Emmie POV -

I opened my eyes to the sight of dark green eyes smeared with black makeup, and the same smile which had tainted the refrigerator and the television earlier.

The man in the makeup grabbed my wrists and walked me until my back was against the hard, metal walls of the room, and leaned close to my face.

"Do you know who I am?" he breathed into my ear. A shiver trailed down my spine as I kept my head down, avoiding his icy eyes. I swallowed my fear and remained silent.

"I asked you a question!" He tightened his grip on my wrists with inhuman strength, causing me the wriggle in pain.

"I don't know what you want!" I shrieked. "How did you get my email? Who are you?" I continued to try to free myself, though I knew it was useless. He leaned in closer and dropped us both to our knees.

"How did you forget me?" He whispered. His voice had changed now. It was quiet, and aching with a hurt I could not understand. I looked up, with the hopes of inquiring with my eyes, and looked into his. And I remembered everything.

"Jake..?"

My breath stopped in my lungs. My heart stuttered to halt. He turned his face away.

"Oh my God."

Tears spilled from my eyes and my heart had started again, but I wished it hadn't. It was aching incredibly now; I couldn't breathe. I couldn't feel. What was going on?

"Why are you here?" I asked, my chest feeling as if it were going to explode from longing. He didn't answer.

"What happened to you?" I tried again, staring at his lips. There were huge scars trailing up his cheeks, forming a blistered smile. His eyes were hollow now, not deep and warm like they once were. His hair was tangled and matted and frayed, dark and uncared for. His warm, honey tinted hair was nowhere to be found.

He drew a deep, shuttering breath, falling backwards onto the floor. He landed with a clang on the metal plates, his entire body shaking. I took his hand.

"Jake..-"

He flicked his wrist and his hands were gripping mine, his eyes boring holes into me.

"Never call me that."

I backed away in fear, my eyes wide. I sat there, staring fearfully out of the window across the room. What had happened in those ten years we were apart?

I felt him next to me then, and his arm slithered around my shoulders, pulling me against his chest. All I could smell was tobacco and gasoline. I laced my arms around his stomach.

"I'm so sorry.." He trailed off, his voice shaking. He pulled me tighter to his chest, and I could hear his heart thundering inside, thousands of beatings a second. He breathed deeply and kept me there, and suddenly I was crying, tears streaming from my eyes and dripping from my cheeks to his jacket. He stood up then, pulling me with him, and pulled me closer than ever toward him, nearly crushing me in the process.

"I missed you so much Em. You have no idea how much I missed you. There wasn't one day I ever stopped thinking about you.."

I hugged him back, burying my face in his chest.

"Why did you leave me?" I asked, my voice cracking as I remembered.

"I - No, Emily, I never left you. I would never leave you. I'm too selfish to be without you. I just knew you could never love me back if I looked like this.." He trailed off, dropping his arms from around me and turning around. He walked over to a chair in the corner and sat down, his hand over his face. His makeup had all but disappeared during our ordeal.

I walked over to him slowly and kneeled in front of the chair, grabbing his hand away from his face and staring at him.

"Do you know how long I've wanted you back?" I let my words sink in. He wouldn't look me in the eyes. I went on- "Do you think I've ever cared what you look like? You're Jake-" (oops, wasn't supposed to call him that) "-and that's all I've ever wanted. Just you. I've always loved your face, and I still love it."

He looked at me, his eyes red with suppressed tears, and stood up with me, pulling my face toward his, and kissed me gently on the forehead. His lips brushed along my nose down to the tip, kissing me there as well. He moved to my cheek, and then my neck, and trailed my jaw until finally, after ten long years, our lips connected.

My heart stopped, and I pulled him closer, wrapping my arms around his neck. He tightened his arms around my waist until I could hardly breathe, and suddenly we were apart.

"I'm sorry.." He stuttered, turning around in the small, cell-like room.

"Oh, no, Jake. It's fine," I blubbered. "What did I do wrong?"

"This is just wrong, you don't deserve this. You can go home. I'll never bother you again."

My eyebrows furrowed together and my mouth arranged itself into a firm line. "You don't want me here?"

"Of course I do, I just-"

"Good. Because I'm not leaving now. You have no idea how long I've wanted to find you, and now that I've got you, there's no way I'm losing track of you again."

He sighed, closing his eyes and leaning his cheek against his hand.

"You wanna know how I got these scars?"

woooooaaaaah looks like they met up again. :) how cuuuute.
i don't really feel like making the joker nuts like he is in the movie. it's too much work and personally i'd like to write kissy scenes more than crazy, bombing building scenes. if you know what i mean. haha. :))))) but i'll prolly still write some action scenes somewhere in here. so yeah he's super out of character, but that's kaaaaay. :) tell me what you think!