A/N: Hey guys, srry for the long wait, i just have been kinda stumped. I know where i want this story to go, but until i get to that point, it will be a little rough, BUT BEAR WITH ME lol. I dont like this chapter tho, but i still want reviews. i need to now how you guys are liking this story. Its 3 in the morning and im so sleep devrived so some parts might be a little off, but i cant update tomorrow and i didnt want to make you wait any longer lol So Enjoy.

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All changes, even the most longed for, have their melancholy; for what we leave behind us is a part of ourselves; we must die to one life before we can enter another.

~Anatole France

The room was silent, except for the sound of our lips working together in amazing synchronization.

I was lying on the couch, my head resting on one of the many couch pillows, and the Joker was hovering above me, not resting his entire weight onto my body. Instead, he was holding himself up slightly by his hands which rested on both sides of my face.

My hands were placed on his lower back, and I pulled him closer to me, wanting nothing but him, and he did the same in return.

Removing one of his hands from beside my face, he traced it down the side of my body, where it landed on my side. He pulled me up against him, and I arched into him, letting a moan slip from my lips. I could feel him smile into the kiss at my reaction, and I took this opportunity to slide my hands up his back, tugging at the collar of his shirt.

The Joker leaned back, breaking the kiss and a giggle escaped him. His eyes were full of laughter as I stared at him confused. He sat up, still straddling me, and I removed my hands from his shirt, propping myself up on my elbows.

"What.." I said to him, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. I wanted him, I had just given up everything. My past, my secrets, everything. And now I wanted something in return. He owed me.

But he just sat there, a smug smile on his face. The pain the wore had smeared off a bit, and in some spots was missing. He looked at me like he knew something I didn't. Like there was something he was going to do, and I would soon find out.

Abruptly, he jumped up from the couch, pulling me up along with him.

He was smiling insanely, but his eyes were dark as they scanned the room we were walking out of. His grip on my wrist was bruising, and he didn't let up. Even as I whined in protest.

" Ow. OW! That hurts, let go. Stop. Where the hell are we going?" I whined as he towed me out of the room, and up a flight of stair, to a thick mahogany door. He only glanced back and laughed at my futile struggles. Not angry at all, and I was thankful for that even though his anger was far from my worries.

The Joker skipped the last few steps, nearly yanking my wrist from the rest of my arm, and threw open the door.

Once inside, the Joker kicked the door closed aggressively, and dropped my arms from his grasp. I stopped instantly and rubbed my sore wrist, which was already bruising. Joker opened a door, which I assumed led to a closet, and disappeared inside of it. I heard him banging around, shuffling through things, and mumbling things to himself before he emerged, a black pea coat jacket hanging over his shoulders.

" Taa Daa." He said, walking towards me. He pulled the jacket off of his shoulder, and wrapped it around my shoulders.

The coat was soft, with silk lining on the inside, and the outside was also very soft, like cotton. And as I slid my arms into the sleeves, I was surprised at how well it fit me, as if it were made for me.

" What's this for?" I asked him, and his smile grew at my question.

"We're uh going out." he answered, grabbing my arm again, but this time his touch was gentle, almost caring, but this was the Joker. He didn't have a caring bone in his body, he just knew what it took to get what he wanted. And honestly, it was working.

We flew down two flights of stairs, and through a maze of dimly lit, musty hallways before we made it to what I assumed to be the front door. The Joker took out a ring of keys from his large purple coat, and unlocked it. The door creaked open eerily, flooding the dank hallway with bright sunshine. And it took me a minute for my eyes to adjust.

When they did, I could see a long dirt driveway winding itself up to large iron gates. As I looked more closely, I could see that the entire property seemed to be surrounded by a tall black fence, trapping in everything within its iron borders. But before I could take in anything else, the Joker, yet again, began dragging off towards the right, where a large building resided.

The building had four garage door on the front of it, and one was open reveling a sleek, black Cadillac. It was very new, and the sun made diamonds as it hit the car perfectly.

I couldn't contain my squeak of joy as I saw it, even though their was something off about the fact that my weakness was sitting just feet from me. But at the moment, I didn't care. Running up to the car, I shrieked again, full of excitement, and flung open the driver's side door, jumping in.

