A/N: Hey sorry for the delay, i just had a hard time strarting this chapter, so it kinda starts out kinda rough but i needed to get this one out before my trip. Im leaving thursday on a school trip until sunday so i might not get another chapter out for a little over a week. But if i get enough reviews by Wednesday, ill get another chapter up sooner :]
This chapter contains a bit if blood, so if you dont like that there might be a couple scenes you dont like... other than that Review please.

Disclaimer: I dont own Batman or the Joker, Just Annabelle's :]

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Never again will you be capable of ordinary human feeling. Everything will be dead inside you. Never again will you be capable of love, or friendship, or joy of living, or laughter, or curiosity, or courage, or integrity. You will be hollow. We shall squeeze you empty and then we shall fill you with ourselves.

- 1984

I still had my eyes on the ghastly wound protruding from his stomach, it was twisted into a curve, with ragged edges. And the cut was deep, the blood spilling out endlessly.

I couldn't look away, no matter how hard I tried forcing myself to do so, my eyes never wandered far from his stomach.

" Its nothing." He said to me, and his lie sounded so convincing, if I had not been staring at the cut myself, I would have believed him. But I knew he was lying, and I wouldn't let this go. I shifted on the bed, getting closer to him, trying to help, but he jumped off the bed away from me.

He was glaring daggers at me as he paced back and forth across the room, and I just stared after him concerned.

" Don't lie to me Joker. Something clearly happened to you, I'm not a complete idiot. I have eyes, I can see the cut you have on your stomach." I said, my voice getting louder as I continued. This was angering me slightly, but I tried my best not to get too angry, tried not to get too out of control.

Before I knew what happened, the Joker's hand disappeared into his pocket and reappeared as fast as lightening, then he flung the small sharp edged knife towards me. But with my fast reflexes, I dodged the knife just in the knick of time, breathing loudly out of surprise.

" Don't call me that." He nearly growled, and I just stayed silent, trying to slow my rapid breathing. He began pacing again, moving his hands toward the bleeding scrape on his abdomen.

" And its just a flesh wound." he mumbled almost incoherently, as his eyes wandered towards the cut. And I stared at him incredulously, the wound he had suffered was definitely not just a simple flesh wound, but I was done trying to care. He didn't want my help and I wasn't going to push it. And I really didn't care, at least a part of me didn't.

" Fine," I grumbled. Moving towards the wall behind the bed where the knife had found itself embedded. I grabbed the knife, and pulled it from the wall. And began inspecting it.

It was small, with a dull side, and a sharpened side, almost like a kitchen knife, but the handle was intricately detailed. It was a deep purple, with black designs covering it, and it looked like it was done by a professional. He probably had these specially made for his arsenal of weapons.

The Joker kept on his pacing, though he seemed to be having difficulties with keeping up the speed he had been walking at before, and his breathing was a bit heavier.

The room was silent for a few minutes. The only sound coming from the Joker's feet as he paced around the room, and his deep breathing, thinking about something unknown to me. And I sat on the bed, holding my legs against me with the knife firmly within my hands. We were both still shirtless, and we seemed to realize this at the same time.

I moved from my position on the bed, and leaned over the edge of the mattress to grab my shirt, at the same time that the Joker had halted his pacing to do the same.

We reached over to where my shirt, and his vest lay, and our hands touched. At the feeling, we both looked up, meeting each others gaze. His eyes, for once, looked glazed over, with a hint of anger in them, and the brown color they usually held, seemed to disappear. Leaving only blackness behind.

He was sweating slightly, and the paint on his face had smudged. Making him look more sinister than ever, at least in the time that I had been in his presence. His smile was gone, leaving just a grim line running across his painted face.

" Take a picture, it'll uh last longer," He said tonelessly, still staring me down. And in that moment, he looked lifeless, dead.

I had to look away, so I grabbed my shirt and straightened myself out on the bed, pulling the camisole over my head. I couldn't stand the scrutiny his eyes held. And when I let my self sneak a peak in his direction, I saw he was still staring at me. Still holding the same stance, his eyes piercing through me, making me uncomfortable.

