AN - Special thanks to my BETA MissMaddHatter - thank you for helping me with everything but mostly for editing this to extreme awesomeness XD *huuuuuugz*

So original characters I've used, Joker so far, belong to creators and rightfull owners, NOT ME. I so freaking wish haha. I just write for the joy not to make any profit.

Characters I own are Madison, Amber, Riley, Max, Leo and Adam.

WARNINGS! - Language

Enjoy, please R&R XO XO

Saying Goodbye

I look into the bathroom mirror and notice bruises forming on my cheeks.

I sigh, pulling up my shirt sleeve to reveal the bite marks which were now a deep purple, dry blood clinging to the sides. I softly glide my fingers across them, seemingly mystified by their prominence. It's not every day that a person gets bit by the Joker, after all.

"You like them?" An amused voice inquires and I turn around to find the Joker standing calmly at the bathroom doorway. I open my mouth to say something but I can't seem to form words as I look at him in silent awe.

"You seem so calm and…not busy." I finally speak up, feeling a bit dumb at my bluntness.

He walks further into the room, taking slow and purposeful strides.

"Well, I have many 'plans' at the moment and my men are busy with them as we speak." The Joker looks down at me, cocking his head to the side in a thinking gesture. I suddenly remember something that I'd been meaning to ask.

"Oh! I forgot to ask…do you still have my bag?"

He licks his lips and raises his eyebrows at me, silently asking why I would need it.

"I don't have a phone or anything dangerous in there it's just…I need my pills." I blurt out the last part, avoiding his domineering gaze.

"Pills? Care to enlighten me on, uh, what kind of pills?" He asks with a small giggle, walking even closer to me.

"You know, THE pill." I point out in annoyance, looking at him with an equally perturbed expression.

"Why would you need them if you were a virgin?" He asks me, grinning like the Cheshire cat himself.

"My doctor advised me to take them in order to keep my period regular, if you must know." I smirk and, even though it should be impossible, his grin becomes wider.

"Stay here." He demanded, making his way towards the location of my possessions.

I turn my back to the mirror and slowly pull down my underwear, picking at the plasters that are keeping the white patches in place on my ass. I wanted to see what my brand looked like, in case it was infected or anything.

"Get the fuck off!"

Finally able to lift one side up to see it properly, I look over my shoulder to see the brand reflected in the mirror.

It takes me a while to get a full glimpse but I can finally see the mark that makes me his.

Thinking he only scratched something on my ass was false. I was shocked to see the thick scabs of lettering on my right cheek; it was certain to leave a scar from being cut so deep.

Joker was permanently scarred on my ass.

I quickly covered it back up, not in the mood to look at it anymore.

As I hear the door shut, I turn back to face the mirror and start playing around with my hair in an attempt to look like I was doing something else other than looking at the brand.

I turn slightly to find Joker holding out my bag to me and I utter a 'thanks', emptying its contents on the floor with a smile.

There were my face paints, music player, purse, keys, a few random sweets, and then my packet of pills. Luckily I brought them with me that day, thinking I'd forget about them when I packed.

"Face paints? How cliché'." He giggles to me, his dark eyes looking down from his standing position at the door.

"Yeah, I'm an art freak. I used to draw random crap on my face and arms when I was bored at work." I continue to look in my bag to see if anything's left. When I find out there isn't, I put the rest of my stuff back into it and leave out my pill packet, taking my daily pill without trouble.

I stand up and clutch my bag, contemplating over whether I should ask him…

I feel my expression changing from concerned to scared as I twist the material of my bag nervously.

"Joker?"

Joker looks up at me, his expression surprisingly serious, and nods for me to continue.

"May…may I ring my mom please? I know it's a ridiculous request but since I'm unable to leave, I just want to tell her I've gone traveling."

"Nope; that's out of the question." He answers me right away, interrupting me from saying anything further.

"Please? It won't be a long conversation! It's just that if she doesn't hear from me she'll get worried and possibly call the police." Joker's eyes widen in a silent realization and he turns his head, closing his eyes in a thinking stance.

"Since you put it that way… we don't want any of the GCPD ruining our little, uh, love nest." He turns with a giggle , looking back over his shoulder to relay a point.

