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Chapter 2:

"Get in there…" the thug yelled at me, as he pushed me into a dark room. I painted and rubbed my wrists at the awkward yet amazing feeling that nothing surrounded them anymore. I painted louder, terrified of my own footsteps, as I backed myself into a wall far away into the plain darkness.

My fingers gripped the smooth wall, suddenly, realizing that this was the Joker that I had volunteered to be with. A puppy dog eyed face in the movies, but in real life…he must be much different. I scrambled my hands looking for the side of the door and when I found it, my hands reached backwards and they traced its solid form.

Suddenly, I screeched out from pain, as my forefinger was cut truly deeply by a piece of wood that had become unhinged. I brought my finger up to my mouth and tried to suck the blood and pain away, when a bright light filled the room.

There he was, in his famous purple and green clothes, along with his slim figure and greasy green hair. I took my finger out of my mouth and let it form into a fearful state, as his stance came closer to mine. Silence. Something unusual…. for him. Then he croaked a strained laughter, reached into his pocket and found his way right in front of me.

"You're a very brave little girl, beautiful." The Joker's fake smile collides with his real one, as he crowds over me to say this. I was a person of first instinct, and it seems that even in this alternate reality, I still was. I scolded him by saying "I'm not that little, a few years younger than you…probably." I added the last word with a sack full of nerves residing within my system.

He chuckles in front of me and takes a step back, his hand lingering on my arm. He looks down at my bleeding finger and cocks his eyebrows upwards. He licks his bottom lip in one smooth motion and then reaches for my hand while saying sarcastically "Awww… your bleeding." He takes my finger in his hand and lifts it up to his lips before saying "Let Mr. J kiss it better…hmmm?"

My eyes peer directly towards his scars, never noticing just how large they actually were. His eyes glance stubbornly into mine before he asks, still holding onto my finger "Why do you look so nervous, doll? What exactly do you think I am going to do to you?" My eyes glance towards my finger before I reluctantly speak honestly "Well…" I speak through hollow paints "..Right now…it looks like your going to crush my finger."

The Joker giggles at this, his eyes rolling back in his head, as he continues to laugh. He drops my hand and takes another step back before completely changing the subject "I find it quite…. funny, that a girl…like you…volun-teere-d." His breath lasted longer on the letter d before he continued to speak "Well, beautiful. I enjoy…. surprises…. and I enjoy your kind. We are going to have some fun tonight…. how about we start by playing a little game?"

I gulp once and chew on my bottom lip, as I ask while stuttering "Wh-what kind of game?" He glances over at me, a devilish grin suppressing his feature as he says "How about I let you choose…hmm?" He pauses and moves his hand towards his face before muttering in a honey like tone "Oh, come on…pumpkin. Come on over here… I promise, I'll try not to hurt you." The Joker giggles, as I walk towards him in the empty white room.

The Joker sits down on the carpeted floors and he pats the rug beside him, motioning me to sit there. So, I nervously do and decide to ask in a curious tone "So…you haven't killed Harvey Dent yet?" His eyes peer mysteriously at me and he asks in a low pitched tone "I don't want to kill Dent…" the Joker stops himself and I chew on my bottom lip understanding that Harvey was his ace in the whole…and well, that plan hasn't been brought to justice yet.

The Joker takes out a pack of cards and starts to shuffle them as I continue to wonder, at what time…. exactly…during the movie…I was placed in. The Joker licks his bottom lip and starts telling me the rules of strip poker, as I aimlessly not follow along. I look over at him and mention, trying to sound calm "Bad luck with the failure of killing the mayor, huh?"

I smile at my attempt to make conversation with him. But suddenly my happy face disappears, as his dark eyes turn black. His hands drop the cards and he slowly turns his head to me and asks in low voice "Wh-which one of my clowns told you about that?" My eyes widen realizing that maybe I was placed before all of that. I shrug my shoulders at him; he chuckles before continuing, "You don't know? Well, I guess I will just have to kill them all…"

He pauses before saying "I'll be right back, beautiful.." He starts to stand but I grab on his hand and pull him down onto the carpet before shouting "No! Don't! I mean, it's not their fault!" The Joker laughs loudly at my actions before he lets go my hand and says, "Woah- if you wanted me to stay… you should have just asked, Puddin'".

I grin at him, before he takes my head in his hands, like he had done to Rachel, except no knife lingers upon my face this time, thankfully. I stare into his eyes and he knits his eyebrows at me before his devilish grin appears once again onto his lips. I start to paint again; scared beyond belief and he notices that my smile disappeared, so he sweeps a hand through my soft hair before asking "Why so serious?"

Oh God no…he's not going to kill me, is he? He looks deep into my eyes and I look into his before his tongue flicks out across his lips. I look down at it…remembering the many times his tongue lingered around his lips during the movie and how many times I have wanted that tongue on my…. oh god, the thought crosses my mind, and I uncontrollably start to giggle.

The Jokers eyebrows knit once again and he starts to giggle also at my strange laugh. I stop my sheepish giggling as he does and then he leans in closer to my lips while saying "You know…there is something strange about you." He stops, his voice becomes low and husky as he says "And I like…it."

He finally lets go of my face and continues in his famous voice "So…your mine for the night, beautiful. Have any objections?" He picks up the cards and deals them as I start to be a little more daring. I mean, two can play at his game, right? Plus, I know this character… I can beat him at his own game. I smile at him and pick up my cards as I ask "Does that mean that your mine for the night too, Mr. Joker?"

His head lurches upwards at me, and he drops his cards once again while he growls directly into my face "You're a bit of a mocker…hmm?" I shake my head once again, the terror running over my bones as I stutter out "N-no, I'm…. not. I'm just…" The Joker grabs my hand with his palms once again and says with a crooked smile "Just what? Trying to fit in…thinking that maybe, if you play along with my little game, that I'll let you go…hmm? Is that what you think, doll face?"

I close my eyes for a second then open them to honestly answer "I just thought th-that…" The Joker leans in closer towards my ear and mutters softly into it "You see…that's society's problem. Don't think…just do." I look into his eyes and understand his theory…. the no plan jig. I look deeply, once again into his eyes…wanting desperately to see the mirror like image to Heath underneath.

The Joker moves away, glances down at his cards and says in a husky tone "This is strip poker…and I bet your…de-lic-ious shirt." I look down at my blouse, gulp, look down at my cards, smile and whisper back "And I bet your make-up." The Joker chuckles at this, puts three other cards down and mutters as he sees two aces fall and one jack. "Well, lookie here. Two aces and a j-jack."

I smile and place my cards down, while saying "Two pairs…two aces, and two jacks…" He laughs loudly at this and places his cards down while saying "Ahhh…good, but not good enough. 4 aces…" My eyes widen and then suddenly the Joker licks at his bottom lip and watches me hungrily as he says sternly "Take it off."

I shake my head and yell loudly "You cheated!" His tongue runs over his lips and leans over the cards towards me. I move away but he grabs my head once again, while he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a knife. I gasp as the cool metal lingers directly at my throat. The Joker leans towards my ear and mutters in a low tone "If you won't take it off…I'll just have to do it for you."

I close my eyes and shake my head and then suddenly, I feel cool metal rising up my stomach and towards my chest. I open my eyes just as the Joker rips the blouse right off me. His lips bend down towards my neck as he whispers "As I said… your mine for the night." His teeth harshly bite my neck and I scream from both the pain and the pleasure. He giggles at this and whispers, again in my ear "Next time…I'll be your pants."

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