Again, I looked away, bothered by his icy stare." Take your own advice." I mumbled.

"Mmm, What was that darling?" he said, smiling deviously, as he picked up his vest. He inclined his head towards me as he eyed me, his eyes looking different then they had moments before.

" Nothing." I said with a shake of my head, tracing patterns on the comforter underneath me. Keeping my eyes away from his. But I could still see him. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him slide the vest on over his unbuttoned shirt, but he didn't bother buttoning either of them. Instead, he stepped closer to the bed, and grabbed my arm roughly, yanking me onto the floor where I fell on my face, barely catching myself with the one free hand I had.

The knife I had been holding fell onto the carpet and landed too far for me to reach, and it ended up in the Joker's grasp.

" I almost forgot about that." He said to himself as he picked up his blade from the floor, along with his signature purple jacket, blood stain and all.

But before I could say anything, or even try to get myself up, I felt my arm being pulled in the direction of the door, where the rest of me soon followed.

The Joker was pulling hard on my arm, and at any second I was afraid it would snap off. Looking up to him I screamed, letting out all the anger and frustration I had been reigning in.

" Oww! Let go of me you stupid crazy psychotic fuck!" I yelled loudly, pulling with all my might to free my arm from his grip, and with a growl, he did just that.

I fell to the floor, and grabbed my shoulder, which throbbed in pain, any more of that an my arm would disconnect itself from the rest of my body. But I couldn't sooth my arm for long.

The Joker kneeled down to look me in the eyes, and ended up grabbing my chin roughly, forcing me to look at him.

"I'm not uh crazy. And You'd do good to remember that. Cause one of these days, my knife might just slip into that pretty little neck of yours. Keep that in mind toots. You think my yanking on your arm like that hurt, well then your in store for one rude awakening." His face was inches from mine, and his voice was filled with anger and irritation.

"Now," He said, that smug smile plastered across his face, as he pulled me into an upright position. " We are gonna go get this little scrape checked out by one of my guys. Your probably right about this little thing causing me some future problems if I don't get it uh fixed. So that's what I'm gonna do. Your coming cause I fig-ured you were a bored with being stuck in that little room of yours." He finished, patting my cheek softly.

His eyes were dark, but held some amusement, and his Cheshire grin was placed on his face again. Although it seemed a little strained, almost pained.

"Let's" I said simply, returning his gaze easily, and he started giggly insanely to himself as we walked out the door and down the hall. Halfway down the hall I could hear the mumblings of the men, along with the baseline of a song that was playing, and I could smell the alcohol in the air, making me cringe.

Then, out of nowhere, the joker put his arm around my shoulders, pulling me closer, and whispered. " What's wrong Annabelle darling? Nervous are we? Hmm? Don't uh worry babe. None of my guys will even think of placing a hand on you, or else they will be answering to me." he said. His breath hot on my ear, and the sound of his lips smacking against each other echoing throughout my whole body.

" I'm not worried about your guys Mr. J. That's not the problem." I said, paranoia seeping in as we stepped closer to the room at the end of the hall.

The Joker's expression scrunched together in confusion, then answered, a smile on his face, and a giggle in his voice.

" Then what's the uh problem princess?"

We were getting closer to our destination, and the smell of alcohol overwhelmed me, seeping into every crevice of my mind. Every fiber of my being longed for that alcohol. How it tasted, how it made me feel, how it made everything around me slowly slip away.

" I-I don't want to talk about it." I said, and as I said it I felt a bead of sweat form on the back of my neck. I was nervous about what would happen. Nervous of how I would react. I didn't want to tell the Joker. I didn't want him to know something he could hold over my head, didn't want him to have leverage.

He seemed to know things about me, things nobody knew, and he didn't even know me. And with that information, he got to me. If he knew more, there's no telling in how he would use it against me.

" Hmm. Keeping secrets I seee. Come on, I wont tell anybody, it'll be our uh little secret." There was something playing in his voice, something hidden behind the curiosity. There was more he wasn't letting on.