"I'll get you a phone and me a knife." He smiles at me one last time before exiting the room.

Quick; think of what you have to say!

I twist the material in my hands even more, worrying about what I should say to her in case I would break down crying.

It's not long before the Joker returns with a phone in his left hand and an intimidating looking knife in his right. He points the knife to the bed in the other room and I walk over to it quickly, dropping my bag to the floor as I settle down on to the mattress. He then asks me for the number so he can dial it himself and after he presses in the digits, he passes me the phone, holding the knife to my throat threateningly.

I frown, as the ringing never ceases and hang up with a sigh.

"She's not answering…she's probably at work." I say, passing the phone back and telling him the number to her work. I watch as the Joker holds the phone up to his ear, sucking on his bottom lip for a few seconds before he opens his mouth to speak.

"Hello. May I please speak to Mrs. Debbie?" He asks in a different voice that sounded…normal.

"Yes, that's the one. Of course I'll hold." Joker rolled his eyes and looked back at me, saying,

"Stupid old bag probably wouldn't know where her head was if it wasn't-uh screwed on."

He paused for a few seconds for before inquiring.

"Hey, I'm a friend of Maddie. She wanted me to call you…yes, that's right, Madison. We met at work and I got to tell you, she's some wild gal." I jump up in embarrassment, trying to get the phone from him as the Joker chuckles in a desperate attempt to quell his laughter. He sits back down and places the knife to my throat once more, trying to get me to calm down.

"Of course I'll look after her…wait a second, I think she's just come back from the bathroom; here she is." He grins , handing the phone to me as he trembles with laughter.

I take the phone from him with shaky hands, and hesitantly hold it up to my ear.

"Mom? Hey, it's Maddie."

"Madison! It's so good to hear your voice! How have you been? Are you coming home soon? How's America?" She cheered through the phone, happiness evident in her voice as I tried desperately to keep the tears from falling.

"I'm fine; brilliant, really. America's fantastic. There are so many sights and things to do here. I doubt I'll be coming home any time soon" I say looking up at Joker and, as I do, the dam of tears finally give way.

"Why? Are you alright?" She asks in concern, as I try to regain control of my emotions.

"I'm fine, honestly. I called to see how you were and to just hear your voice. I wanted to tell you that I'm going traveling with my friend...." I look harder at Joker, trying to think of a decent name to call him.

"....Joe. He's my friend from work. We're pretty close and we both have dreams of traveling so we decided to go together." The tears were coming down stronger and I finally realized that I couldn't stop them. I wanted to see her so badly; the pain of not being able to see her again was more then aching, it was unbearable.

"I really want to see you. I've missed you so much and I have no one to speak to now; I miss my Maddie!" She laughs, clearly trying to hide the fact that she's crying as well.

"Mom… please...you're making this harder. I hope you're fine and I really hope to see you soon." I watch Joker shake his head no; grinning like the maniac he is, as I say the last part. I shut my eyes in an attempt to calm myself, as I try to keep my breathing even.

"Next time I come across a phone, I'll ring you I miss you so much and love you uncontrollably." Joker leans closer to me, dropping his knife, and my legs begin to get weak as I say goodbye to my mom.

My free hand grabs on to the Joker's arm for support and he temporarily goes rigid, obviously not used to expressing his own emotions so freely.

"Of course, hun. I miss you and love you; I hope the traveling goes well." She says to me, her voice quivering even though she tried to laugh it off.

"Goodbye, mom." I cry helplessly through the phone, almost fully breaking down. It was almost more than I could handle.

"Bye sweetie." And then there was the inevitable dial tone.

The phone drops out of my hand as I fall to the floor, crying my eyes out. My hands tug at my hair as I begin to pull to cause myself pain.

"I'll never see her again… ever! I'll be trapped in this hole forever!" I scream through clenched teeth as I tug at my hair, having the urge to just have a full blown tantrum on the floor.

Joker bends down to be, lifting my chin with the other end of his knife.

"Let the adventure begin!" He cackles, his yellow teeth displayed for all to see.

Now I'm completely stuck here. I'm cut off from anyone normal. I'm trapped here with this lunatic and....adventure.

"Adventure?"