So I love my readers! Thanks for wanting more! I go to school for looonnggg hours through the week so its hard for me to write so much! I'm trying! I do not own Batmannn characters!

Eve hugged the pillow until she passed out. Her head was spinning from the whiskey, and her heart was spinning from the rejection. A few hours later, she woke up to an empty room, with nothing but the white noise on the TV. The Joker must have come back, if even for a moment, she thought. Her head pounded, and she felt dizzy. The room was going around and round. " Oh fuck..." she mumbled holding her head. Slowly she crawled her way off the bed and stood up on her own. She stumbled her way to the bathroom and looked at herself in the mirror. Even after a day, most of her bodies bruises were faded.

As she stared at herself she started feeling sick. She only had on her bra and lace shorts. Trying to seduce the Joker? She wasn't thinking straight. It was the alcohol. She knew there was a reason she had never touched the stuff. A bout of rage ran through her and she punched the mirror. It spiderwebbed and she punched it again, the shards of glass falling into the sink and on the floor.

"Shit, shit, SHIT!" she screamed and cried. Her hand was dripping blood. She sat on the side of the cabinet between the toilet and rested her head against the wall while she sobbed to herself. After a while, she pulled her knees to her chest and fell asleep again.

When the Joker came in the room and didn't see Eve on the bed sleeping, he panicked. He looked around the room and saw the bathroom light was on so he quietly walked his way over to the door and peeked inside. In between the toilet and the cabinet he saw a tuft of red hair. As he slowly walked over to her he heard a crunch under his foot. Glass. He looked over at the shattered mirror, then down to the sink, and saw the blood.

"Evangeline?" he sang out.

No answer.

Joker took another step ,crouched down to her level, and looked at her. Her hand was full of caked blood, and it had dripped onto her legs before it dried. She was still almost naked. He reached out a hand to touch her cheek and try to wake her up, but she started mumbling.

"Pleassse, what's wronng..."

He cocked an eyebrow at her and listened some more.

"Ugh," she groaned. "Hurt mysellfff... stupiduh... but I like...it. The pain ohh," she moaned this time and he finally tapped her cheek a few times.

"Hey," he whispered at her.

Eve opened her eyes and was shocked the Joker was staring at her. Her first instinct was to jump back and she slammed her head back into the wall. "Oh what the fuck." she seethed.

He laughed at her and wrapped his arms around her back pulling her up. "Hurting yourself again?" He asked helping her over to the bed. She sat down and kept her gaze on her bare blood spotted knees.

"I didn't mean to.." she trailed. She saw his shoes walk out of her vision. After a minute she heard the shower go on. He came back to her and she looked up at him. He did come back earlier in the night, his make up was on now.

"Come on, bunny," he said walking back to the bathroom laughing. "Lets get that fur coat back to a nice white color."

Eve hopped off the bed and followed him into the bathroom. The tub was filled with water. She was about to get in when she realized she had to take the rest of her clothes off. "Ahem." she coughed. Joker turned his back to her and she undressed quickly and stepped in, the water was scorching hot. She nestled herself in and folded her knees to her chest, covering herself. "Okay," she whispered, and he turned around to face her. "Where did you go?" she asked him enjoying the comfortability of being naked in a tub with him standing right there.

"A friend of mine had some business with the Bat-uh. Just making sure my plans didn't fall through." he replied not taking his eyes off of hers.

"Well?"

"Let's just say this friend didn't make it through the night. Disappointing, but with him out of the way, I have so many opportunities for new operations. The town will crumble with his death." he laughed to himself, the noise sending chills down Eve's spine.

"Whose life did you fuck up now?" she grunted.

This set the Joker off. He bent down to her face and held onto the edge of the tub. "Last time I checkeduh, you're leading yourself into the worst case of self destruction i've ever seen." his demeanor changed and he smiled, flashing his yellow teeth. "Harvey Dent, was my ace in the hole. He may not have done what I'd liked, but ohh, he will break the spirit of the city."

"You killed Harvey Dent?" Eve gasped. Dent was the cities D.A. He'd just been in a tragic accident, his fiance had died. The more she thought about it she realized that it must have been the Joker who set the whole thing up.

