Chapter 14

After he left, I continued to look for clothes to wear. I stopped my quest when I felt something warm drip down my back and looked at the wall that he slammed me against. I saw the blood smear on the wall and I realized he made my wound bleed profusely again. I went to the bathroom and put a wet washcloth on the wound to get it to stop.

When I figured it was done, I went back to the bedroom and started digging in his drawers again. I finally found the tee-shirts in the bottom drawer and I settled for a pair of his boxers to sleep in, at least until I could beg him to get me my own clothes. I quickly got dressed and pulled the comforter off the bed along with a pillow and made a nest of sorts in the corner farthest from the bed. I fell into a troubled sleep after a few minutes.

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

After celebrating Rick's recent success and new naming the men and I celebrated. The men gathered around the newly nicknamed Rick, or Ocho, as I sat on my throne of sorts on the edge of the room thinking of the black haired beauty just upstairs. I didn't lock the door that she was in because I figured she would get at least somewhat curious about the manor house. I sighed.

"Ocho, Bozo, Bongo, I have a task for you." I said as the three came over to me.

"Yes, boss," Bongo said.

"I need you to break into a condo and get some our guest's clothes." I said tossing a key into Bongo's hand. "And be quick about it."

The three of them left and I left my other men to continue with their fun and games. I went upstairs and went into my room, I scanned for Misha and I saw her curled up on the floor away from the bed. My lifted my eyebrow.

I went past her and went into the bathroom to get ready for bed. I turned the shower on and let the warm water relax my muscles and I finally dipped my head in the water letting it take my makeup with it. I knew that it was a risk to let her see me without my makeup, but, for some reason I didn't care.

I leaned my head against the cool wall and thought of the raven haired woman in the room next to me. I punched the wall and growled. I could care less about this woman, hell she could die and I could care less.

Yes, you would, you want her to see you as you really are. You feel more for her than you think you do and you care what she thinks. Why else would you risk taking her again? Why would you want her to be comfortable? You CARE.

I shook my head at the thoughts and turned the water off. I quickly dried off and put my boxers back on and tossed the clothes in the hamper. I walked out of the bathroom and quietly opened my drawer that had tee-shirts and put one over my head.

I looked over to Misha and gently picked her up, trying not to notice her snuggling into my chest. I carried her to one side of the bed and went back over to the blanket and covered her back up. I went to the other side of the bed and slid in behind her, wrapping my arms gently around her and pulled her to my chest. I fell asleep faster than I ever had.

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

I woke up slowly and proceeded to stretch, but, something stopped me midway. I looked and saw that I was on the bed and it looked like someone was sleeping on the other side at one point. I sighed and tried not to think of the possibility of him possibly sleeping in the bed next to me all night.

I got up and looked to the door where several large canvas bags were. I went over and nudged it with my foot and felt that it was somewhat soft, like there was a large amount of clothes in it. I grabbed a hold of the zipper of one bag, not putting it past the clown bastard to put something in the bags. I let out a relieved sigh and smiled when I saw that it was full of my clothes and shoes.

I grabbed my green skinny jeans, black tanktop, my black sorority hoody that had the green letters on it, and a pair of socks and my converse and went to the bathroom. After a quick shower I quickly got dressed and put on my shoes and tested the doorknob, it was unlocked.

I thought of the pros and cons of going out and possibly running into one of the goons or the Joker himself. My stomach made the decision for me when it let out a loud growl and I realized I didn't have dinner the previous evening. I grabbed the doorknob and turned it.

I looked both ways down the hallway and turned down the direction that the Joker led me from the previous night. I found the stairs and as I was climbing down them I saw a familiar head of blond hair, Rick.

"What the hell are you doing here?!" I screamed as I stormed over to him.

"Well, the friends I told you about when you so rudely ignored my messages got me a job working for the Joker." He said shrugging his shoulders and smiling at me. "But, now that we're both here how about we pick up where we left off, hmmm? I know the Joker gives his goons his captives to play with and I can promise to keep the other guys away if you stick with me." He said running his fingers through my curls. I slapped his hands away and growled.

"Touch me again and I'll kill you myself." I said through gritted teeth.

"You took the words right out of my mouth, sweetcheeks." A voice from behind me said and I saw Rick pale.

I turned and saw the Joker with a murderous gleam in his eyes stalk towards us. I saw his henchmen move away from him and go to the walls or leave the room if they were close enough to the doors. At that moment I did not envy Rick at all.

"But, boss, she's a captive and you always let the men play with them." Rick tried to reason. The Joker growled.

"There's only one small issue with that, she's not a normal 'captive' if you will. She's mine and it would be wise for you to remember that." Joker said stalking towards Rick and clicked his trusty knife out. "Wanna know how I got these scars pretty boy?"

I saw Joker smile and I turned and ran up the stairs, Rick's screams followed me all the way to the room where I slammed the door shut to get away from the screams. I slid down the door and wrapped my arms around my legs and I felt a tear run down my face, not in sadness of what happened to the backstabber, but the fear that he could do the same to me.

I heard someone walking down the hall towards the door, I heard the doorknob turn and I jumped up and prepared for the worst. I saw the familiar gloved hand followed by the purple clad body. I put on my bravest face and tried not to show my emotions.

"Aww, Princess, you missed on the fun." Joker chuckled at me. "Don't worry he won't bother you again." He said walking over to me and brushing some of my hair back from my face.

"What did you do to him." I asked pushing his hand away from me.

I saw an angry gleam in his eyes and I started backing away from him. He rushed towards me and grabbed me by the back of my neck pulling me closer to him. He let out a low, dangerous, animalistic growl.

"What do you care sweetheart, he got what he deserved touching what is mine. Do you have feelings for this pretty boy, hmm? Like his looks?" he growled in my ear.

"As if, his looks are the only thing he has going for him. He's a self-centered bastard, but, he shouldn't have to die." I said trying to pull away. "Even if I hate him more than anything."

"Don't worry, he's alive, for now." He said finally letting me go. "Now, I have some errands to run, you know how it is, men to kill a bat to annoy." He said laughing. "Now be a good girl while I'm gone and I'll have Bongo bring you up food."

I nodded my head and turned away from him. I heard him walk out of the room and close the door and I glanced over to the now shut door. I went over to the closet to see if there was room to put my bags in. As I opened the door, something fell out at me, it was a stuffed bear.

I picked the bear up and looked at it. Why did the Joker have this in his room and why did it look so familiar?

AN: I am soooooooooo sorry that I haven't updated in so long! My final projects and tests took a lot of my time and then there was a family emergency in my fiance's family! I will try to update once or twice a week from now on!