Chapter 13

We drove for what seemed like hours to another mansion on the outskirts of the city. The guy driving the van had to be one of the worst drivers I ever rode with and I felt like I was going to either vomit or pass out. The van finally stopped and the Joker slid out with me onto the ground.

"Now, we didn't have the time to do much work on this house, Princess, so you may find it lacking." He said picking me up bridal style and carrying me into the house. I didn't even fight him with how sick I felt.

He carried me into the mansion and carried me up the flight of stairs and down the hall to a bedroom. I looked at the door and only saw one deadbolt on the door, should be easy enough to pick if I tried. He opened the door and sat me down on the bed.

I looked around the room and saw that there were multiple sketches on the walls, especially around the overflowing desk. I saw that this room was done in blacks and greys even the bathroom was done the same way from what I could see.

"I hope you find everything to your liking, Princess, I know I sure did when I picked this room out for myself." He cackled. I paled and then I realized that this was his room.

"Uh no this is not going to happen you Clown Bastard!" I yelled standing up.

"Well that's too damn bad, Princess, you proved to me in the other place you can't be trusted to have your own room. It's either this or live with one of my men, and I can tell you this, it won't be pretty for a little flower like you." He retorted coming at me. "Now, I said something about making sure you won't forget that you're mine."

My eyes widened and I tried to run from him, but, he was just too quick. He pushed me down to the bed and flipped me so my stomach was on the bed and straddled my waist. That's when I heard the click of the knife and the feel of metal on my shoulder blade. Before I could even process what was going on I felt the dig of the knife into my flesh and I bit my lip so I didn't give the freak the satisfaction to hear me scream out.

After what felt like an eternity, he stopped and I felt his fingers touch the wound. At that time the pain was just too much for me and I did scream out.

"There, there, it's all done." He said in my ear. "Now everyone will know you're mine, even your little boyfriend."

"Please, just let me go." I whimpered.

"Oh, no Princess, you're mine and I intend to keep you right here." He said flipping me over and staring into my eyes.

With him being as close as he was to me I could easily see all of his features. From his dark brown eyes and the blonde hair that I could see through the green dye to even his facial features rang a distant bell in me. He looked at my face and quickly got up and left the room, slamming the door behind him and locking it. I know I have seen him before, but, where?

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

The look of dawning realization on Misha's face concerned me to say the least. I didn't think she would ever figure out my true identity for a very long time. I sighed and put my forehead against the door where she was stuck and thought back to the very first time I met her.

I was just a junior in high school and it was the first month back. I scowled at my locker and threw it open, not caring about the possible damage and tossed several books into the bottom. I grabbed the textbook to my Advanced Chemistry class and my math class and slammed it shut.

Just then I heard the most beautiful laugh that I've ever heard. I looked towards its source and was shocked that it was a beauty with black cascading curls and the greenest eyes I have ever seen. Her body was petite and very athletic looking and was covered by a forest green sundress that went to her knees. I decided then that my new favorite color was green.

Over the next year I would continue to see her and her group of friends walking to class and going to lunch. By pure luck, I was in her lunch and I would sit there with my meager lunch and just watch her interact with our peers. I still remember the one time she caught my eyes and she smiled at me. Over the next year and I half I would see her try to date a few guys in our school, but, they never lasted long since she was so focused on her studies. I overheard her saying that she wanted to go to school to be a lawyer like her uncle.

I would have been able to graduate and stay in school for my entire senior year if it wasn't for daddy dearest taking a knife to my face. I was in the hospital for a very long time because of my injuries and didn't get many visitors. Except one. Misha.

Her uncle was one of the lawyers putting my old man in jail and while it was frowned on, he brought her as almost a job shadow. She walked in after her uncle and I think she realized that I was a student at her school. She whispered to her uncle and walked out of the room.

While she was gone her uncle talked to me and got a statement from me by using a notepad. Just then, Misha came back in with a stuffed bear, card, and balloons from the gift shop. She smiled at me and tied the balloons on my bed and handed me the card and bear.