"Atahtahtah, the Bat killed Harvey Dent."

"Oh, well that sucks." she smiled to herself. "I don't really care... I feel like i've got enough problems to deal with... everyone else's." she lifted her head off of her knees and grabbed the bar of soap from the side. Everything hurt that she touched. Her right hand was busted and her left wrist was burning from the stitches. She sighed and looked at the Joker, who was busy staring at his own hands. "Can you help me?"

"Feeling helpless?" he asked her taking the soap and grabbing her blood smeared hand. He soaped his hands up and massaged hers, starting with her fingers and making his way up her arm to her shoulder. He leaned over the tub and rubbed both of her shoulders.

"Just come in, I don't take up much room." she said looking him in the eyes.

The Joker gave her a puzzled look.

"What? I'm sure you've seen someone naked before," she couldn't help but laugh. "Please? I need help."

He sighed and started undressing. She put her hands over her eyes until he fully stepped into the tub with her. "Turn around." he ordered and she listened. She turned around so her bare back was up against his chest, and she was on his lap. He took the soap, rubbed his hands up and started massaging her shoulders again.

Eve relaxed into him as he made his way down her back, under the water, and down her sides towards her rib cage just underneath her breasts. When he didn't raise his hands to touch or grope her she felt the overwhelming disappointment creep up on her. Instead, he explored lower, rubbing her waist and skimming his hands over her thighs. He wasn't gentle nor rough, he was perfect, Eve thought. With one of his hands he brought it around the bottom of her navel. She sucked in air wanting him to go lower and he inched his way down until he found her sweet spot, using his thumb to rub her folds. Leaning back into him she moaned in utter pleasure.

He maneuvered his other hand to run its way up her side and rest on her chest while he touched her. Eve could feel him underneath her growing hard and it made her enjoy this moment all the more. Slowly, he inched a finger in her, not stopping the friction at her core. His other hand came up to her hair and pulled, so that her neck was exposed to him. He planted a kiss on her neck and another ecstasy filled moan escaped her. She turned her head as far as she could and met his lips with her own, feel release creeping up on her. He slipped another finger in her as they kissed and she shuddered, knowing what was coming. After a few more pumps of his fingers inside of her she let go a loud groan as the orgasm hit her.

The Joker held her for a minute until she stopped breathing heavy and leaned his head against her shoulder. "You're so much more beautiful when you're all vulnerable like this."

"Ahh," she moaned as he bit her, then kissed the spot he nibbled at. He was still rock hard against her bottom and she felt like this moment was a little unfair. She stood up and climbed out of the tub, not afraid of him seeing her and grabbed a towel off the rack. Carefully not stepping in the broken glass, she walked into the bedroom. The Joker followed her, backing her up into the wall. "Do you always treat your hostages like this?" she smiled at him, bringing her hands to his face.

He laughed at her, still in full makeup. "Only the ones that talk to me like you." he growled.

As he bent down to kiss her, they both heard the sound of gunshots reverberating off the walls down stairs. The Joker locked the door and ran to the bathroom to throw his clothes on, leaving Eve alone in the bedroom, shaking, clutching the towel tight to her chest. When the Joker came out he put his finger over his mouth and pulled her towards the bed. He pushed her down and she tried to say something but he put his hand over her mouth with force. He walked away for a minute and when he turned around he had belts in his hand again. Eve didn't fight him. She didn't know what was going on but she wasn't going to allow whatever was going on to know they were in here. He squeezed the belts as hard as they could go and she had to stifle a cry when he got to her wrist.

"Shh," he whispered at her as he took a blade from his pocket.

"What're you-" she stopped when he put the blade in her mouth and angled it to the side.

"This is going to be painful." he growled at her.

Tears filled in Eve's eyes. Was this really happening? She thought feeling the blade nick her inner cheek.

"Close your eyes, we don't have much time." He cupped her cheek and bent down to plant a kiss on her lips, with the blade still in her mouth, before holding her head steady, and ripping the blade through her cheek.