Here's chapter 7 :] i hope you like it, i do. This chapter went a little different then planned but it still works. I couldnt cut it down so you dont really get to see the BIG suprise but dont fret! It will be there next chapter.

Disclaimer: I dont own The Joker or Batman, thats all DC comics, I do own Annabelle tho.

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Surprisingly, being locked in this room wasn't as awful as you would think.

The bed was comfortable, the bathroom was clean, the room itself was oddly spacious, and well, it could have been worse. If I wasn't being held against my will I might have actually enjoyed it.

Waiting around for the Joker to saunter himself back into the room started to take its toll on me. My patience was wearing thin. After about a half hour of sitting on the bed waiting for that door to open I rolled my eyes in frustration and jumped off the bed, landing on my feet easily.

I paced across the room a few times, before finally making my way into the bathroom.

There was a mirror over the sink and I looked into it, seeing how awful I really looked. My eyeliner had smudged and left my eyes dark and black, almost covering up the giant bags under them. My hair, if I could call it that, looked like a bush on top of my head, sticking out in different directions. And my clothes were wrinkled and practically falling off of me.

The way I looked suddenly made me feel embarrassed so I turned on the shower. I let the glass walls of the shower steam over before I started to undress, which is when I realized I had no towel.

At this point I was in nothing but my bra and underwear, and I didn't feel like putting back on my clothes so I just started searching high and low for a towel. There was a closet in the bathroom so I made my way over to it, only to be disappointed when I opened it seeing no towels. But there were many washcloths.

Seeing that there were no towels in the bathroom, I walked out into the room almost forgetting where I was. I took three feet out of the bathroom and stopped dead in my tracks. Looking up, I saw that the room was empty and let myself loosen up.

First, I went over to the dresser, hoping there were towels in there that I hadn't seen before, but I wasn't that lucky. The next place I looked was under the bed. Maybe there were a few stashed under the rickety bed frame. Again, no. Instead it was nearly spotless. Not a spec of dust I could see.

Annoyed, I got up and stormed back into the bathroom, slamming the door behind me.

I definitely wasn't going to get naked in the shower if I didn't have a towel to use afterwards so the only thing I could do was shower in my clothes, or rather my undergarments.

Before I jumped into the shower though, I grabbed a few washcloths to dry my hair.

The water hit me and I relaxed almost instantly. I loved the way a hot shower felt. The way it seemed to spread the heat all over and relax every muscle in your body. Especially this shower. It was huge and seemed to be ten times better.

I washed my hair and the rest of my body. After I felt I had prolonged my shower long enough I turned off the water and opened the door. I was hit with a gust of cold air and shivered involuntarily.

The floor was cold against my feet as I made my way to where my clothes were. Seeing them lying there made me think. I had worn those for a while now, and they were dirty. Not wanting to put on dirty clothes I grabbed the washcloths and patted myself dry before walking out into the bedroom.

It was warmer out here and I was grateful for that.

The dresser wasn't far from the bathroom so I quickly made my way over to it. Opening the top drawer, I pulled out one of the button of shirts before I opened the one below it. From that drawer I pulled out a pair of pants.

I put the shirt on first, and it barely stayed on me. After buttoning it up halfway I started to pull on the pants. Those were even bigger. Wearing them, I felt like I was wearing a circus tent around my legs. Luckily, he had belts and I threw one on to keep my pants up.

They were still at least half a foot longer than my legs.

Satisfied with my work I grabbed the two washcloths and wrapped my hair in them. Taking the rubber band from my wrist. I wrapped it around the two washcloths keeping them in place while it dried my hair.

Finally finished, I walked over to the bed and sat down on the edge.

There was a sudden, loud grumbling noise and I looked down to the source of the noise. It was my stomach.

I chuckled to myself before I made my way over to the door. When I reached the door a knocked a few times and hoped for a response. I wasn't sure how long it had been since I had eaten but I knew I needed food. Now.

When I didn't get a response I knocked again. This time a little bit harder.

Still nothing. Not even a shuffling of feet. Total silence.

Being held hostage was really starting to get on my nerves. It was one thing to take me against my will, inject me with some drug, and totally abandon me. But it was another thing all together to ignore me and hoard all the food!

I was tired of this, and decided to scream in frustration. This got me a response.

The door swung open and tall muscular man with an unshaven face ran in. Once he saw me he grabbed me by the arm and threw me into the wall.

" What the hell do you want?!" He screamed at me, only inches from my face.

I didn't respond and he continued.

" I said what the hell do you want? Its three o'clock in the morning, alright girly. So shut the fuck up, and stay out of the way." His hot breath blew across my face and I almost gagged.

He tightened his grip on my arms as he waited for my response. A response he wasn't getting.

Frustrated, he took me and threw me onto the ground. My head hit the ground with a crack. And I struggled to open my eyes. My eyes opened in time to see the man move toward me and I readied myself for what was going to happen. I was too dazed and in too much pain from my head to fight.

Just as the Jokers man made it to my side, someone had thrown a knife at him, landing in the mans neck. I screamed in shock as the man fell to the ground, his blood flooding out from the wound.

The Joker walked into the room slowly and took the knife out of the mans throat before wiping it off on the dead man's shirt. Once the knife was clean the Joker stashed it in his pocket.

He smacked his lips together as he grabbed the mans collar and dragged the dead body out of the room. A few minutes later he returned with a bottle of cleaning solution and a cloth. Walking over to the stain, he got down and started cleaning it up, humming as he did so.

The tune sounded familiar and I racked my brain for the song.

As he finished wiping up the stain I suddenly remembered the tune and blurted it out without thinking.

" That's Come Josephine,"

He looked at me puzzled for a second before his face grew into his signature grin.

" Right you are my little snow white. Right You. Are." his tongue darted to his lips and back into his mouth as he got up and made his way to where I had crawled.

The Joker looked down at me, something strange in his dark eyes, and plopped down right next to me. His knife was in his hands again and he was twisting it around in his fingers. Every once in a while the light would catch it and the knife would seem to shine.

Suddenly, he turned his head to look at me and put the knife to my neck.

" So, uh, Doll face. I see you have taken a liking to my attire."

I looked down suddenly realizing I was wearing his clothes. He didn't seem mad, he was just stating a simple fact. But the knife to my throat seemed to tell me other wise.

" I needed something to wear. I didn't think you would mind." My voice sounded small and weak in comparison to his.

The Joker looked me up and down and chuckled lightly to himself.

" Don't worry, darling. I don't mind. Actually," He said as pulled me by my shoulders into a standing position, " I like what you have , uh , done with it. It screams Watch out I can kick your ass, but I can make you like it." He finished his sentence staring at my chest.

I looked down and blushed deep red while pulled the shirt closed. Stepping away from him, I buttoned up the rest of the buttons and tried walking around him. This didn't work.

He grabbed my waist and pulled me against him. My back was to him and I could feel his breath on my bare neck. Making me shudder. He leaned in closer to my ear and whispered.

" Are you ready for your surprise, beautiful?"

I swallowed loudly and shook my head. This cause him to laugh and push me roughly towards the door.

" Well, my little snow white, You don't have a choice."

He growled pushing me harder, making me fall. He didn't give me time to get up, and pulled me by my hair until we reached the door.

Opening it, he pulled me to my feet and softly look my arm, in a very gentlemanly fashion, leading me down the hall towards a room at the end of the hallway.

Halfway there I could already smell it. The smell of blood.

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