AN - SOOOO SORRRY!! I have'nt updated any of my fics for such a long time. I've been so busy it's been chaos :( Anywho now its the holidays YAAY! time to be a lazy ass lol also to indulge in my obsessions and begin writing up more!

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 and Violence!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Enjoy, please R&R XO XO

Looking Normal

I wake up on my side of the bed. My eyes sore from crying all night untill I finally fell asleep, he did'nt say anything else to me after the phone call. He's been out all night, causing more mayhem around Gotham no doubt.

Not being able to stay in this room; waiting for him to return, I decide to go downstairs for a drink, not knowing if I'm allowed anything to eat without Joker's permission.

Silently walking down the hallway to the top of the stairs, I stop as I hear people's voices coming from the kitchen. Feeling nervous I begin to play with the bottom of my shirt, even though I've made some sought of conact with two of them, I've only met one of his men properly, Adam. And he seemed pretty normal.

But who knows what the others are like, being left with a girl who has no weapons to defend herself. I swallow hard and go down the stairs.

I come to the bottom step, stopping on it looking at the table with two men sitting at it. It's two im unfamiliar with, the bauld guy and the brown haired one, the most average looking person in the bunch. They look at me, then at each other.

"Hey, you must be Madison" The brown haired man smiles to me motioning to the chair at the empty end of the table.

"Maddie, Hi" I say sitting down into the chair.

"Boss likes it when we call everyone by their first name" The bauld one notes to me with a small smile.

"Really? why?" I ask creasing my brows together in confusion. They both shrug at the same time.

"Im Riley" The brown haired one smiles as he pats his chest with his left hand thats leaning on the table, I smile and nod to him.

"And that's Max" he points his finger across the table to the bauld guy. I nod to Max as he clicks his mouth to me with a wink.

So thats the guy who carried me.....

"When will Joker be back?"

"Not sure, he's been out quite a long time, one or both of us will go out soon to make sure he has'nt been arrested, why missing him?" Riley finishes off with a smirk.

I make a disgust sound and roll my eyes round, they come back down and focus on the table.

More names and other notes scratched into the woodwork, I trace my fingers over them. Suddenly Riley and Max jump out of their seats to their feet, My eyes shoot up to them.

"What?" I ask confused, their eyes wide with shock. Thats when I hear his heavy breathing behind me.

I feel my own eyes widen as I shoot out of my own seat and spin to face the person behind me. Joker standing there looking pissed as ever; panting, new fresh makeup coving his face.

"B-Boss, how did it go?" I hear Riley ask, Joker keeps is eyes on me as he answers back.

"Fine, had a small battle with lover boy, he just can't get enough"

"We'll get rid of him soon Boss" Max says quite bravely. Jokers eyes move creeply from mine to Max standing behind me.

"I don't want to get rid of him, I want to break him!" he growls sending my hands flying to cover my ears.

"Sure...Boss" Max answers back.

Joker looks back to me, I see it in his eyes whats about to come, built up from adrenaline and anger.

A beating's coming my way.

His arms come flying at me as he grabs a handfull of my hair, dragging me up the stairs with him.

As the door to the bedroom opens, he throws me on the bed. Before I could spin round to see him, he's on top on me.

Slashing the back of my shirt with a knife, I cry as I feel the knife cut me underneath.

My fingers grip the bed sheets, trying to pull myself from under him.

He squeezes his legs closer together, piunning my body more between them. After a few more slashes he finally gets off me, laughing at what hes done.

I feel warmth run down my body as I jump off the bed. I stand on the other side of the bed petrified as I watch him climb across the bed towards me. I move backwards to the wall panicing what to do.

Joker comes up closer to me, pinning me up against the wall with his body, without even thinking I knee him between the legs and push him away from me as I run from him.

"HA! he he ha hum" he laughs as he bends down slightly, bracing his hands on his knees.

"Well well, did'nt expect that, not..at..all" He laughs walking over to me as I back up agaisnt another wall, cursing myself for what I just done.

"Now it's time to make you a proper member of this family" he whispers as he comes closer.

