A/N: Okay. So when i started this chapter, i had one idea in mind, and then it changed completely at the end. My writing literally brought me to a different conclusion, and i hope you like it. The reviews were great, and more is always better so keep them coming. Im leaving tomorrow so probably not another chapter up for another week but still review so i am greeted my tons when i get home (:

Disclaimer: Only Own Annabelle Mathews and Shannon Summers. Everyone else is a product of DC Comics. But the song belongs to Boys Like Girls

"Nothing so distinguishes great acting -- in any style, in any historical period -- than the feeling that the actor has the potential to 'go off' at any moment, and to unleash an explosion -- a flood of lava, that will be totally uncontrolled and uncontrollable. Great Acting always dances with danger!"
- Robert Cohen

I never knew how much I really hated cops.

I was sitting in a lone chair, surrounded by a swarming crowd of bulky men dawning the shining badge that gave them all the power they wanted. They were all swarming around to hear my story which I so cleverly rearranged. And once the story was out, it seemed the sudden stop in time sprung back in motion, almost fast forwarding.

Everything was going by so fast, the cops scurrying like lightening, and the noise shooting louder than I had heard these past few weeks. I was aware of Commissioner Gordon by my side, his hand rubbing my back soothingly.

I never was a great actress, but my time with the Joker suddenly gave me the talent of doing so. Either that, or these cops were unthinkably stupid, but I'm sure you couldn't expect someone who had just gone through what I'd said I had gone through to be completely stable. The few tears I did shed left darkened streaks running down my face.

" Is there anyone I can call?" I hear the comforting voice of Jim Gordon ask me. I look up to meet his eyes, and all I see is sympathy. He really did care about my well being, which was strangely odd in this town.

" Bruce. Bruce Wayne." I mutter softly, looking away from his eyes and down to my hands. For the strangest of reasons, I found myself feeling sorry for lying to him. He was a kind person, one of the few left in Gotham, and lying to him was hard for me to do. He hadn't wronged me nor anyone in any way.

" Alright Miss Mathews. I'll get right on that, are you okay over here by yourself?" He asks me softly, and I just nod. When I raise my head, he's gone, and I'm left watching the inside of the MCU with little interest. All I want to do is go home, to see the Joker, to finally be over with all this.

I end up staring out the door, watching the people pass by. I bet their lives are normal, boring. Same old routine, same old mind numbing tasks. I'll bet they've never even seen a person die. And I don't mean the way they show it on TV. I mean really dead. That moment in time when their eyes begin to fade, the light leaving their eyes leaving them empty. No, they don't know what dead is.

And for a second, just one second, time stops. I'm looking out the window, and a figure appears in the doorway. The figure is of a woman, and she's wearing a silky green dress with a black pea coat, similar to the one the Joker had given me, and I unconsciously pull it closer over my body.

The girl has pale skin and piercing blue eyes, though their not on me. Her hair falls in crimped brown waves, and is a little shorter than my own. Her eyes are made up in smoky colors, accentuating the blue even more, and her lips are a bright red. She had her head tilted to the right, her right hand caressing her face with a rose. A tingle of hatred pierces through my body for one split second, and as if sensing this, her eyes dart up to mine. And I can feel the emptiness in her eyes.

She traces the rose down across her lips, and she parts her lips in what looks like pleasure as her eyes close. Her eyes shoot open and she smirks evilly at me as the rose drops to the paved ground below her feet. I watch as that rose drops, falling down like a grain of sand from an hour glass, and when it hits the ground, I almost hear the sound.

The second that rose drops, she disappears.

I stare at the door curiously, searching for the mystery women when a fatherly voice brings me back to reality.

" He's on his way Miss Mathews." Gordon says, and I smile kindly. " Thank you." He smiles back, taking off his glass to clean them with a stray tissue, and as he turns to leave, I grab his arm. " And please, call me Annabelle." He opens his mouth to speak but closes it just as quickly, instead giving me a warm smile.

We stand in silence for a few minutes, but it's a comfortable one, and the craziness of the day is still continuing on in the MCU. But for a few minutes, we block it out.

Soon, a loud bang echoes around the building as I catch Bruce running to me. He's out of breath as he reaches my seat, and he's acting very well, almost too well. But then again, being batman he would have to be able to lie convincingly.

