayed in my room. I wasn't afraid of the Joker and his goons, but, without fail they managed to infuriate me. I think Joker purposely tried to make me mad so he could "punish" me.

I read some of the books that were left in my room, that bored me soon enough. So I did my many different exercises and stretches to keep me both in shape and keep my sanity. Every morning, afternoon, and evening, though, I had a clown faced visitor that brought me a meal. He sat at my door staring at me while I ate at my desk. I never said a word to him and when I was done, I got up from my desk and paced until he got frustrated enough to take the tray and leave. By the fifteenth day, he finally snapped.

"What is your problem princess?! I gave you everything you need, food, a nice room, clothes, freedom of the manor and yet you still won't talk or even look at me or my men!" screamed and marched over to me grabbing me by the front and pulling my hair back roughly so I had to look at him. He suddenly got this mad look in his eye. "Is it the scars, do you want me to tell you how I got them?"

"No I do not!" I screamed while punching him in the side as hard as I could and while he was doubled over, I took his legs from under him with a sweeping kick.

He laughed as I sprinted out of the room and he slowly got up. "There she is."

I ran down the hallway and noticed that someone left the window ajar in the hot summer evening. I yanked it up and started to climb out of it when I felt someone wrap their arms around my waist and pulled me back to the hallway.

"Did you really think I would let you go that easy?" a voice whispered in my ear.

"No, I wanted a little more of a fight." I hissed and threw my head back into the face of my captor.

I heard an angry growl as the grip around me loosened enough for me to spin and jerk free. I set my hands in my normal sparing position that left no weak spot easily opened and waited as he composed himself. He looked at me with a foreign expression and almost copied my stance, but, I saw several openings that I could take him down.

He came closer to me and lunged at me trying to grab and twist my arm around me. I got down quickly on my knee and dodged him, all the while taking his leg out from under him and sent him sprawling backwards. I kicked him just as he was about to sit up.

"I expected more," I said backing up to the window.

"Oh, princess, you have no idea." He cackled and all at once it seemed like the hallway filled up with men with automatic guns.

"Son of a bitch," I muttered. I stuck my hands behind my head as I was pushed forward and back down the hall.

"I'll be down in a moment princess!" I heard him scream.

I was taken to another door that was not my room, but, I did not give them the sick satisfaction of even seeing me react. I heard footsteps that almost sounded like they were skipping down the hall and I groaned. It had to be him.

"Now, you have been a very, very naughty girl and now is your punishment." He smirked. "A little friend from mine made this while he worked for Arkham a few years ago and it is still one of my favorite things to use. I was KIND to you and I didn't even treat you like a prisoner, but, now that's going to change!" he screamed in my face and pushed me in the room and slammed the door shut.

****Warning zone****

To me, it was just a large looking closet, I knew in his sick and twisted mind it was something else. I sat down in the corner and the lights turned off, I snorted. If he thinks I'm afraid of the dark, he was crazier than I originally thought. I heard what sounded like dials being turned and I smelled something kind of sweet fill up the room.

I started to panic and think back to all of my chemistry classes I ever took and tried to figure out what gas smelled this way. I kept drawing a blank.

I heard something move across from me but, that wasn't possible; was it. My head started to feel weird and I didn't breathe as deep as previously. I then heard a laugh that I haven't heard in over two decades and a voice that still gave me nightmares.

"Well, if it isn't my brilliant, lawyer bastard child. I knew I should have drowned you like a kitten when you were younger." The voice said. "Look at you, you're weak, just like your whore of a mother. Who knows if you're really my child!"

"I would be happy if I wasn't!" I screamed as tears ran down my face and I put my hands on my head.

"And your precious Uncle Harvey, what would he say if he saw you? You're a failure, he was saddled with you when he was still young, you are nothing but a burden to him. Do you think he honestly cares for you, hmm? If he did you would be nice and safe in that pretty purple room of yours."

"No, he does care, he loves me more than you ever did!" I screamed. "You are the one that never cared! I tried to be the daughter I thought you wanted when you still lived with me and mom! We both tried to make you happy, but, the only thing that made you happy was the drugs you put in your veins!"

"I did it so I didn't have to put up with the little brat you were and your trust fund whore of a mother! 'Oh, I want to be a surgeon so I can help people, oh I can't wait to help children with cleft lips, oh, oh, oh!'," the voice said in a higher pitch. "I was never going to be good enough in your mother's eyes and when she threw me out to 'protect you' I knew what I had to do. That's why I gave the drug lord the keys to your stupid mother's condo, I told him to kill you both so I didn't have to be stuck with a brat like you! Thankfully, when he failed to find you hiding in the little cubby hole in your mother's closet, your foolish uncle stepped up and took you. Then I celebrated getting rid of you both the only way I knew how to." The voice mocked.

"I don't care, I stood up to my mother's killer in court, I attended your funeral with my head held high and no tears. YOU were NOTHING to me but a sperm donor. I realized it wasn't me who did anything to lose your love, you were just too selfish what you already had." I stood up and walked to the door and leaned against it. "I'm done with you, the prosecution rests." I said closing my eyes and trying to fall asleep with the voice mocking me like it did so many times before.

I finally fell asleep when the gas was turned off and the lights turned back on. I didn't know the Joker saw and heard the whole thing from a camera in the ceiling. Nor did I know that he scooped me up in his arms and carried me to my room and set me on my bed.

****Joker's POV****

I carried the girl back to her bedroom and set her down on top of her bed. I went to the bathroom and got her a cup of water to drink when she got up. She impressed me though, instead of breaking completely down like I thought she would, she almost seemed to argue against her nightmare, a lawyer to the bitter end.

I walked out of her room and locked the door behind me. Motioning to one of my goons I pushed him to stand in front of her door and held my knife to his throat.

"Come and get me when she wakes up, not a moment after." I said pushing my knife deeper into his neck. "Understood?" he nodded. I let him go and walked down the hall into my room and shut the door.

I went into my bathroom and started the shower, not even bothering to look in the shattered mirror. I got in the shower as soon as the temperature was right and watched as swirls of white, black, red, and green went down the drain at my feet. While it didn't seem like it, I cared for my hygiene and showered everyday at least twice.

I washed the rest of the green out of my hair and thought back to the raven haired girl down the hall. I still couldn't believe her reaction to my gas and her strength and will to fight no matter the foe. I rubbed my side where she punched me earlier and saw that it was turning purple. I smiled, my little spitfire knew how to throw a punch.

I turned off the water and dried off, wrapping my towel around my waist and went to the bedroom to put on a pair of boxers. I climbed into bed thinking about a pair of evergreen eyes. It wouldn't be long until she got down to my level.