" It's nothing. Just drop it, please. Just let it go, I'm fine." I said desperately, wishing he would just let the subject go. If I didn't have to talk about it, maybe I could resist, maybe I could get the thought out of my head, maybe this maybe that. There were too many maybes and if only's floating around in my head.

The Joker was silent for a moment, and the mumbling had grown louder, along with the music. The smell still wafted into my nose, and I fought like hell to stop thinking about the delicious liquid sliding down my throat, and the satisfaction it would bring.

I was too caught up in my thoughts that I hadn't noticed what exactly the Joker had been up to this whole time.

But when I felt him stop suddenly, grabbing my wrists, I knew something wasn't right. His hand was grasping another knife and with his other arm he pushed me up against the wall. My thoughts were in a daze, and I couldn't think straight, but that didn't stop the Joker.

He moved closer to me, pressing his body against mine, but not hard enough to hurt. Just enough to stop me from getting away easily. And he placed his knife against my lips. The cool blade felt like a feather against my skin, tickling even.

" Tell me Annabelle. Or I might just get a little uh aggressive." He growled, but there was still a hint of humor glinting in his eyes. He was having fun with this. He wanted to make me feel uncomfortable.

" No." I said, not giving in. And he began to apply more pressure to the knife, producing a small cut to form on the edge of my mouth. It was small, but painful.

" What was that?" he said, after seeing my squeeze my eyes closed in pain.

"No. I cant." I said, and I could taste the blood as it entered my mouth. This time he pressed even harder, and the cut had to be a good inch long at the side of my mouth.

" Tell Me." He growled fiercely, angry at my noncompliance. But I refused to give in. this was just one of those things I couldn't let people know. How could I tell him that I had been an alcoholic, and being here, right now, was making me anxious? Making me lose control. He would love that. He would love to see me at my most vulnerable state.

So instead of answering him, I shook my head, and he lost his patience.

The Joker took hold of my hair, grabbing it in fistfuls, and threw me onto the ground. Mumbling something to himself, he put the knife back into his pocket, and looked down at me, his head cocked to the side.

" Your one strange little girl aren't you sweets." he said, giggling madly. And i wanted so badly to snap his neck.

" I'm not," I said through gags as the blood got into my mouth. " a little girl." I was on my back, holding myself up on my elbows, and his grin grew ten fold.

" Right you are doll face. Right you are." He looked down at me, his eyes hungry, and as he licked his lips, I wondered what the hell caused all these mood swings. He was watching me closely, and when I started to get up I received a sharp kick to the stomach.

" Ah taa taa. Not so fast, I still want to know what seems to be uh troubling you. And if you wont tell me willingly. Then ill just have to make you." He said, kicking me again, and I screamed in pain, which resulted in another kick, and then another, and then another. He kept on kicking me until I began to sob in agony. The cuts that had been made on my stomach had opened, and the blood was spilling out, soaking my shirt along with the carpeted floor.

Once the Joker had finished his rampage, I couldn't stop my cries. The pain overtook me again, and I couldn't move. My stomach was sore, bruises had formed, and the blood seeped out of the cuts that reopened.

" Now, what was bothering you sweets. I'm dying to know." He giggled, kneeling down next to me, removing a piece of hair from my face to behind my ear. And I tried to shake it away, but my sobs of pain wouldn't let me. I could, however, speak. And I wanted to tell him everything. I wanted to let out everything I had been holding back. Everything.

I felt that if I got it all off my chest, that I would feel better. That maybe the pain would go away. But I needed someone else who understood what I meant when I talked about this. When I talked about my problems. I had tried talking to Bruce, but nothing like this really affected him. His parents were killed, yes, but nothing like my past. The Joker would understand, we were one in the same.

And it was in that moment, that second, that I decided to tell him everything.

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Thank you everyone for reading, and i hoped you liked it even thoug this chapter did kinda suck. I know its not great cause right now im etremely low on sleep and i just wanted to give you guys another chapter to read. PLease review and tell me what you think, if i get alot you'll have another chapter up asap.
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