His face portrays shock as he picks me up, swinging me in his arms, and I smile against his shoulder, wrapping my arms around him lovingly.

I can't help the stray tear that falls down my cheek, though I now this wasn't the first time seeing him. I guess I just got caught up in the moment, but at least they weren't fake.

I felt Bruce's arms loosen from around my waist, and my arms fell to my side after wiping away the tear that had fallen down my cheek.

I Watch As Gordon turns to us, his gaze meeting Bruce's before he nods once and Bruce leads me from the building out onto the street. And as we exit through door, I stop, kneeling to pick up the red rose, confirming the fact that their had been a women standing their, watching me. Bruce raises and eyebrow and I just wave him off. I'll let him know once I found out for myself.

We walk quietly to the other side of the street where the Lamborghini is parked. I laugh at the irony of it.

The door opens, and I slide in. Bruce quickly follows and he begins to drive. Right now, I can tell he has questions. Questions he wants answers to. And as much as I love him, I can't burden him with the things I hold in my mind.

So instead, I quickly turn on the radio, stopping any conversation in its tracks. A song comes on, and I tilt my head, becoming engulfed in its lyrics.

Found my way to the highway, I don't wanna tell you the state I'm in
I've had too much to smoke, too much to drink, where have I been?
I feel like the stars are getting closer and the sky is closing in
And I don't know where to begin

We're all looking for something, to take away the pain
Me, and you, and my medication(Making the best of it)
Love is just a chemical creation(Will it be permanent?)
Synthetic sensation
Me, you, and my medication

The way back to the right track, maybe you can help me find the door
Is it too much to ask, too much too fast, too much to ignore?
It feels like your body's getting closer but you seem so far away
Medicine make it ok

We're all looking for someone, to take away the pain
Me, and you, and my medication(Making the best of it)
Love is just a chemical creation(Will it be permanent?)
Synthetic sensation
Me, you, and my medication

So can you feel it?Do you feel it coming down?
You gotta get up
Can you get up off the ground?
Can you hear it?
Can you hear me screaming?
So can you feel it?
Do you feel it coming down?
You gotta get up
Can you get up off the ground?
I wanna hear it
Wanna hear you breathing

We're all addicted to something, that takes away the pain
Me, and you, and my medication(Making the best of it)
Love is just a chemical creation(Will it be permanent?)
Synthetic sensation
Me, you, and my medication

The song grabbed at my attention, but before I could look farther into it, the car came to a stop.

Bruce was at my door, offering me his hand and I eagerly took it. We walked side by side to the elevator and once inside, I hit the button for my floor. I could feel Bruce's gaze on me, but I was past caring at the moment. I loved him to death, but right now, I had the urge to hide myself away.

The ride up was agonizingly slow, but my floor soon came up. I took a step into the hallway as I heard Bruce speak.

" Its only going to get harder from here." He murmured, and I glanced over my shoulder at Bruce, his eyes sad.

" That's life for ya."

I stepped fully out of the elevator by now, and the doors closed all too fast. Sighing, I shuffled over to my apartment, and silently slipped inside. The room was dark, every curtain drawn down, and my instincts took over.

I stealthily slid into the kitchen, grabbing hold of the kitchen drawer and pulling it open. I then took out the closest weapon I could find: A large butcher knife.

Grasping the handle tightly, a took careful, calculated steps around both the living room and kitchen. I found nobody, but along the way, I opened up the curtains, the light pouring into the previous darkened room.

The light did nothing to calm my fears, and I began tip toeing towards my room. The knife still firmly in hand, I turned the door knob, the door swinging open silently. I walked in, the window open just as we had left it, and I searched the room with my eyes. I walked closer to the bathroom, throwing the door open, no longer worried about the noise, but found it empty. I went to the closet next, but it too was empty.

Having found nothing out of place, I walked back out into the living room, only it was once again dark. That was when I heard a high laugh erupt from the kitchen doorway, through the laugh wasn't the familiar laugh that came with the Clown Prince of Crime. This laugh, came from a girl.

My head shot to the side as the figure emerged, and the lights instantly turned on. I blinked my eyes due to the sudden change of light, as my eyes focused back onto the girl. I gasped.

It was a Brunette, clad in a green dress and black coat. that same devilish smirk plastered on her face as before.

