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I get up, and look around. I can't help the curiosity to try and find out if this really is the Joker's bedroom. Sure, I'm scared as ever, but I'm alone, and I need to try and find a way out. My survival instincts are stronger than anything else I'm feeling right now.

Okay, so there are two doors in the room, the one we came in, and one on the other side of the room. I walk over to the second one, and open it. There's a shabby looking bathroom, which isn't very different from the one I have at my apartment. Okay, I see a toilet, a rusty sink, a shower and a cupboard.

I walk over to the cupboard and open it with mild curiosity. The hinges squeak quietly, and I am shocked at what I see. Rows and rows of prescription bottles are inside. I take one down, and it is prescribed to Harry Rienholt. The name is unfamiliar to me, and I move on. The next is prescribed to Gina Kellar. This continues with each bottle I take down, different names, and varying levels of medication. From aspirin to narcotics, they are all here.

I wonder what he uses all of these for. He wouldn't just use them all right?

I close the door and decide to worry about it later. I walk back into the main room and look around again. There is a small dresser on the far side of the bad and I walk over to it. I pull it open and see a gun. It is a large black pistol. I don't know what kind it is, but I am struck with an idea. I can get out. I pick it up and remember growing up watching my dad use guns in the back yard. I pick it up and find myself smiling. I am filled with such a feeling of confidence that the thought of failure doesn't even occur to me.

I walk over to the door I had come in, and try the handle. Another piece of luck. The Joker must have forgotten to lock it. I keep the gun in front of me, and walk as quietly as possible down the hallway. I can't see very well because the lights are off, and I stumble a little at first. At the end of the hallway, I begin to hear voices down the stairs. I try to listen as I creep down them one at a time.

"So what are you gonna do with her boss?" A gruff voice asks.

"I'm not a man with a plan. I'm open for uh, improvising. Why got an idea?"

"I do." I say, walking into the room. "I'm leaving now."

"Well well well," Joker says, not seeming surprised at all. "And how do you think you're gonna do that?"

"I'm going to walk out, and no one is going to come near me. Leave me alone, and I won't shoot." I see the door behind him, and don't exactly know how I'm going to get past the group. The henchmen are unarmed, but I can't fight them all.

I start to walk around them, and can't look away from Joker's eyes. They are alight with a spark of interest that I can't explain. He doesn't look scared, but he doesn't look angry either. As a matter of fact he looks not only intrigued, but also strangely happy. He smirks as if he can read my mind, and says,

"Better hurry sweets. I'm not gonna wait here forever." He finishes with a laugh that chills my bones.

I reach the door, and open it quickly. As soon as I can't see them anymore, I take off running down the road. I can't believe it worked! I am filled with the adrenaline of my escape and want to laugh as I turn a corner. I am in an alley, and slow down automatically. I need to figure out where I am before I keep running like this.

A muted noise behind me almost makes me scream and I turn around. At first, I don't see anything, but as my eyes search, I notice the familiar shape of my phone in a nearby dumpster. I walk over to it and pick it up with my free hand. How did it get here? The last time I saw it, it was with... Batman. He must know exactly where I am! He could save me! I flip it open and see a new text from an unfamiliar number.

You need to go back. It's the only way to get close enough to arrest him. Please understand.

-B

Great. Batman is telling me to go back? Now what do I do? I can't go back to that psycho! No way! Never gonna happen! Never!

I storm off in a random direction. First I thought I was supposed to be bait for Batman, now I'm supposed to be used by him to bait the Joker? How was that ever going to work?

It wasn't. That's the point. I walk into an open street and still have no idea where I am. It looks like somewhere in the narrows. Great. I escaped one villain to be picked up by who knows who next. I continue walking aimlessly, and hear a car behind me. I duck behind a dumpster until it passes. I can't be too careful around here.

I open my phone again, and click reply.

I'm not going back. Please help me find my way home.

Short sweet and to the point. He'd better respond. I would have more than just a couple of complaints about the masked vigilante if he left me stranded in the narrows with only my phone and the Joker's gun. Well, at least I wasn't completely defenseless.

A few seconds later, my phone buzzed again.

