I don't own any Batman characters :] Just my own.
Eve let out a scream and tried to pry her arm away from him, but his grip was firm. She wasn't going anywhere. "Please, let me go. Why me?" she pleaded tears streaming down her bruised face.
The Joker looked at her with what looked like sincerity for a minute and dropped her arm. " Alright toots, the door's open. Run for it." He looked down like he really meant it, and licked his lips. Eve studied his face so she wouldn't make the wrong move. After a few silent seconds passed she gripped the chair with her now bloodied hand and stood up, almost slipping because of her wet grip. As soon as she took one step the Joker cackled, his demeanor changing entirely and he slammed her back down onto the chair. "You are...too much fun..." he grumbled to her, rubbing his hand up and down her cheek.
Eve didn't know what to do. "Am I going to die?" she asked him, all pleading and worry out of her voice. She was serious. She finally raised her eyes to his. He didn't answer her. " Am I?" she asked again. He just glared at her through his black eyes. "Answer me!" she yelled.
Joker quickly raised the hand with the knife in it to her throat. He pressed the edge into her neck, just enough to nick the skin. She seethed through her teeth. "Atatatat," he clucked, and lick his lips. "I would be careful when ituh comes to giving orders around here, beautiful. The last time you tried that, well you've seen your face. I guess you'll just have to find thatuh out won't you." With that he retracted the knife from her neck and just stared at her for a minute. Her tears had stopped, and she used her right hand to wipe the wetness off her cheeks. "You know, I'm glad I don't have to tie you upuh anymore. I'm not really into all that. That first night was so...brutal. Do you even remember?" She shook her head. He licked his lips again and stroked her messy blood red hair. "You were uh-" a clown masked man came in as he started speaking, he was loaded with a gun.
"Boss, we're about to leave for the run, we need you."
The Joker nodded and stepped away from Eve, looking back at her as he walked out of the door. After he had left and shut the door behind him, she let out a long exhale and sighed. What did happen that first night? Was that why she lost her memory for a bit? She thought back to the night she was taken. She was jogging, but something was off. She was jogging to run away from the days earlier events. As she remembered more she realized what had happened. The doctors office...that day her life had crumbled. She brought her hand to her abdomen and retched while she remembered.
Eve had been pregnant. Six or seven weeks or so along to be exact. She went to get her first ultrasound, and there was the baby, perfect little growing egg. When she had returned home afterwards, her stomach started feeling queasy, so thinking it was just morning sickness she had run to the bathroom. After sitting near the toilet and not throwing up, she stood up and stared at herself in the mirror when another pain struck her. It felt like menstrual cramps, but the pain was multiplied. The pain was so harsh she had to sit down on the toilet and let it pass. She held her head in her hands for a while until the pain had subsided. Staring down at her pants she noticed a dark stain near her zipper and walked over to the mirror, turning around to look her her pants from behind. The stain was huge. She instantly pulled her pants off to see that it was blood. Her blood. Tears stung her eyes and fell onto the floor. Immediately she called her doctor, changed her clothes and headed back to his office. There was bad news. The baby was gone. She miscarried. She went jogging to get her mind off of it. As she jogged, a blunt forced crashed into her head and she passed out.
Coming back to reality after her memory came back was harsh. Eve needed air. She needed out of this box. Eventually she crawled to the wall again and cried. She cried until she couldn't anymore and fell asleep curled in fetal position on the cold, hard, rusted floor.
As Eve awoke a few hours later, she realized the lights weren't on again, so the room was dim. Her throat was sore from crying, and her eyes burned even though the light was low. When she finally refocused, she saw the joker sitting in the chair across from her. He startled her and she jumped, banging the back of her head against the dirty wall. His make up was fully on now, and he had on his matching indigo jacket. Instinctively she looked around for a clock, but didn't see one.
"Ahh, I can see you remember now." he spoke softly, with his arms crossed over his chest. He leaned back in the chair, and stretched his legs out.
"Kill me..." Eve whispered, curling her legs up to her chest on the floor. She didn't look up at him, but closed her eyes.
"Now now, we're going to take a walk. Your treatment doesn'tuh seem to be ...working." She could hear his lips smack open, and assumed he licked them. After hearing the chair creak along the floor she looked up and he was standing right above her, holding out his hand, like he did earlier. Or was it the day before? Eve didn't know. This time, she grabbed it and he pulled her up.
"Where are we going?" she asked in a low voice, almost a whisper. She stood next to this man. The maniacal criminal known as the joker. He was tall, a little over six feet. He towered over her. He bent his head down towards her ear and let out a breath. Her body covered itself in goosebumps.
"Your new room."
