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Chapter 7: Ramen Noodles

Speaking about timing, I heard a knock at the front door and the Riddler walked over to look through the crack. I saw him mouth a few words to whoever was at the door and then watched to see who was coming in when the green guy opened the door. The man who walked in had me a little confused as to whether I should be relieved or give up what little hope I had left. The Scarecrow had his burlap sack over his face and he was wearing a ripped, yet form-fitting black suit. I heard him mutter to the Riddler that he was being stupid to challenge the Batman so openly, and then he looked at me.

The Scarecrow's icy blue eyes widened a bit as I assumed he was recognizing me, and the corners crinkled a bit...I could imagine the sickly grin under that sack. Well if its not just one frickin train wreck after another, I should just move to Metropolis.

"Eddy, you didn't tell me the woman you had was the Joker's Beauty." The Scarecrow told the Riddler. He walked over to me and started petting my head like I was a house hold pet. "I don't know Crow she doesn't live up to her name if you ask me." Said the Riddler.

In a matter of seconds, the Scarecrow had whipped around and shot a poof of gas into the Riddler's face and ripped the gag out of my mouth. He then went behind me and started cutting the ropes gluing me to the chair.

"Sorry Eddy, but no one will talks about my Kitten that way. Now, will you come with me or will you wait for this man to wake up and continue to hold you here for his own gain. I can promise you that I will be a much more gracious host." I could tell the Crow was still smiling maniacally under that sack from the manic way in which he was speaking to me. Kitten? Either way it sounded better than being tied and gagged again.

I got up and started to walk behind the Crow and out of the warehouse I've apparently been in for around a week. The walk down the sidewalk was a little chilly and boy was I hungry. All I wanted out of life was a carton of ice cream and to be back in my apartment. I was thinking of all the flavors I wanted to cram down my throat when my vision went dark. I stopped in my tracks and the man behind me walked right into my back, putting my body against something I didn't want it to be against. He reached around and put his arm around my neck and pulled me harder against his form.

"Sorry Kitten but I wouldn't want you to know how to run away from Jonathon and I again. The Clown took you the last time but this time I will be sure to keep you." He whispered this into my ear and took my elbow, pulling me along for a total of about 30 minutes before we stopped and made our way through a building. I was beginning to wonder if I would ever get my ice cream and decided it was probably better to worry about whether or not I was actually better off with this guy then with the Riddler. I mean not only was my funny man still looking for me but I didn't know what would happen when Jonathon took over, I mean I've only technically talked to him once and that was on the phone.

He took the strip of fabric off of my eyes and I saw that we were in what looked like an old abandoned apartment complex. It smelled musty, like old books, it was a nice smell. I turned around to the other person in the room and saw that he was taking off his mask. "I see you made it back in one piece, though I am surprised at the cargo you tugged along." He said to himself. He looked at me and I knew it was Jonathon. His cold and calculating eyes bore through me and there was no hint of a smile on his face. Well this would be interesting to say the least. He walked to the closet in the hallway and came back with a towel, he shoved in my face and gestured to the bathroom.

"You have been unbathed for at least a week, please use anything in the shower you see fit and clean yourself up Child." I guess he was telling me I was stinking up his place and that I needed to fix that. Well, it may have been insulting but I agreed with him. I walked into the bathroom and turned the shower on hot, oh yea, that's the stuff. I didn't want to think about my fucked up life anymore than I had to, so I was going to have to make the best of my situation with the double mess out there until I can leave and make jokes with my clown again.

I wasn't going to think of what that Mess's voice did to me the last time I saw him, and try to worm my way out of this. Not like I had much to look forward to if I did. There were only so many joys in life when you lived to wash clothes. Oh well. I got out of the shower, stepping onto the tile I saw that he had taken my dirty clothes and replaced them with a black robe, wonderful. I wanted to have more between me and him, but at least I didn't have to put the dirty stuff back on my clean skin. I threw it on and left the bathroom. I didn't see Crane much less even hear him. I traveled into the kitchen hoping I could find something to appease my screaming stomach.

There was a plate of ramen noodles on the table and a skulking Crane in the corner. He looked at me and with his arms crossed almost petulantly in front of him he motioned to the hot noodles on the table and said "Those are for you, I figured you haven't eaten in awhile. Sorry I don't have anything better, I'm not usually here much less eating."

He had a blush on his face, probably embarrassed of his food selection. Oh well, it was food. I sat down and took a big bite. I looked at him with big eyes and told him it was delicious. He looked pleased with himself and stopped blushing, replaced with a smirk he sat down across from me at the table. "So you like it then?" He looked so hopeful, if I dare say it, Jonathon Crane was being kinda cute.

Well I never thought this would happen, goddam. These noodles tasted like Jesus after not having anything to eat while I was unconscious. I took a gulp of hot broth and moaned in satisfaction. The next thing I knew I was on the floor and Jonathon was pinning my arms above my head. I looked at the crazy smile on his face and knew that Scarecrow had come out to play.

"That's right Kitten, purr for me!" He crashed down on me and started kissing me like he was starving. He was bruising my lips, and eventually my mouth opened to him. He took this opportunity to use his tongue to map out my mouth. Well fuck this dude could kiss. I didn't have much choice but to accept it, being pinned down. It all ended a few seconds after it started when the door crashed down and the Joker stormed in like all hell had broken loose.

He looked down at us and ripped the Scarecrow off with so much force he slammed into the kitchen table with enough momentum to break it. "Well I see Riddles wasn't lying when he told me where to find my Rainbow. I had to punish him for taking her away in the first place but I, uh, guess I have to punish the Crow for touching my property." He took out a knife and walked over to the unconscious Scarecrow. My funny man was being particularly frightening. It was the first time he wasn't laughing, or at least smiling for a long space of time with me.

He was about to reach Crane when I grabbed his arm and said "Wait! Please don't. I just want to go home Joker." He looked at me, and then he looked at Crane. Then he looked at my lips and growled, ripping off his trench coat. He wrapped it around me and we left, getting into the back of a van waiting outside. I've never seen the Clown this mad, and I don't think I liked it. He punched the side of the van, making a pretty sizable dent. I decided it was better to not say anything, I elected huddling in the corner was a better idea.

We pulled up to my apartment and went inside, where Joker started ripping things out of all the drawers and throwing everything in the middle of the room. I yelled at him to stop and all he did was continue his bitch fit. "Look Joker, I can't change what happened with Scarecrow, but it wasn't my choice! Stop tearing my home apart and talk to me!"

He walked over to me and started talking "Look Doll, I have been searching all over Gotham for you. And, uh, I find that I don't like not knowing where you are. I. Do. Not. So I've decided were moving. Were going to one of my places, that way I'll know where you are. I've been having my men preparing a place for awhile now so it's all set. It just needs your pretty little face in it." He laughed so hard I started questioning if he was still mad or not, stupid question. He started cursing Scarecrow out and giggling while he discussed with himself how he was going to murder him.

"I'm not moving Joker." Wrong choice, the way he looked at me I wished I hadn't even opened my fuckin mouth.

"Well, I'm sorry Doll but you are".He flung me over his shoulder and started walking away from my place, for all I knew, for the last time.