Take a left, follow it for 3 blocks, and take a right to get home.

-B

He must be on the rooftops watching me. Well, at least I wasn't completely alone. I follow his instructions, hoping that Batman will keep any creepers from bothering me.

The wind picks up and I wrap my arms around myself to keep warm. I'm glad Batman is going to keep me out of this silly game. I had almost forgot I was carrying a gun, and when the cold metal touched my arm, I skipped back half a step.

After the three blocks, I turned to the right, but nothing looked familiar. I walked for about a hundred yards, and was about to turn around when I heard his loud, happy, infuriating voice say, "There she is! I'm so glad I found you!"

No. The Joker couldn't be around here! Batman said he was leading me home!

I turned and frantically looked around me, trying to see where the voice was coming from, and noticed for the first time that two of his goons in clown masks were behind me.

"Stay back!" I warned, throwing the gun up in front of me. This couldn't be happening. How long had they been following me?

"Don't worry princess, they won't hurt you." Joker's voice came from behind me. I spun around, but still couldn't see him, so I directed the gun back at the henchmen. Joker's laugh bounced through the street, and echoed, giving the impression there were five Joker's laughing, not just him.

Suddenly, his hand grabbed my shoulder, and he pulled me around to face him. "We've been looking everywhere for you! Did'ja miss me?"

I push the gun into his chest and say, "No! Let me go or I'll shoot you."

He just laughs harder than ever for a few moments, and puts his face very close to mine. "Do it." He whispers, suddenly very serious.

My mind races as I try to think of a way to escape. He's waiting for my reaction, and I can hear the sound of his henchmen getting closer. Suddenly, I'm angry because Batman is probably watching this right now, and he still isn't going to come and save me.

That one push of anger snaps what little control I have. I squeeze the trigger.

Click.

"Ha, ha, haa!" The Joker screams. "You actually thought I would leave you with a loaded gun! Well, I can honestly say, you don't disappoint. I wanted to see what you would do if I gave you an opportunity, and you sure are a feisty one aren't you? Yes, we are definitely going to keep you around for a while!"

He grabs my arm and drags me to a nearby alley. I see his van parked, and he throws me in the backseat.

Wherever Batman is, I hope he's happy.

When we get back to the warehouse, it's the same routine. Joker grabs my arm and drags me up the stairs and down the hall. However this time, he puts me in the room next to the one I had originally been put in. It looks about the same, and I wonder why the Joker has all of these rooms set up with beds.

Ick. Nevermind. I don't want to know.

"Kudos on your stunt before." Joker smiles. "I must say it, uh, made my day."

"I was trying to kill you and your happy?"

"Oh yes. Extremely. You just proved that anyone can be pushed to kill if they are given the chance. And oh boy was it entertaining."

"I thought you were mad at me?"

"Oh Lane. I could never stay mad at you."

He pulls me into a hug, and I feel disgusting. I don't know why both Batman and the Joker decided to take me into their constant battles, but I don't like it.

I try and push him off me, but he only grabs me harder.

"I wish you would stop trying to resist. Maybe you would then realize that you uh, like the attention."

I ignore him, and just try and put some space in between me and him. He reaches into his pocket and I hear the thwick sound of a switchblade.

Great.

He pulls me forward, and puts the blade against my neck.

"Why can't you just uh, cooperate hmm? Then life would really not have to be so difficult!"

The blade is sharp on my skin, so I whisper, "Okay. I'm sorry."

"That's more like it!" He approves, and pulls me in for another close hug. I stand still, feeling awkward, when he continues, "You know. You could be a little more convincing."

I'm afraid he is going to bring the switchblade back, so I put my arms around him lightly. After a few seconds, he seems satisfied and backs off.

"That will do for now." He winks. "See you later Lane."

He walks out the door, and I just feel confused. I don't know how long I'm going to be here, but I have a feeling he's not going to let me out soon.

I walk over to the bed, and lay down. I hope he won't come back tonight, and that I can just have a few hours to rest, and try to clear my head.

My phone vibrates and I look down. Another message from Batman.

Sorry. It was for the best. Good Luck.

-B

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