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Chapter Six:

I was beginning to wonder what was going on lately. I've gone from the loner who washes dirty laundry to spending a lot of my time with the Joker, and unfortunately still washing dirty laundry. He has made my apartment his to come lately, though a lot of the time he's gone doing something or other, I don't think I want to know. Most of the time I'll run into him when I'm leaving for work or when I'm settling down for the night.

My place has lost its usual amber musky scent and instead smells like gasoline and gun powder, I blame the damned clown. Well, I guess I don't really see him that much after all, he always mumbles about preparing and stuff like that. Well, whatever. His jokes here and there are enough to keep me entertained, who wouldn't find this guy funny? His dark humor is actually quite like mine in a way.
I sit up in my bed and looked at the clock, 5am. Well shit, I woke up an hour early. Oh well, might as well get ready. I pulled on a pair of sweats and right away started dying. The thermostat in the corner read 95 degrees, and I immediately pulled out a mint green t-shirt and threw it on. By the way, I have made a habit of locking my bedroom door at night much to the Joker's chagrin. If he had his way he would apparently be sharing my room with me.

Even though he says this, I've never actually seen him sleep; so when I unlocked my door and went into the living room I was very surprised to see him passed the heck out on my floor. It looked as if he came in, threw off his coat, vest, and shirt and dropped. I guess it was pretty dark the last time I saw the skin of his torso, either that or I was really embarrassed. I say this because now that I looked again, I saw all the scars. It looked as if he had scars from bullets from knives, and from who knew what else. Most of them were a pearly white, suggesting they happened quite a while ago; on the other hand a lot of them were an angry red or pink. There were even some wounds with fresh blood, he better not be staining my carpet or I would kill him. Goddamn, what does he do every night? It looks like he went through a cheese grater.

I went to the closet and took out some peroxide and a wash cloth and set them down next to him and grabbed my keys. I headed out to work and figured he would take care of himself; he was a big clown now. Paulie wasn't back to work yet, apparently his daughter was severely injured in the car crash, so yet again I was alone in the wash room. I was going to have to put in a complaint to the big guys up in the Asylum about staffing.

At least there wasn't much work to be done today, just a few dozen loads of regular laundry. No hazmat precautions needed to be taken in the special room so overall my day was going pretty peachy. So many different detergents so many scents it all became a blur of senses to me over the course of the day. Great. I felt a headache coming on, this was no better than working in a fuckin bath and body works with overzealous customers spraying every single goddamn body spray.

I went to my locker to get my ibuprofen hoping it would help to the trick. When I opened the locker, my stuff was not there, instead there was a giant question mark illuminated in green. What the actual hell was this? Where were my goddamned drugs!? There was a note on the question mark, I picked it up and began to read.

"What smells like every cleaner on the market, but has a mouth dirtier than the sewers of Gotham?"

Uhh, the Fuck? Oh, wait. That sounds an awful lot like…me. I heard a rustle from behind when I heard a man whisper in my ear, "You." I whirled around in time to see a flash of green and then something hit me over the head. I'm going to be surprised if I don't have permanent skull damage the way things were going lately; I thought this as I once again entered oblivion.

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I opened my eyes and decided I might as well start giving up wondering where I am after I wake up from a head injury. The bad guy always reveals himself when he gives you the lame speech about his motives anyways so I decided to just sit tight. Not that I had any choice in the matter seeing as I was sitting, tied very tightly to a chair. Well, oh well I guess. The only thing I was wondering is how long I was out; the blood on my forehead was dried and crusty based on the heavy itchy feeling. Was my funny fiend wondering where I was, did he even care? I better still be getting paid for the work I did at the laundry room. I guess I might not have to care about that seeing as though I didn't know whether or not I was going to come out of this alive or not.

Based on the question mark and the note, I was going to have to guess I was abducted by the Riddler. Joker had made a few jokes about the guy wining a lot in the cell next to him about being smarter than anyone else. Why would he want to take me? I guess I was about to find out due to the door on the other side of the room starting to creak open.

In walked a red headed man in a green suit and a crazy domino mask. Goddam were all the Rogues super tall, or was it just the three that I have met? What the fuck ever, just shut up Rain so you can get outta here.

"Well hello there Ms. Rain. It's a delight to have you here! I've set a number of riddles up for the Bat, but I wouldn't rely on him too much. He's much too dumb to solve my riddles!" Said the man in green. I couldn't exactly respond due to the rag in my mouth, but I highly doubted the Bat was too dumb, more the Riddler was a little too confident.

"By the way Rain, what exactly are you to the Joker? Are you one of his goons? I haven't heard of him taking many women into his work force, though I guess I could never predict that loon of a man. He has been blowing up the other Rogues for information on you. Actually, he has been practically burning down all of Gotham looking for you, this could make you quite valuable to me seeing as I have never seen him value something quite as much as you. I find it to be a riddle even I can't solve!" He said all this while he circled my chair, and I was hoping my funny man didn't hurt too many people while he has apparently been looking for me.

I suppose he did care about me, more than I thought at least. It made me feel a little warm and fuzzy on the inside, and if I am allowed to feel it….it made me feel a little pretty. It made me feel beautiful, and it made me feel wanted. At least if the Riddler killed me, I would die feeling like someone besides my sister would be sad about it. Shit, life had such bad timing sometimes.