Authors Note:

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Chapter 5:

"Jack…" I breathed out into the morning air. The morning air? What? The last I remember, we were in the bathroom. I look around and realized that I was completely naked on a balcony of some sort, high up above the ground. I blushed a bright red and wrapped myself up with the blankets that laid beneath me.

I closed my eyes, as I felt the warm wind hit my cheeks and suddenly I started to remember last night's events. I giggled to myself, as I relished in the thought that I had just slept with the Joker…once, or was it twice? And then I realized, that I had no idea where he was.

I sighed, wrapped the blankets around myself tighter and opened the balcony door and let myself in. I closed the door behind me and picked up the ends of the blankets so that I could walk properly, and hopefully not fall and trip right onto my face. I examined the room and realized that it was just being constructed. There was coal everywhere, and the white paint smelled completely new.

I smirked as I looked around the room, looking for my lover. I called out to him, hoping to hear is voice in return "Ugh…Jack?" I cleared my throat and began to call out again "Jack, you there?" I wrinkled my eyebrows up and down once, and then it hit me. The pain, the unbearable pain coming from my arms, my chest, and my legs.

I let the blanket fall down around my ankles and I gasped at the sight that I saw. I looked down at myself, to see bruises upon my arms. I saw small cuts around my chest, and even more bruises upon my legs. I gulped and realized that the Joker might have been too rough with me last night.

Abruptly, I picked up my blanket and wrapped it tightly around myself…slowly, still trying to breath from the pain rising from my body. I felt ashamed…I felt ugly. I shook the thought away and decided to consume myself in finding the Joker. I took a few more steps towards a closed door, knocked on it and called "Jack?"

I opened the door slowly and gasped at the sight I saw. Three men, holding clown masks appeared were sitting down. The three of them were watching television, while holding a bunch of beer cans in their hands along with their masks. Two were young and the other one was middle aged. The once sitting in the middle called out to me first, he was actually quite handsome.

He chuckled first and said without looking back at me "The Joker had some business to take care of…he said you should watch this." He pointed to the screen as I walked in, still wrapped in that blanket. I started to watch the television and then I saw Harvey Dent speaking. I smiled and said to the clowns "He's not dead…"

They rolled their eyes at me and the young, handsome one said, "Just watch, Princess." And suddenly, the screen started to turn fuzzy and then an unfinished construction apartment appeared on the screen. I bit my lip as I continued to watch the screen. All of a sudden, I heard giggles coming from the screen, and I jumped realizing that those were the Joker's giggles.

Then came a woman's voice from the apartment and she called out for him. I began to suddenly get very envious…when did this happened? I mean…it looked like it was nighttime in the video. I tried to hide my furious face with my hands, as the video finally became clearer and less shaky.

The Joker came into view, on the screen and then he opened the balcony door and suddenly something felt too familiar. That looked exactly like the balcony door I has just walked through. I gasped realizing what he had done! The clowns started to laugh maniacally as the screen showed myself and the Joker having…. Oh no!

I breathed in and out quickly before finally the screen only showed a freeze frame that said, "We are having technical difficulties… Please Stand by." He used me! The clowns were still laughing loudly and suddenly I felt a sudden rash stain of fury pressed upon my heart. I walked over to one of the clowns and took an empty beer bottle and threw it against the television, letting it smash into a hundred pieces…static's of electricity flying everywhere.

The clowns looked over at me, with a shocked expression and this time, the middle aged one spoke loudly "Hey! You're going to have to pay for that!" I bit my lip and whispered, "You knew about this?" The young, handsome one spoke again "It's a social experiment…don't take it so personally. Your lucky he didn't kill you." I shook my head in disbelief and marched out the room quickly to try to find my clothes. I spotted the bathroom door and ran towards it while tears slowly dripped down my face.

He was right! Stupid Joker...he wanted to cause me pain…and he did. Cruel, cruel emotional…pain. And physical… I had not forgotten about my bruises and cuts. I finally reached the door and kicked it open, angry at how stupid I had been! I walked into the bathroom to see the Joker standing in front of the mirror. He saw me through the reflection in the mirror and chuckled as I stared at him, full with rage.

He opened the faucet and stretched his hands in the water while saying "Good morning, sugar plum. I hope your surprise was…everything you thought it would be." He laughed loudly at this and I was beginning to lose my nerve. I let the blanket fall around me, startling him with my sudden naked presence.

I walked up behind him, as he eyed me carefully in the mirror. He giggled and asked "Ready for round two, beautiful?" I smiled sarcastically in return and then clenched my fist and punched him directly in the back as hard as I could have. He moved forward, his head smashing the mirror, crushing it into a million small pieces.

I bit my lip, suddenly shocked at myself…. but damn… that felt good to do. I watched him raise his head, shaking off the glass that had fallen into his hair. I licked my bottom lip and muttered something that only he would say "Oh…be careful…. that's 7 years bad luck for you." I referred to the broken mirror obviously, and he didn't take kindly to that. He turned around, giggling and then looked at me with a strange expression. He smiled and said "Well… I'm guessing you saw our little Blockbuster hit. Hmmm?" He smirked at me and I scoffed at him before yelling, "Why would you do something like that?"

He removed a rather large piece of glass from his blonde-green hair and held it in his hand tightly before saying "Hey…you volunteered, beautiful. Plus…it was nothing personal." I rolled my eyes and softly murmured under my breath "Yeah… just like when you killed Rachel." He tilted his head to the side, licked his bottom lip slowly and asked in a curious tone "What?"

