A/N: Here's the next chapter! Please enjoy, and thanks for the reviews. If i get 10 within the next 24 hours you'll get another update in a day! So review (: This Chapter is a big turning point, and is essential for the rest of the story which is, sadly, coming to an end. But don't fret! I'm packing these next few weeks before school starts with tons of updates. Please enjoy (:
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Disclaimer: DC Comics own Batman and the Joker, i am only playing off there amazingness.

And you dropped the note and we changed key
you changed yourself and I changed me
I really didn't see us singing through this
then you screamed the bridge
and I cried the verse
and our chorus came out unrehearsed
and you smiled the whole way through it
I guess maybe that's what's worse
- If you wanted a song written about you, all you had to do was ask. Mayday Parade

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Passion. It lies in all of us. Sleeping...waiting...and though unwanted...unbidden...it will stir...open it's jaws, and howl. It speaks to us...guides us. Passion rules us all. And we obey. What other choice do we have? Passion is the source of our finest moments. the joy of love...the clarity of hatred...and the ecstasy of grief. It hurts sometimes more than we can bear. If we could live without passion, maybe we'd know some kind of peace. But we would be hollow. Empty rooms, shuttered and dank. Without passion, we'd truly be dead.

There was movement beside me as my eyes flitted open.

The Joker rose gracefully from the bed, picking up stray articles of clothing along the way, and I stretched happily under the covers, yawning. His head turned to the side slightly, barely acknowledging my presence as he pulls on the purple trousers. I sit up on my elbows, the blanket falling scandalously low as I watch him button up his shirt, then his vest, and finally his signature purple coat.

He saunters over to the mirror, pulling out tubes from his pocket and smearing the color onto his face. His eyes still refuse to meet mine. The Joker's humming reaches my ears as he straightens out the collar of his jacket, his hand running through his hair one more time before turning to the door.

Confused, I jump out of bed, hurriedly throwing on a pair of shorts, and running after him. I grab a hold of his arm playfully, but he pulls loose sharply. He lets out a huff as he turns. A smug smirk on his face, and fire dancing in his eyes.

" Can I, uh, help you with something, pet?" He asks mockingly, running his tongue over his lips. And I'm sure the confusion is written plain as day across my face.

" D-did I do something wrong?" I ask softly, my voice barely audible even to my ears. He tilts his head to the side, his eyes squinting briefly, before he giggles clapping his hands together once.

" Oh no! No no no no. Not at all princess-ah. You were a real uh pro." He says, holding up two thumbs tauntingly. And all too quickly, rejection sets in.

My throat begins to burn, and the tears being held back force themselves out, clouding my eyes momentarily. But I pull myself together. Of course I knew this would happen, I knew all along. But I hoped, I prayed, I wished.

He hand moves out to ruffle my hair as he steps backward, and I rub at my eyes to hide away the tears. And then I hear it, again. A mocking, hideous laughter, and out from the shadows of my apartment steps the beautiful actress herself. She walks forward, next to the Joker, and he drapes his arm over her shoulder, pulling her close.

The words from before rang through my head as if they were being spoken once more, and I instantly recognized the voice. The voice that had hit me that night, the voice that had soothed me hours later. The Joker.

Babe, you deserve an Oscar.

He had known all along. He knew who she was, he knew she was coming, he knew everything. And everything she had said was a bold faced lie. She never hated him, she never wanted me dead. In actuality, she probably wanted me dead. And this was all just another game to him. Another form of amusement for his twisted mind.

It seemed they had been standing there for hours, but it had only been seconds. And in those seconds, The Joker leaned down, his lips meeting hers briefly, but passionately. And when the kiss broke, his gaze met mine.

" Sorry babe. Couldn't resist-ah. And it was all just too easy. Ya know, you should see your uh face right now. Fucking priceless-ah." He giggles, his clowny voice back in place. And its as if last night didn't happen. As if those events were erased from his memory. Good for him I guess, huh.

I should be angry, I should want to rip his throat out, scream, yell. But I can't. my mouth is dry, and my throat hurts with the strain of hiding back tears. Tears that again, began to fall. quiet tears, unnoticeable unless you were staring right at me. And they were.

I could have sworn the Joker's face contorted in pain for the briefest of seconds before returning back into the mask he wore so well.

The girl, Joker's girl, stepped away from him, towards me. And I didn't even try to step away. I was too overwhelmed with pain that I just shut down. I just gave up. All that love that I had been hiding away for all those years because of my fear of heartbreak I had finally let free, only to be thrown right back into my face.

Maybe Bruce was right.