I ran my hands along the steering wheel, feeling the leathery surface slide under my hands, and I let my eyes roam along the rest of the interior. Everything looked in pristine condition, even the windshield was spotless.

" I see you uh like the car." I heard a throaty voice say from the hood of the car and I looked out to see the Joker staring at me intently, his lips curved up into a smirk. His hands were resting on the hood as he leaned against it, and he had an air of intimidating about him, but it didn't stop me from giggling like a little kid in a candy shop as I fooled around with the inside of the car.

" That I do." I said finally, adjusting the mirror so I could see out the back. This had been the first time I had gotten out, and I was loving it. I felt so free, even at the hands of the Clown Prince of Crime.

" Welllllll." He said, walking around to my side of the car, his hands on the opened door. "I wanna drive." his eyes were serious, even though his expression was not, but I instinctively began pushing it.

" Wellllll." I said, mimicking his voice from earlier. " I was here first." I smiled up at him smugly, and his voice came back fast and hard, but at the same time there was a playful edge to it.

" I uh see your point-ah. But, as it may seem, I'm the one with the keys and uh your not." He said buoyantly, and he as actually bouncing up and down, wearing that stupid smirk. His large ring of keys were in his hand, and he waved them in front of his face, instigating me.

And it worked.

I hated losing, one of my flaws I guess. And his little act with the keys really put me in a bad mood. I instantly frowned, staring at him with blank eyes, the annoyance in my stomach building. But this only furthered him to test my patience even more.

" If I'm gonna drive, you should probably think about moving doll." He said to me, as if I had a say in who would be driving. And the way he said it, really ticked me off.

" Why don't I just drive then." I said through my teeth, placing a strained smile on my face, but he saw right through it. Leaning down, our noses almost touching, he started laughing, getting spit all over my, and I jumped back in disgust.

I scooted out of the driver's seat, into the passengers side just to get away, and I instantly regretted it. I had just given him what he wanted.

" I would uh say yes, but your already com-for-tab-ly seated right there. And I'm," he said, climbing into the car, closing the door silently behind him. " Already set to drive. Hmm. Maybe next time though." He said mocking me, he even gave me a little thumbs up sign. What a dumb ass. I was done talking to him for now, no matter how childish I looked.

I hated loosing, and I just loss, doesn't really help when you have a slight case of anger management.

The Joker started the car silently, and slowly drove out of the garage and down the dirt path. We reached the gate in seconds, and were on our way out in no time. The ride was silent, and the longer that silence was held, the more I wanted to break it even though I had initiated it in the first place.

" Where are we going." I said finally, exasperated.

He chuckled at my inability to hold our tiny competition and replied. " Somewhere." His voice was feignting boredom as he stared off out the windshield. I opened my mouth to respond but closed it quickly.

Something came over me, and I felt like I was coming down to earth after a high.

I didn't know what was wrong with me. Its like all of a sudden I felt like I could say anything, do anything, and not have a care in the world. This was a side of me I hadn't shown in months, not since before I moved back to Gotham City, and I was crossing a line with the Joker, a line that had previously existed between us. And I knew it wouldn't be long before he started making clear that line once again.

I didn't know what it was, but it felt as though something had changed between the Joker and I. Because I, for one, felt so much more at ease with him now, I almost felt safe. Almost. I'm not a complete idiot. I know how dangerous, how lethal he is, but I cant stay away.

There's something in the way he smiles, something in the way he laughs that draws me in. And it has from the beginning. From the first moment I had seem him at Bruce's party, I knew there was some kind of lethal attraction between us, but I had been too blind, or too stubborn to understand it. The way, every time I see him, I get that little flutter in the pit of my stomach. Or even when he's full of rage, I cant help but see the good side about him.

Its like he's the light bulb and I'm the fly. I know that the closer I get, the closer I am to harm, but I go anyway, because it's a distraction, and I'm so ready for a change, that it grabs a hold of me and I have nowhere else to go but to the light.

And in the end it will end badly, of course, there's no such thing as happily ever after. But I'm temporary blinded by his presence that I can overlook all the flaws that I'm faced with. I shouldn't be so happy, so calm with him, but for right now, I'm okay with it.