"I hope you don't mind having a teddy bear, I figured it may be good for you to have something to squeeze if the pain starts to become unbearable. No pun intended of course." She said smiling.

I shook my head and held the bear close to me. I motioned for the paper and pen. "Thank you."

I looked up at the door that separated us. I still had both the card and the bear hidden away even when I became the mad man I am today. I shook my head and walked down to the basement to where my other guest was staying. I grabbed the camera next to the door and began to smile like the maniac I am. I went to my captive and the fun started.

I only had to record for a very short period of time before the weakling gave his last breath. I stormed back into the main floor, angry that the torture didn't last longer and found my men watching a news report about Misha's abduction. I watched as both Wayne and Dent made their pleas for me to release her.

Just then one of my new men came in the front door and joined the rest of the men on my couch. He wasn't one of my top men, but, his good boy persona and attitude managed to get him in Wayne Enterprises and into the party so we could easily get in.

"Well, Rick, I think you finally earned your nickname." I smirked.

****Misha's POV****

I sat in the room alone thinking of what just happened. I felt the numbing pain at my shoulder and I figured that I should see what it looked like. I winced when I thought of what possibly was on the knife that he used to cut my shoulder and the possible infections that could happen.

I walked into the bathroom and saw that the mirror was shattered in the middle where a certain clowns face would be. I felt a little bad that he felt like he needed to do that and wondered what happened to him that caused the scars.

"You know what happened."

I pushed those unknown thoughts to the back of my head and lifted my hair that covered over the cuts he made on my shoulder. I looked at it through the mirror and I felt tears well up in my eyes. It was a giant M about the size of my hand that had a J attached to the very end of it. I knew that it would be a very nasty scar and I would never be able to wear anything that showed my shoulders ever again.

I felt tears start to fall down my face, no man would ever want someone with such a nasty scar. Especially if they ever found out the cause and the reasoning behind it. My mind automatically thought of Bruce and what he would possibly think of it, and while I thought I knew him, I realized I really didn't.

I sighed and started taking off the bloodstained dress I was wearing. I turned on the water to the shower and waited until the temperature got to a comfortable spot. I went in the shower and as soon as the water hit my new wound, I had to let out a small hiss. God, that hurt. I quickly showered and got out to look for some clothes to wear.

With a towel wrapped around me I went out into the bedroom, I let out a shriek. On the bed was the Joker and he seemed to like me in the state of undress I was in. I felt his eyes roam over my body and I felt disgusted and angry.

"Why don't you take a picture it will last longer?" I said as I stormed over to the dresser, hoping he had some clothes for me. I heard him laugh.

"Princess, I didn't know you were into that kind of thing! Why don't you take the towel off and I'll make sure to get every inch of you on camera?" he said in my ear. I screamed and jumped about a foot in the air.

"How the hell did you sneak up on me?" I said as I tried to get my heart under control while he was pretty much on the floor laughing.

"Sorry, if you want clothes, you're stuck with mine. Although, I don't mind you like this." He said letting his gaze drop to my chest.

"You wish, freak." I said trying to get past him. Before I knew it he grabbed me and slammed me against the wall next to the dresser with one hand around my throat and the other trapping my hands over my head.

"I am NOT a freak." He said through gritted teeth. "You will have to remember that, princess, because this is your only warning."

We stood there with him inches from my face and our bodies pressed against each other at every possible inch. He looked in my eyes and it seemed like something in him finally snapped as he claimed my lips brutally with his. His hand went from my throat to my waist and he deepened the kiss. As fast as it started he pulled away and went to the door and slammed it shut. I stood there brushing my fingers on my lips, in a state of shock that he kissed me like he did and also that I loved every second of it.

*There you go a little more Misha/Joker love! And as per recommendation by missymoola3999 I also put this story on WattPad! Thank you to all of my followers and don't forget to review! Love you all!