She glided over to me, her expression sadistic as she slowed her pace. And once in front of me, she tilted her head to the side before hitting me hard across the face. I stumbled back a few paces, my back hitting the wall before sliding down against it.

I looked up through my tear filled eyes to see the two laughing in an embrace, and my face fell into my hands. More tears fell, but I pushed myself to my feet nonetheless. And when I regained stability, I looked to where they stood. The spot was empty, a lone rose pinned to a joker card being left in its place.

And at that, my knees gave out and I fell to the floor in a sobbing heap.

This was never meant to be, after all, how could it last? He was the Joker, and I was, well, me. Of course, he would take advantage, get what he want, and take off with the girl he really claimed as his.

I cried for a while, I cried until my eyes ran dry, but I remained sitting slumped against the wall, staring out emptily into space. The phone rang once, but I didn't answer it, instead drowning myself in my own self loathing, for there was no one else to be mad at. I deserved this, I knew full well what I was getting into, but I didn't listen. I got attached, and maybe that's what the Joker was trying to teach me.

Then, it rang again, and again, and I finally regained some composure, standing to answer it.

I picked the phone up from the receiver and held it to my ear, sniffling once before speaking. " Hello?" I croaked, my voice dry, but the other end was deathly silent. " Hello?" I said again, but I was greeted with the same response. Shrugging, I hung up and thought nothing else of it.

I didn't want to be alone anymore. I needed to be with someone, someone who would understand. I needed my best friend. So I grabbed a stray shirt and ran to the elevator of Bruce's Penthouse.

I ran into the door, just as soon as Bruce ran out, and we collided with each other loudly. His face was pull of panic and worry, but upon seeing me, he smiled relieved.

" Thank god you're alright." He breathed helping me through the door and I laughed breathlessly, rubbing my forehead. " No thanks to you." I joked, but my voice was missing its usual playful demeanor. And Bruce could hear it.

" B, are you alright?" He asks as we walk to the couch. He sits me down before taking the spot beside me, his hand holding mine tightly.

I look down to my hands and I sniffle once more, readying myself for the waterworks.

" This is where you get to say, I told you so. Because everything you said was right. Everything." I breathed, no longer able to feel the tears stream down my cheeks, but knowing they are there.

He pulled me into his arms tightly, and I wrapped my arms around him. He rubbed my back as he whispered, " I didn't want to be right."

" Yes you did." I whispered back through sobs. He was silent.

The tears left as quickly as they came, and as I pulled away, I wiped my eyes. Bruce was rubbing the back of my hand with his thumb as I pulled myself together, and I tried to subtly change the subject.

" So um Bruce, why were you racing out of here as fast as you were when I got here?" I asked, ready to hear about anything besides my current situation. But when his eyes met mine, my heart dropped.

" I was worried about you." He said, looking out the window, but there was more he was holding back.

" Why?" I asked curiously, my voice still sounding filled with tears.

" Well. I- I got a phone call. The voice sounded familiar, but I couldn't track it. It said to check on you. It said you might be in trouble, you, you might be hurt." He said, his voice strained. And I couldn't help but wonder who could have possibly made the call. If it were the Joker, it would have been full of amusement, and Bruce would have known instantly who it was.

" Was it a woman's voice?" I asked, and he looked at me skeptically before shaking his head.

" No, it was distinctly male."

We were silent for a few moments, but I didn't want to be anywhere else but here. I nestled myself into Bruce's arms and just let him hold me, no longer preoccupied with keeping up walls. No longer worried about being weak.

I fiddled with his jacket as the minutes ticked on, but before long, we were interrupted by Alfred's warm voice.

" Sir. There's something going on in Gotham Central, and the Joker's behind it. It's the opportune moment to catch him I believe." He spoke, his comforting voice no longer having the same effect. At the mention of the Joker, I stiffened, and at my side, Bruce rose to his feet.

" Ill get right on that Alfred." Bruce spoke as Alfred hurried off to the Batcave. Bruce looked down to me, grabbing hold of both my arms.

" I'm going to catch him, Annabelle. He won't hurt you ever again." HE soothed, and I looked up to him with doe eyes. I didn't want him going, I didn't care anymore. I didn't want him to get hurt but secretly, I still didn't want Bruce to hurt him. He may have hurt me, but I could never hurt him. So I clung to anything I could to keep him here.

" B-but its day. Batman doesn't come out during the day, Bruce." I spoke, and he only chuckled.

" It's a good thing its not day then, huh?" He said, and my head turned to the window. He was right. Its really a wonder how fast the day goes when your desperately hiding from the night.

