AN: Alright, next installment is up! Thanks for all the reviews from the last one! This one is a bit of filler, bit of lead up, but we're about to get some action back...enjoy....

I had learned The Joker's story just as I wanted. Honestly, it was a lot worse than I expected. It explained a lot of why he was the way he was, but I still just couldn't really wrap my mind around why a father would want to do that to his own son. While his story explained some things, it still left other things to be answered. I figured in time I would learn because clearly I was someone he could trust…someone who understood. Or I understood to an extent, but it was better than nothing.

The next morning I wanted to learn more about him, but I didn't really want to ask. It was like prying and I didn't want to piss him off after he had to recount such horrible memories to me just a few hours ago. Instead, I decided that I would find out more about his ideas of the world…ought to be interesting.

However, before I could ask him anything, he asked me something first. "So tell me more about you before you moved here with your dad, I'm curious."

"Oh, uh, alright. What do you want to know?"

"Whatever you want to tell me. Whatever you think I should know. Whatever will give me a better understanding of you."

"Ok…" I said, thinking of what to tell him.

I guess he could tell I was struggling for something to say because he asked, "Why did your parents get divorced?"

"Huh? Oh, well…" I began, surprised by the question, "My mom cheated on my dad and he found out and filed for divorce."

"And how did that make you feel?"

"No, no, do not do that!" I said, viciously shaking my head.

"Do what?" he asked, confused.

"That psychological bullshit. Wanting to know how things made me feel. I've heard it all before…mostly from Dad and I can't stand it."

"Oh, sorry. I just wanted to know more about you."

"It's ok. You wanna know how it made me feel? I was pissed. Very, very pissed with both of them. I mean both of them were to blame for the whole thing. My dad was a workaholic and Mom didn't feel loved enough so she looked elsewhere. But honestly, I really got mad when they wouldn't let me decide whom I wanted to live with. I really would've rather run away and not lived with either of them, but instead they argued their cases to the judge and the judge told me to go with Dad," I explained. I clenched my teeth a lot as my blood began to boil thinking about it.

"Aah, I see," he replied quietly.

"You know what?" I said.

"Hmm?"

"I'm actually sort of glad I ended up with Dad now. If I hadn't, I'd be in Boston still and I would've never met you."

"And that's a good thing?" he asked, sounding puzzled.

"Sure it is. Honestly, I don't think I ever really fit in there. I mean I had a few friends and we always had a good time together, but I don't know, I just don't feel like I ever really truly connected with them."

"Ever have a boyfriend?"

"Yeah…that didn't work out so well. That's when I first realized that I was rather different and decided I was generally better off on my own in that regard."

"I know the feeling," he nodded understandingly. "You agree with my views completely?"

"Yes," I replied, unsure of where he was going with this.

"And you trust me too?"

"Yes," I said again.

"Positive?"

"Of course."

"Can I ask you a favor then?"

"Sure," I said, even though I had a bad feeling about what he was about to ask me.

"First, I need you to go to the store and get the things on this list," he said, pulling a wrinkled piece of paper out of his pocket and handing it to me. "Then," he continued, "I will need you to make a special delivery."

My hand trembled as I took the list from him and scanned it. I gulped hard as I realized that these items were everything someone needs to make a homemade bomb. He was going to make a bomb. Not a few drums of gasoline, throw a match, and BOOM! This was a real actual bomb and he was sending me to get the stuff to make it. I slowly lifted my gaze from the paper to look at his face. He looked completely serious. Of course, when I made eye contact with him he burst into a fit of laughter. I don't really know why…it is The Joker after all, but I had that "you're kidding, right?" look on my face.

Once he regained control of himself, he cocked his head to one side as if to ask "whatcha think?" I raised an eyebrow in question as I glanced at the list again. He just nodded his head without saying anything. He didn't have to say anything. That nod just confirmed all my suspicions. He really was going to make a bomb, and he wanted me to get the stuff. And I could bet that that's the delivery he would want me to make later. I knew I should've said no, but somehow I just couldn't do that to him. Not anymore at least…I was addicted to him so really wasn't anything I wouldn't do anymore.

I nodded my head and stood up, "I suppose I should go get this stuff now then, huh?"

"If you like. I'll wait here for you. I stand out just a little too much in a crowd after all," he said with a wink.

I forced a grin and nodded once. I turned on my heel and headed out the door with the list. I couldn't help but think to myself as I got into the car to head into downtown Gotham, You're a sucker for him…if he's the drug and you're the addict then what you need is an intervention…and soon…