He took a few steps towards me, still holding the piece of glass in his hand. I gulped before I replied "You know…when you dress up as nurse…and talk to Harvey about Rachel's death." He looked at me in shock and asks softly "How the fuck do you all this?" I bit my lip and reply back as honestly as I could "You know…you're a liar. It's all part of the plan…. you don't just do things…you plan them, and watch them unfold!"

The Joker laughed at this and then pinned me, into the door behind me. He held the thin piece of glass against my neck and held my naked body in his other hand. I breathed in and out as he scratched the top of my chest with the piece of glass, causing a thin cut at the end of my neck. I bit my lip from the newly, fresh stinging and he looked into my eyes as he whispered, "Do you know how foolish you are, pumpkin?"

It suddenly hits me that I had just tried to hurt the Joker. I opened my mouth a little bit, to answer his question "I'm st-starting to-to realize." I can't believe I'm stuttering, I was trying to show him how tough I was…and well, it wasn't going to work. He laughed at my answer and then asked "So, what did you think of the little show…hmm?"

He smacked his lips together and I replied casually "Well, the lighting was a bit off…but.." I paused and raised my voice "What the hell do you think I thought? You used me for some type of sick joke!" He giggled and replied sarcastically "Me? Jokes? No…. you must have me confused for another clown."

He chuckled again and I rolled my eyes and whispered, "Not all of your jokes are funny…" He nodded, shrugged at me and asked "But some are?" I raised my eyebrows because I was given the most perfect chance, to convince him of who I really was…and all that I knew about him.

"Yes…" I caught him off guard, so I wiggled my way out of his grasp. I continued, "Well… when you slammed that guys head into a pencil, that was funny. Sick…but funny. Umm…when you killed all your men at that bank, that was funny…once again, sickly horrible…but funny." He looked into my eyes with full confusion and then he asked while stifling a giggle "What? Are you my stalker or something?"

He paused, pushed me into the cold wall of the bathroom, while yelling into my face "Tell me who told you!" I smiled at him and whispered "Mr. Napier, don't yell at me." Oh god... I hope I'm not testing him too much. His eyes widened and he released his grasp of me, while saying in a shocked tone "No…living…person…knows that. How do you?"

I bit my lip and replied "I already told you…yesterday." The Joker rolled his eyes at me and said "And people say… I'm crazy…you're the Looney. You think that Gotham doesn't exist? Ha!" He laughed at me and I couldn't bare to hear him laugh any longer…it was just too much. So, I muttered in return "Your right… I made up that story."

The Joker looked down at my naked figure, as if he had just noticed that I did not have any clothes on. He released an evil grin and said, "Well, you're free to go. It was…. entertaining…while it lasted." I shook my head in response, no way am I leaving now…. after all that has happened.

"You wanna know…" I pointed down at myself, "…how I got these scars?" The Joker looked at me bitterly. Good, he had to realize that I was telling the truth. So, I continued "Well…I'll make it short, you see. My father…was a drinker…and a fiend. One day, he goes all crazier than usual; mommy gets the kitchen to knife to defend herself. He doesn't like that…not…one…bit. So… he turns to me…laughing while he does it…sticks the blade in my mouth…and says…. why so serious?"

I smile at him as his eyes start to widen even more, so I continue "Let's put a smile on that face." The Joker's bottom lip trembles, before he growls and pushes me back onto the door. He grabs my head with his hands and starts to mutter harshly "I don't know what your trying to do…but your getting awfully…. boring to me. I don't like things that are boring. You know what I do with things that are boring?"

I gulp and mutter hastily back "You fuck them? (Pause) You fuck them and then leave them sour?" The Joker pushes me hard against the door while saying in a muddy tone "No… I dispose of them." I shake my head and whisper, "I'm not scared of you. I like clowns…and the Joker happens to be my favorite kind."

He looks directly into my eyes; his black one's becoming frozen, while he speaks in a more mild tone "This place…that you say you're from. Is there anarchy?" I chuckle for a second at the question and reply "Of course…chaos…and everything else that there is in Gotham, except for you and the Batman, and everybody else in Gotham."

The Joker licks his bottom lip quickly before saying "You mean, there's a place out there…in the world…where there's no Batman to get in way…and I'm not there?" I gulp and ask in soft tone "Where are you going with this?" The Joker smirks, lets me go and whispers, "Well, lead the way." I open my mouth in shock, as my response. Oh God…but I don't know how to get back.

The Joker points towards the door and I reply back "What if I don't know how to get back?" The Joker takes me by my hair and whispers directly into my ear "Then…you die." I nod, and chuckle nervously "Let me put on my clothes first…" I start to stall and the Joker watches me bend down to pick up my clothes while saying "The view is awfully nice from up here." I knit my eyebrows in return and start to put my clothes back on.

The Joker opens the door to the bathroom, while saying "After you…" I shake my head and say to him "I…do-don't want to go back." He looks at me, laughs and says "And why not? You want to stay here…in Gotham. With me, you know one day I'll kill you." I smile at him and reply back "I don't think you will." He bites his bottom lip in confusion, before I continue, "…besides…all is fair in love and war. I'll take my chances. Besides, I have to get you back for what you did to me."

The Joker eyes me carefully and whispers while he grabs me closer to him, "You know… I've never met someone like you." I smile in return, nod and reply, "I'm willing to bet on it." His hand starts to rise up my shirt and then I move away while saying, "Are you going to video tape it?" The Joker slams his lips to mine brutally and when he stops kissing me, he bites my bottom slowly while replying "Not…this…time…"

Authors Note:

Well, that's the end of this situation.

The next situation will be up here in a few days and will be labeled "Part 1".

I'm thinking a little Jack Napier...pre-Joker/ high school action.

I already have it written, so it will not take long to be up.

It still is in your own personal female perspective, so no worries.

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