" When I'm gone, please stay here. Here is the only place I'll know you are safe. So please, for me." His eyes are full of that innocence that only I had ever seen. He really cared, and this is what caring looked like. Doing everything in your power to protect someone, even when you know you can't. Maybe Bruce was the better man.

I nodded a silent yes, and he was off.

Now alone in a giant penthouse, I let myself wander around. Everything held an eerie darkness about it, and in every room I entered, I switched on the light, no longer feeling safe in the darkness. After all, I no longer had someone the darkness was afraid of.

Growing bored of searching the penthouse, I mosied on back to the living room, where I found a remote to a seemingly invisible television. Pressing the power button, a large plasma screen revealed itself from behind a mirror. Clever.

The screen turned on, and what else would be on but Gotham City News.

"HELLLLLOOOOO GOTHAM!!! I just wanted to introduce myself. I am The Joker, but I'm sure you already knew that. And I'm just here to say that I would love to bring everyone in this sad forsaken city miles of smiles. So hello goodbye you're all gonna die! Heh... Hehe... heheh... heheheheahahahaHAHAHAHAHHAH!!!! Sorry sorry, sometimes I just kill me... Ahh... Especially when I think about killing all of you!" The Camera's were all on the Joker as he danced around Gotham square, his mystery girl at his side. His men were scattered around the square, their guns pointing in every direction. And all the people were cowering in fear, though I'd be lying if I said I didn't find it funny.

But even though the situation cracked a smile on my face, I didn't quite understand the purpose of his act. It lacked meaning, it lacked depth. But then I saw it. A lone marionette hanging from its neck in the midst of it all. And I instantly knew his meaning.

I ran to the door, hoping to find what I was looking for, and when I did, I was gone.

I dashed to the elevator and waited impatiently as it slowly made it's decent to the underground parking lot. The parking lot used to hold only one person's cars. Not knowing which keys I had grabbed, I pressed the siren button, shocked when the car a few feet away went off. I climbed quickly into the black Bentley, shoving the keys into the ignition, and took off out of the lot.

The drive to Gotham Central was all a blur as I raced through lanes of cars, nearly killing myself in the process, but I was too determined to care at this point. All I could focus on was the confrontation I would soon face. The Joker was calling for me, that much I knew, but as to why was still a mystery.

I came to a quick halt at the thick line of police cars. They surrounded the entire square like leeches, and it would require me to be invisible to get by. Luckily, the Gotham police were far too busy trying to get by themselves, than worrying about other's getting in.

I maneuvered around the horrified spectators, then past the pile of squad cars. Getting around the officers was a bit harder. I took careful steps, slow and deliberate, and always kept my head down. And from all the pushing I was getting from side to side, I could tell they were more interested in getting by than stopping me. And I guess it wasn't a big worry on their mind.

I mean, who's want to run to the Joker?

Finally at the front of the line, I looked around, and spotted Gordon a few people to my left. He was talking with another officer, worry lines creasing his forehead. And as I turned my attention to the scene in front, I understood why.

Everyone within the square had a bomb attached to them, and the Joker held the detonator.

A shiver ran down my spine as I looked around, searching for Bruce. I was about to give up when I saw a black silhouette of a man on top of on of the nearby buildings. A smile graced my lips.

But I didn't stay there for long, because I knew what I had to do. It was the only way this could end, even if it wasn't a permanent ending.

Closing my eyes, I took a step forward, and everyone's attention slowly turned to me. Opening my eyes slowly, everything seemed to fade away. The only things here being myself and the Joker. All the noise, all the people, all the chaos, gone. and after clearing my throat, I spoke.

" You wanted me, now you've got me."

That devilish smirk widens.

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Bottom line is, even if you see them coming, you're not ready for the big moments. No one asks for their life to change, not really. But it does. So, what are we, helpless? Puppets? Nah. The big moments are gonna come, you can't help that. It's what you do afterwards that count. That's when you find out who you are.

I Hope that was worth your while, because i had loads of fun writing it. Sorry if it makes you sad, it makes me sad too, but this isn't the end. Believe me, there are more twists coming. But i was just in a bummed mood when i wrote this, though i had alays planned for this to happen, but i was watching Big Brother and Jesse left! I was deeply aggitated. Anyway, sorry for my rambling. Again, 10 reviews in 24 hours and you will be rewarded (:

One more thing, the Italicised paragraph in the beginning and end of this chapter are like a narration from a third person as if they were telling the story just to clear that up. (:

Adieu.
TheJoker'sGotMyHeart