Phoebe's eyes widened and she gripped the soft cushioning of the piano stool, preventing herself from toppling off of it onto the shiny, wooden floor. The green haired man with face paint leered at her as he pointed a gun around at the audience, who were panicking, her eyes searched for her friends finding them cuddling close to each other crying in front of the stage.
'My, my aren't you gorgeous princess?' the Joker cooed again, accentuating the t in aren't. Phoebe felt her throat tighten in fear, and choked on her breath. 'What's the matter princess? Cat got your tongue?' he cackled walking towards her, stretching a leather gloved hand out to lightly caress her skin. The gentle touch shocked Phoebe and she looked up into his eyes, the endless brown, which on anybody else would appear warm and caring, was cold and dead, shielding his emotions from the woman he was in front of. 'Hmm,' he continued, a cruel smirk curling its way onto his lips 'so it has beautiful, maybe you'll be more talkative after a little persuasion.' And with that he raised a hand ready to plant a violent slap across her pale cheek when a deep voice roared out from behind them.
'Don't you touch her Joker!' Batman growled, pushing people out of his way getting towards the stage, fisting his hands in the black leather gauntlets. 'Leave her alone!' The Joker's expressions grew evil as he smirked wider, stretching his arm out impossibly quickly and grabbing Phoebe's hair, pulling her onto the floor in front of him, scraping her knees on the ground, before dragging her up and pressing her against his purple clad body, holding a sharpened knife against her milky throat.
'Aha! Batsy! Why would I do that? What is she to you? Hmmmm? This tasty little morsel?' he made his point by trailing his hot, wet tongue down her cheek, leaving a streak of saliva on her flesh. Phoebe's stomach turned and she had to hold herself back from wretching at the unwanted, soggy contact. Batman's lips turned into a hard line as he watched the madman's actions, 'She's innocent 'Joker. Let her go!' he had never felt so much rage towards this man in his life, even when his lifelong friend Rachel Dawes had died in an inferno, at the hands of the Joker a few years earlier. The joker let out a long cackle, which made his chest and body vibrate against Phoebe's back, the knife digging into her skin, a trickle of deep red blood seeping down her skin. 'Oh, Batsy, have a thing for this little beauty do you? That just makes her even more tempting to me!' He finished his statement with vigour gripping Phoebe's chin with his fingers in an iron grip, and turning his face to hers, placing a rough kiss on her lips. Before launching her off of the stage, and jumping down to face Batman on the ball room floor.
Phoebe shook and wiped the Joker's lipstick away from her mouth as she gripped onto Sophie's arms in a painful hug, her best friend's eyes making the silk on her long black dress wet. The scuffle from the two fighting men drew her gaze back up to the commotion. Batman had struck the Joker across the face with his spiked gauntlets, puncturing several holes in his already mangled facial skin. The man flew back against the stage, a splash of blood going with him, but before he reached the platform he brought his foot up, slamming into the Batman's chest sending him backwards to the other side of the room.
Phoebe was pulled away from her friends by a purple clad arm, throwing her over his shoulder, her eyes set on the unconscious Batman who was half slumped against a wall. 'Ladies and Gentleman! I got what I wanted, I bid you Adieu!' he called as the lift doors closed behind the joker and his screaming cargo.