Chapter 17

I slowly started to come to. My right eye was clouded by blood. I could feel the warm sticky substance all over me. I tried to move my hands but they had been tied behind me. I tried to wiggle my fingers thinking I could burn through whatever was holding my hands together. No use, my gloves were duct taped onto me. My long black hair was sticking to the sides of my face from the blood that was apparently pouring from my the gash in my head. I saw someone emerge from the dark corner of the warehouse room.

"Ah, she's awake. I thought you'd sleep forever." the man said in a low voice. It almost sounded demonic. "My brother was always into the obviously pretty ones." He continued. I knew who he was instantly.

"Kane Leeg." I sighed, out of breath. He widened his eyes.

"You know who I am? Wow, I am famous in Gotham?!" He exclaimed.

"Nah, just a wild guess. You have that same cockyness in your voice as your piece of shit brother did." I said smiling. He punched me in the mouth. Hard. It felt like I had been hit with a concrete brick. I laughed. He got down to my level.

"Watch your mouth, hot stuff. Or I will have my guy here sew it shut." He threatened. I laughed and spit a chunk of blood into his face. He closed his eyes in frustration and took his handkerchief out of his suit pocket to wipe it off. He gestured at his henchman. It hurt like hell. But I didn't even flinch. Why? Because fuck him that's why. This douche bag killed my Dad. I would find a way out of this so I could feed him his tongue.

I looked down and noticed I was in nothing but my black lace bra and black lace boy shorts. Perfect.

I looked around to see if there was anything around me that I could use. Nothing. The warehouse room was completely empty besides myself and the chair I was sitting on. The men had left the room after the had sewn my mouth shut. They had sewn right where my lips had started on my skin so it was more painful. The next few hours were hell. They burned me with cattle irons, electrocuted me several times. Eventually I passed out like a little bitch. But I couldn't help it. The pain was un-real. I kept thinking to myself 'Please J, come find me. Don't leave me here.' I knew he didn't love me the way normal people should love someone. I knew that I was technically expendable to him. But some part of him had to want to find me.

The Joker

Kill him. Kill him up real good. Feed him his own heart. Beating and in a stew. How dare that fuck take what's mine. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. No. If she wasn't in the same condition I left her in, I'd make him pay me back for her. Fancy books and knives. I would buy her a goddamn library and every blade I could find. Harley showed up in my head. I told that bitch to stay the fuck out of my head. She was too distracting.

"Come on Puddin'. The first woman you find after me and you let her die?" Harley said as she sat on a corner of my brain.

"I didn't let her do anything. She was taken from me." I growled back.

"Uh huh. So what now? You gonna let that animal tear her apart? Just like you tore me apart?" She giggled.

"No. No. I'm gonna find her." I replied.

"Yeah you better Puddin'. I think she and I are the only females on this planet who would ever put with you. And i'm out, so she is your only chance." Harley laughed. I kicked her out and saw Frost snapping his fingers in front of me.

"Boss? Boss, we will find her. I have an entire crew out looking for her. We have intel that she is in a downtown New Jersey warehouse. We are gonna go check it out alright?" Frost said to J. I heard Crimson.

"Is he okay?" She asked.

"Yeah, he gets like this sometimes. He'll be fine." Frost said as he helped me up out of my chair that I had been slumped in.

Fucking gold chains and pussy. Nothing mattered as long as this broad was gone. Nothing mattered as long as I didn't know if she was alive. I was going to make the bitch pay for making me...worry.

I didn't know how much time had gone by at this point. Everything was more of a blur than before. I woke up and noticed I was laying down now. I saw a bright light above my head and a man in a medical mask hovering over me.

"Well Good Morning pretty girl. I took care of that little problem in your hands. You won't have to wear those gloves ever again!" He said in a psychotic tone. What did he mean? I couldn't lift my hands as that were numb. I looked down and saw that there was blood all over the operating table I was on. My fingertips were wrapped in white gauze. I panicked. "Oh shh shh shh." It will heal in no time dear." He said. He lifted a bottle of green juice and I saw the label. Healants. I knew what that was. Poison Ivy's speciality. How the hell did this idiot get something like that? Ivy didn't just pass that shit out to people.

Just then the medical doors flew open.

"Excuse me! This is a private medical…" Before the doctor could complete his sentence, someone shot him in the forehead. I couldn't see much but I saw J's face leaning down to me.

"Come on my Queen. Gotta go." He said as he carried me bridal style out of the medical room. Frost followed and Crimson came up to me in a panic.

"Jesus Christ Luna, what did they do to you?" She said in a concerned voice. I couldn't answer. But I gestured for J to put me down. He did and helped me steady myself.

"You shouldn't be walking yet Miss Cee." Frost said.

I took my bandages off of my hands and saw the damage. My fingertips had been removed and thanks to the healants, the scarring had already started. My fire was gone. I was a nobody now. My rage was undeniable. Crimson came up to me and put an arm under me to support my weight. The drugs were still very heavily in my system so walking on my own was out of the question.

"We've got company boss." Frost said. J turned around and saw Kane's men heading towards us.

"Get her out of here." J said as he pulled a grenade out of his pocket. He pulled it and Crimson sped me out of there.

"NO! STOP! I'm not leaving him back there!" I screamed. Frost grabbed the other side of me.

"He will be alright Miss Cee. Come on." Frost said calmly. They shoved me into the van and I didn't recognize anything around us. I was obviously very much not in Kansas anymore. Frost instructed the driver to take off as Crimson checked out my damage.

"You'll need stitches up here." She said as she felt my head. "These are healed already. Heats gone though." She said with a sad voice. I yanked my hand out of hers. The van stopped abruptly and the back door opened. I saw J standing there in his burnt up suit. I didn't want to show my relief too much so I just smiled. He didn't come over to check me out, he just yelled for us to keep going.

"What's the damage?" He asked Crimson, not even looking at me.

"She needs stitches up here. He split her head up pretty good. Her fingertips are fucked but they are healing. She's got burns everywhere. And these marks on her temples...I don't know what those are." She said. I didn't say anything.

"I do." J said. "Alright we'll get her fixed up. Frost get us back to Gotham." J said.

"Yeah boss." Frost said. My eyes started to feel heavy. I passed out before we even made it to Gotham.

I woke up and I was at our headquarters. Crimson was in front of me.

"Alright boss. I'm gonna stitch your head up okay? Do you want an anesthetic?" She asked. I shook my head no.

"Just do it." I said. J smiled.

"That's my girl. Such a brave girl." He said in that over the top preacher tone he always does. Crimson dug the needle into my skin and I didn't flinch. J picked up my hand roughly and examined my fingers.

"Hmm. No fire anymore huh?" He asked. I shook my head no. He ran his hands over my burns on my arm.

"I'm gonna cut him into pieces." J said not even looking at me.

"Boss, I got a call for Luna. Want me to take a message?" Frost asked. I gestured for Frost to hand me the phone before J could answer.

"Yes this is Luna." I said softly.

"Hi Luna this is Hank Flanagan, your dad's attorney. Or one of them at least. I know you have been through alot the last few days. But your dad has a lot of things he wanted me to go over with you in the event of something like this. When you get back on your feet…." Mr. Flanagan said. I stopped him.

"I'll be there at about 10pm." I said before I ended the call. "Have to meet with my Dad's lawyers. Crimson, I need you to make the funeral arrangements. Just us and my Dad's people." I said.

"Come with me?" I said to J.

"Of course my Queen. I'd be delighted." J said grinning. I didn't need him. I didn't need anyone. But there was no denying that I wanted him by my side right now.