The Joker gripped Phoebe's delicate face between his hard fingers, the tips denting painfully into her cheeks, the leather of his worn purple gloves almost burning against her skin. The position in which he held her caused her to pout and her lips to part slightly under the force of his hold. Almost jarring her neck with the speed, he twisted his wrist around, moving her head from side to side to get a good look at her face, her pale cheeks that were flushed pink under his grasp, her big dark eyes which were wide with fear, her silky strands of dark hair falling out of the diamante clip holding it up at the back of her head, and finally to her luscious lips, coated in a light layer of caramel coloured lipstick making them look almost edible. The Joker licked his own lips as he adjusted her position of sitting on his lap as the big black van jolted violently, relishing the feel of her body rubbing unconsciously against his.
'Grumpy watch the fucking road! We nearly just lost this precious little diamond.' He screeched at the masked man behind the wheel. A low groan of a 'Yes Boss' reached her ears before her attention was drawn back to the Joker who was now addressing her.
'Well aren't you just gorgeous! I know I told you already but I just wanted to get the poin-t across.' He accented the t in point, hissing through his teeth as he brought out a little intricately delicate dagger and pointed it into her cheek, beside his thumb. She drew in a shaky breath as she focused on the blade, 'Don't worry about this little thing Miss Brooks. As long as you do as you're told, I won't ... uh ... hurt you.' He finished his sentence with a high pitched cackle at let go of her to hold his sides as he cracked up with laughter. Phoebe was temporarily relieved that he had let go odd her, wiggling about trying to get away from him, but she was violently thrown to the floor as the van came to abrupt halt. Her head came into contact with a sharp piece of metal on the ground, and the last thing she saw was the Joker's laughing face as he leered down at her and her world went black.
Phoebe groaned as she woke up, her face against the cold concrete of a warehouse floor, and surrounded by a pool of thick warm liquid. Her eyes refused to focus and her head resounded in pain as she held sobs back, silent tears tracking their way down her cheeks. Raising her hands Phoebe realised her hands and feet were bound by scratchy lengths of rope restricting her movement, only being able to raise her hands to remove the diamante pin from her hair and feel the matted, wet strands clinging to the back of her head. Looking at her fingers she almost fainted at the sight of her own deep red blood staining her skin.
'ha ha he he Ho Ho Ho ha!' Heavy pounding footsteps announced the Joker's arrival in the room 'Sleeping beauty awakes.' He bent down beside her face engulfing her in his scent of gun powder gasoline and blood, 'does she speak? Or has the cat got your tongue? Hmm princess?' he continued to leer down at her his yellow teeth on show to her. Phoebe just looked away, retreating from his breath, only to have her head turned back towards him by her hair. A sharp eye watering pain burst through her skull encouraging a small tear to glide down her cheek and a sharp intake of breath to leave her lips. 'No? Not talking eh? We'll see about that!' he jeered slamming his fist into her cheekbone, a resounding crunch broke through the air at the contact. She squealed in pain but refuse to give him any satisfaction from her screams. 'Still nothing? You're just asking for it aren't you?' he cackled once again slamming his knuckles against her face. She struggled to hold back tears feeling the zone of collision already blackening with bruising, the area around it red and tender. 'Speak! What are you to Batsy? Answer me!' he roared raising his fist to her once again, but it was stopped by a metal clad hand before it made contact with her face.
'Let go of her Joker! She's done nothing!' Batman growled as he forced the Joker to the floor beneath him, the pair of them pummelling each other into the floor. The joker kept laughing, the horrendous sound piercing through her eardrums, along with the sound of smashing fists and cracking bones. 'What is she to you Batsy ha ha? You seem to be fond of her, getting soft are you eh Batsy?' another smack from the Batman sent the joker head first back into the wall, the skull splitting with a resounding crack, sending the man slumping to the floor unconscious. Right on time Gordon and his team burst through the doors, dragging The joker out behind them, leaving a trail of blood. After a few words with Gordon, Batman walked to Phoebe's position on the floor, cradling her to his chest.
'You came!' Phoebe exclaimed as he cut through her binds freeing her hands which she then used to brush her fingers lightly against his cheek in gratitude, 'You really came!' The batman let a sharp exhalation out of his nose, before cupping his face in his hands, 'Of course I came, how could I let you be hurt?' he bent his head to hers lightly rubbing his nose against hers in an Eskimo kiss, their close proximity giving her butterflies, without knowing what she was doing she lifted her head and kissed him, her soft lips connecting with his breath takingly. As he pulled away he looked into her eyes and whispered 'I need and love you too much to have let you go to him.' A tear of happiness slid down her cheek as she smiled and reached up to kiss him again.