" You. I saw you earlier, outside of the MCU." I said, taking a step closer. She laughed again, seeming to dance up to me, though her laugh was void of amusement. Again, she had a rose in her hand, and she was playing with it within her hands as she circled me.

" You don't know who I am, but I know you. Annabelle Mathews right?" She spoke, and her voice was much different than I had imagined. It was sweet, almost childish, and I momentarily blanked, forgetting she had spoken.

" Yes, yes I'm Annabelle. How did you know that?" I asked suspiciously, turning to face her. She sighed and walked back in front of me, picking off the petals from the rose slowly. " We both have a third party in common with one another." She spoke serenely, looking up through her lashes at me, but those blue eyes held only emptiness. An emptiness I could feel tugging at me. I looked away.

And then instantly, it clicked. The Rose, the murders. She was the murderer.

" Its you. You're her, the one who's been killing those people. A rose is your calling card." I accused, my grip on the knife tightening even more so. She smirked.

" You see," She began, gliding over to the couch before taking a seat. " we're the same you and I. Both dragged into this life. We didn't choose it, it chose us. And I'm ready for it to stop." She crooned, crossing her legs and patting the couch beside her. I was so hypnotized by her voice that I followed, sitting beside her.

" What do you mean by, 'this life'?" I asked and she scoffed, suddenly angry.

" I mean killing, B. I got into it this same way you did. And now I'm planning on ending it, by stopping the one person who got me addicted. The same person who's feeding you the exact same bullshit." She fumed, pushing herself up from the couch, and as she continued, my eyes narrowed. Though, I had no idea when she could have been with the one man I think she's talking about.

" And what person might that be?" I seethed, standing from the couch. Her eyes glazed over as they wandered down to the knife, a glint of life finally entering them.

" They're fun aren't they." She stated, turning to the side and walking. Her mood was much lighter than before and I was taken back by the sudden change. " Knives, I mean." She replied. A sigh escaped her lips as she continued.

" it's a wonder what a tiny piece of metal can do to the body. How many ways it can puncture the skin before finally ending its life. Miraculous really…" She seemed lost in her own world and I was thoroughly confused. One minute she was seething and the next she was getting lost in her own oblivion. She almost reminded me of… no she couldn't.

" This is all his fault! Look at me Annabelle. Do I look like a killer? I wasn't one to begin with, he did this to me. The Joker poisoned my mind, and I was too naïve. He sucked me in, his logic, his mind, he himself was like a drug, and I was its helpless victim. No, I'm not ashamed of what I have become. I fully embrace it, love it even. But I'm through with him poisoning the minds of anyone else. I'm giving you a choice…"

She stepped closer to me and my fist instinctually shot up, hitting her right in the jaw. She fell back a few feet, her hand caressing her jaw and when she removed it, the blood fell like water from her mouth. Another giggle escaped her.

" You really are his type, huh?" She spoke, though the sound was off.

" I don't know who the fuck you are, but I really don't care. All I care about is you out of my apartment or else you just might find yourself wishing I had just killed you right here." I seethed, holding the knife up, the light glinting against its metal blade.

She eyed me incredulously, as she took a step, and that step was all I needed.

I flew from my spot, pinning her against the wall, one hand pressed roughly into her arm, and the other holding the knife firmly against her neck. She squirmed under me slightly, and I laughed at her efforts.

" Not what you were expecting, huh?" I whispered darkly into her ear, but she kept silent. I looked into her eyes, expecting to see fear, though again they held nothing but emptiness.

" Any last words?" She looks from me, to the side, and as she does, a smug smile appears on her face.

" Yeah, One." I hear, though its not her lips that are moving, and before I know it, my head is bleeding, and everything slowly fades.

The last thing I resister in my brain, are five words that kill me.

" Babe, you deserve an Oscar!"

Evil Cliffie :P Review if you want me to update as soon as i get back :) lol Btw i just want to point out how anti social Annabelle is becoming, i wonder why? hahaha Well of course i do, but anywayyyyyyy...
I hope you liked this chapter, i did, and i especially like the new i dea that popped into my head. I had originally seen this story taking a different turn, but this one is just as great. Though i'm sorry to say it, i don't think their will be very many chapters left. By the end, their will probably be 40 chapters of this story. So still got 10 more to go :)
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