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When they arrived at this new room Eve looked around and was certainly surprised. It was big. There was a fresh king sized bed, a miniature fridge, a closet, and a door leading to what she hoped, was a bathroom. A small TV sat on a nightstand in the corner, along with a chair. This room had obviously been taken into special care. The bed had looked so comfortable. The walls weren't dirty like the other room, but yet perfectly white and clean. The floor was what looked like a brand new roll out rug. Was this for her?

"Why can't I just go home?" She asked leaning against the doorway, her body hurting all over.

The Joker walked in and gestured for her to walk into the room too. She followed. He closed the door and locked it while she found a seat on the bed. She was a little annoyed he didn't answer her question, but oh the bed was comfortable. Eve's back ached from sleeping on that cold floor. He walked through the door on the opposite side of the room and to her surprise, and excitement it was a bathroom. He closed the door and didn't come out for what seemed like forever. Eve just stared at the door waiting, not wanting to touch anything.

When he emerged from the bathroom his make-up was gone again. His hair was still greenish, ran through, and pulled back though. In his hands he held what look like medical supplies. He set them down on the bed and pulled the only chair in the room in front of her. "Give me your arm, beautiful."

Eve felt like giving up. She didn't care anymore. Fighting him wasn't an option. She held out her left arm, and finally looked at the wound herself, flinching when he touched it. She still hadn't fully remembered the passed two days so how it had happened was a total blur. The stitches looked horrible. He was examining her arm for a minute or two when he finally spoke again. "I wantuh you to know, this will hurt." He licked his lips and took his blade out again. The Jokers expression changed from serious to puzzled when he set the knife down on the bed and got up from his chair. "Lay down." he commanded. Eve obliged immediately. He walked over to the closet and started searching through a box. After pulling out a few belts he walked back over to her and took his jacket off.

"What're you doing?" she asked. It wasn't a scared question, it was simply curiosity.

"Can'tuh have you moving when I reapply these stitches can I?" He answered taking one of the belts and wrapping it around her ankle and attaching it to the footboard on the bed. He repeated the step for her other ankle. When it came to doing her right wrist, he surprised her by crawling onto her on the bed and straddling her. His face was all business as he strapped her down. Eve held herself stiller than a dead body struck with rigor-mortis. The feeling of his body on hers sickened her. Especially after losing her child. He was heavy. His thighs were tight around her waist. After he strapped her in tight he maneuvered himself so that his face was dangling right above hers, a few strands of hair fell towards her face. "Why so serious?" Joker whispered in a low voice, then licked his lips, which were not even two inches above hers. He climbed off of her and sat back down in his chair, rendering her speechless.

When he picked his knife back up and grabbed her arm, Eve flinched. Slowly he slipped the tip of the blade under another stitch and yanked it upwards.

"Oh FUCK!" Eve yelled, sucking air in through her teeth, and trying to pull her arm away. She felt the blood beginning to rush out of her wound again. "Can't you just snip them off with- OOOWWEEE!" She screamed again after he pulled another one through. Her breath started coming rapidly. Eve wanted to get up and move, she tried to move, but she was tightly bound to the bed. He ripped the last three out while she thrashed her head, screamed, and tried to get out of his grip. When he stopped to wipe the blood up, Eve opened her mouth again, this time actually hoping for an answer. "If you did this, why are you cleaning it? Why are you stitching it if you already fucked it up?" She sniffled and waited. Finally he stopped wiping her wrist and leaned back in his chair.

"Ahh. Funny worlduh we live in. You did this to yourself." He licked his lips and cleaned his blade of before continuing. "Where do people get off these days blaming others? Does it hurtuh to take responsibil-it-y nowadays?" After Eve glared at him in disbelief for a few seconds he realized she didn't remember and laughed.

"Why is this funny to you? I have no memory of trying to kill myself and your fucking laughing?" She tried to move again but she was held back. "What the hell happened to me?" this time she spoke in a more pleading tone. Joker popped up and sat down next to her on the bed. He was staring at her. He started from her waist, examining her small abdomen and worked his way up towards her left bloody wrist, the gash open and blood still slowly spilling off the edge of the fresh wound. As he made it to her face he brought his hand up to cup her cheek. Her grey eyes looked tired and sore, and her lips were swollen from screaming and crying. He didn't bother looking at the marks,tear streaks, cuts and bruises on her. Eve shivered as his gaze radiated insanity.

"While you were jogging in the park, Dear, I was notuh the one to whack the back of your pretty. Little. Head." He giggled and grabbed her chin in a vice grip again. "They hit you, and dragged you under a tree. You know, as I recall, they were touching you, and grabbing you. Oh you fought them off for a bituh, but they gotcha. Before they could put a bullet right through your headuh, Sweets, I got to them first." he made a little movement with his fingers and let go of her chin. "In fact, I saved you."

"Why?" she was taken aback. So she didn't fight him? She didn't cause the scratches on his face? "Who did that to your face?" she asked.

Joker looked away from her now facing forward. "The Batman did most. You didn't actually enjoy being tied up though."

Eve forgot about the struggle with crime outside of her own little world. "Did they-"

"No."

"I'm bleeding everywhere." Eve sighed looking at her wrist. She figured she wasn't getting any answers about important things right now. Joker jumped off the bed and back into his chair, examining his tools and laying them all out on the bed near her wrist. "How'd you know about my..." she stopped, not able to say the next words.

"You talk in your sleepuh." He reached over and grabbed the bottle of peroxide in his pile of tools. "This will...hurt a bit." As he poured the peroxide on her wound Eve clenched her teeth and didn't cry. He wiped the wound free of blood and peroxide then grabbed out the surgical sutures.

"Ugh," she sighed and looked away from him.

Joker began stitching her up, and she couldn't hold in her cries of pain.