These situations sucked.

Best way to describe them really. Well, there was annoying, tiring, boring was also on the list, and nothing new to her. But all in all, they sucked.

Twitching her nose, she grumbled under her breath when it continued to itch and she was at the moment incapable of scratching it. Shaking her head, she huffed, blowing some stray bangs out of her eyes.

With a lazy perusal of her eyes, she scanned her current surroundings. It was dark, damp, decrepit, abandoned, and the perfect place to hold a person hostage. Like herself.

It also stank.

Shifting to the chair she was tied down to, she turned to face her kidnapper. She would honestly admit, out of all kidnappers and kidnappings, this... pretty much took the cake. Because honestly, how many people can say they got kidnapped by a purple suit wearing deranged clown?

Well, with the way this city was... probably a hand full of people. But still.

Her nose twitched again. It was getting annoying how persistent an itch could get.

"Well my dear, how are we this evening?"

She raised a brow as she stared up at her kidnapper. Faded yellow-green hair fell in greasy curls to his shoulders. His face was painted in a nightmarish clown face. The paint was faded, cracked and made the wrinkles of his face all that more prominent. The black around his eyes seemed to also make his darker instead of making them standout more. And the red... followed his mouth and the scars that began at the corner of his lips all the way up to his cheeks.

His suit as well appeared to be a made of something that could have been expensive material at one point in history, and beneath it was a faded lilac shirt, green vest and then patterned lilac shirt with a darker lilac tie.

It was easy to tell this guy had a thing for green and purple.

"Are you really asking that after you kidnapped me and had me tied to this chair?"

"Yes I am. You see..." he licked his lips as he rested his hands on his knees to bring himself closer to her level. "The last time I kidnapped someone, well multiple someones, I never really got to sit down and have a chat with them. So I'm curious."

"About what?" she wiggled her nose to try and get rid of that damn itch.

He smirked down at her. "Are you comfortable?"

She pulled her head back a bit to get a better look at him, making sure she heard him correctly. "If I say no, will you untie me and let me go?"

He let out a somewhat girlish giggle and clapped his hands. "A girl with a sense of humor. I like that. My boys also told me you put up a fight, meaning you got spirit as well. Even better."

"May I know why you kidnapped me?"

"Oh sure." he waved his hands about. "Was bored and needed something to do."

"Because you were bored... Why not take up a hobby?" when he looked down at her cocking his head to the side. "One that doesn't involve kidnapping."

"Where's the fun in that?"

Closing her eyes and letting herself sink into the back of the chair she was in, she wriggled and twitched her nose yet again as the itch returned yet again. Her eyes snapped open as she flinched back, her kidnapper apparently sensing her discomfort, began to scratch her nose.

When she subtly began to move her face away, not at all comfortable with him actually touching, his hand slipped down to grip her chin and wrenched her to face forward.

Gulping, she tried to free herself from his hold, but could only purse her lips when his grip tightened and began to lean in closer towards her. Her eyes darted down when she saw how his lips were twisting into a smile, his scars and face paint making it all the more frightening.

"Would you like to know how I got these scars?" hearing the sound of something swift, her eyes darted to his other hand, eyes widening when she saw a knife catching what meager light there was in the abandoned building.

Clenching her eyes shut, she tried to twist herself out of his hold and let out whimper when she felt the cold tip of said knife trailing lightly from the corner of her mouth and then up to her cheek.

"Open your eyes." he cooed, as if he were speaking to a child. But when she kept them closed, his grip tightened around her jaw as he repeated his demand. "Open your eyes!"

Her eyes flew opened and she stared directly into his own eyes, seeing how he was pleased. But who knew for how long.

"Now. These scars of mine..." he smiled yet again, voice softening as if he were telling a bedtime story. "I went to this school, yeah, and there was this one kid. He always liked to pick and beat on the others."

When he suddenly, and somewhat painfully, plopped himself into her lap and made himself as comfortable as he could, she grunted at the unexpected action, his disturbing closeness and weight. Her brows furrowed when he licked his lips yet again and waved the hand that held the knife about.

"One day, you see, he had gotten into some trouble and decided to take his anger out on me." he licked his lips again, seemingly growing excited with his own spun tale. "He took a knife, much like this one, and then cut me from ear to ear. Like so..."

He traced the motions on her own face lightly and then tapped the knife against her cheek when he finished.

"All the while asking me, Why so serious?" he purred the question as he leaned in closer.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because, word on the street is, you are the newest soft spot of Gotham's would be knight."

Furrowing her brows, now wondering if this man had lost his marbles. Or had any to begin with. "Me? I only met him briefly once... and that was weeks ago."

He hummed, waving the knife about delicately, seemingly interested in how the light reflected off of it.

"Yes, well that may be so my dear, but apparently it was enough to catch his attention." he pressed the flat edge of the knife against her cheek and then turned her head this way and that as if to examine her. "You're not as tall as the last one, but you are more feisty. And as I said before..."

He leaned in so closely to whisper in her ear, his scared cheek rubbing against her own that she couldn't help but shiver at the invasion of her personal boundaries.

"I love a girl with a sense of humor."

Hearing a crash from outside and the sounds of angry shouts and fighting, Kagome tried to turn her head in the direction it came from. Though his grip on her jaw tightened as a reminder that he was in control. Hissing at the pain, she was surprised when his grip softened and moved to her head, where he proceeded to stroke her hair like she were a child or distraught animal.

"Are... Aren't you going to see what that is?"

"Oh I already know -who- that is." he continued to pet her as the sounds of fighting continued, but all too quickly, silence fell.

Her kidnapper leaned forward and propped his chin on her shoulder, the arm that was armed with the pocket knife followed suit on the same shoulder. The running of his fingers through her hair and petting her continued, but he was now shushing her as if he were trying to calm her down.

When the sound of a rusty door being kicked open sounded from behind her, she was about to turn her head to see if it really who it was, but the hand grabbed a fist full of her hair painfully tight momentarily. When her kidnapper was sure she would continue to face forward, he then resumed running his gloved fingers through her hair.

"Hello~ Batsy."

AN: Someone requested the Joker, and until recently -last night- I honestly had NO idea what to write. Then this little plunny hopped out of nowhere and made itself comfortable until I wrote it up. I actually really enjoyed writing this, but I only know the Joker character through the movies Batman with Jack Nicholson and The Dark Knight with Heath Ledger, so I hope I have his character down. I really gotta watch me some superhero shows and movies again... Other than that; read, enjoy, and review!