There's definitely a line that has been drawn out by whomever is to blame for the world itself. The line is plain and simple. There is good, and there is bad, but what exactly distinguishes that line?

The Joker, he was bad. Everything about him screamed it, but I couldn't help but dance along that line, that border. The smart thing would be to take a step back, take a better look at that line and think. Is it really worth crossing it? But my decision today, could be different tomorrow, and today I wasn't ready to make that decision.

The car came to a stop, and the Joker turned off the ignition, turning to me.

" We're here." Was all he said as he slid out of the car, and across the abandoned street to a rundown looking warehouse. The walls were covered in graffiti, and the windows, which were placed high up from the ground, had either holes in them, or were completely shattered. Either way, the place looked like it had been long since used.

The Joker soon disappeared within the building and I hurriedly followed after him. I couldn't decipher his mood, and the last thing I needed was for him to get angry for not staying by his side.

And as I walked in beside him, it surprised me how open he was, almost as if he knew I wouldn't try and run, not that I could get far anyway.

Inside, it was just a large room, similar to the outside. The walls were all covered in dirt and graffiti, and the lights above us were broken, shattered into pieces. I was looking around in wonder at the place when I felt the Joker's arm snake around my waist, and an all too familiar tingle crawl up my spine.

" I wanna show you something." he whispered into my ear, as he led me across the room. " But," he said as his hands slid up my sides, to cover my eyes. " You cant see it yet. He he. It's a supriseee." He sing songed, and I laughed at his actions. Like I little kid showing something big for his parents.

Other than my laugh, which I covered as a cough, I complied and walked towards my 'surprise'.

Since I couldn't see, I kept silent, listening for any sounds that could help me to figure out where Joker was leading me. That was when I heard it.

It was soft, but definite. A sound I had heard before. It was a silent whimper, muffled as if my tape, and it sounded hurt, scared, helpless. my mouth fell open, and halted midstep, causing the Joker to walk into me.

His hands still covered my eyes, and I ripped them off, backing away from him. I looked at him, a look of disgust in my eyes, and then moved my eyes to the woman lying against the wall, her arms and legs tied together with masking tape. And her mouth taped over as well.

Tears were streaming down her face, and she had mascara lines running down her cheeks. Her arms were covered in dark blue and black bruises and her clothes were tattered. She looked awful, but most of all she looked pathetic.

I wanted to feel bad for her, I wanted to hate the Joker for bringing me here, to see this, but I couldn't. for some reason unknown to me, I felt rather apathetic about it. I had gotten over my initial shock, and was now just staring at the girl lying on the floor whose hope was lost.

Behind me, I felt the Joker place his hands at my sides, and in his left hand I felt a bulky piece of material dig into my side. Looking down, I saw it was a gun.

The Joker brought up the gun, grabbing my hands, and placed the gun into my palms. Taking a better look, I saw that it was a Colt Python Magnum Revolver, and I had no idea what it was doing in my hands. I never was a fan of guns, it was always too easy to accidentally shoot yourself with them.

Sensing my confusion, the Joker spoke, licking his lips once before smiling devilishly.

" I want you to uh well, shoot her." he whispered in my ear. He had spun me around so I was facing the girl on the ground, and he placed his arms over my outstretched arms, his hands keeping my hands on the gun.

My breath hitched in my throat. I had killed before, but I couldn't do it again. I couldn't, could I? No. that was a one time thing, but he had done something wrong. This girl, she didn't do anything wrong. Why would I kill her? But at the same time, why were my fingers so steady on the gun as I cocked it?

This was just another line, or was it?

In general, lines are there for a reason : for security, for clarity. If you choose to cross the line, you pretty much do so at your own risk. So why is it, that the bigger the line, the greater the temptation to cross it?

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Oooo. Cliffie lol. idk why but i love ending chapters like that, it makes me smile even if the rest of the chapter sucks. hahah anyway i think after the next chapter, things will start falling in linee :] i have many great ideass but i have nobody to share them with. If anyone would like to talk about ideas or like to hear mine you can ask, and we can talk about it. I try to talk to my friends about it but they all think im like soo obsessed. Pfff Losersss lol.

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