"Im not fully part of it?" I ask scared out my wits, was he gonna scar me like him?

"HA! your no where near, cupcake" He brings one of his faveourite knives out to my face again.

"I've always wanted a girl in the gang" he grins as he traces the sharp edge of the knife around my face.

The coldness of the blade dissapears. I look at him, his usual unhappy face. Soon he storms off into the bathroom dragging me with him.

He rips the remains of my t-shirt over my head, hurting the slashes on my back as he does. Taking off his overcoat he asks me to pass him a roll of white patch wrap, same stuff used to cover my brand.

I pass the wrap to him. He frowns as if he's looking at something then spins me round.

He holds me still, my back facing him, I watch in the mirror as I see him study the slashes, taking off his gloves and placing them on the sink. My eyes creep to the side, seeing some normal clothes draped over the toilet.

I cover my front with my arms, holding my chin in my hands as I watch. I feel his hands roam around my back, I jump and wince as he squeezes my back slightly, guessing to see how deep they are.

"Lucky their not too deep" he says in an almost normal tone, putting the white patches on my back. I shrug, not knowing what to do or say, nothing I could do about them now, the pain of my brand was 100 time worse then these.

"I lost it back then, so I.... apologise" I watch him make a face as he says the word, my mouth drops open "Thanks" I let out quickly.

He spins me back round to face him, making his nails digg into my hips again

fuck! they we're healing!!!!!

I groan at the pain and annoyance of it. He moves me towards the door.

"Now my time in here" he says as his hand pushes my face making me stumble into the bedroom. Slamming the door shut behind me.

"Theres a shirt lying about, put that on" I hear him shout through the door. I look round the room's floor for the shirt. Its a normal blue t-shirt, I quickly put it in as the coldness was getting to me.

"What the fuck is he doing?" I ask myself ,sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at the bathroom door.

Not long after that, the bathroom door finally opens, but it's not the Joker who exits, its the 'sufer looking dude' I saw sketching, walking home that one night, it shocks me how much that makeup can change the way he looks.

His hair still tinged with green, and eyes red from rubbing the makeup off so hard.

Wearing not so bright clothes then usual, a dark green, tight fitted shirt with dark blue jeans finished off with a worn pair of converse.

His face flesh coloured, it's weird that I think now he's wearing the makeup, being so use to him looking like he usually does.

His scars blending in with his face, not showing as much as they did the first time I saw him dressed this way. I stand up from the bed and smile slightly and hold out his cap that I found under the t-shirt I'm wearing.

He makes a face and takes it from me and grabs my wrist without putting the cap on. Dragging me out of the bedroom to the metal door. I stare in shock as he scrambles with the locks then throwing the door open grabbing my wrist again.

The bright sun blinds me at first, making me bring an arm up to block it from my eyes. I try to move as quick as Joker does as he pulls me. I look round and see a white van parked, guessing thats the one that I came here in.

He opens to the drivers door, I climb in and move across to the passengers side as Joker climbs in after me. I look round the van noticing that the lock has been damaged making it impossible for someone like me to open it.

"How do your men open this door?" I ask looking at the lock. "They have their own tricks" he mumbles as he turns the key to start the car.

"Your place or mine?" he grins as he stares at me.

"You mean we're actually going out?" shocked that he's actually driving me somewhere.

"Yup! so whats your address?" I tell him my address as we set off. Too busy looking out of the window that I forget who I'm with. I turn to him, watching him drive cursing as he does.

"Why are we going to my apartment?"

"Because if anyone has a key or something, seeing all your shit there could set of an alarm in the old thinker" he says tapping his head.

I think about how odd he will look standing in my clean apartment. The oddness of him trying to fit in with my normal items. Even if he's dressed normal this time it will still be like an antique trying to fit in a modern store.

XO

Ahaahah, I've missed this story :) I love the whole antique fitting in a modern store I think It fits Joker pefectly :D Really hope you guys are still into the story more mayhem and other goodies are on their way for Madison

So Love, Peace and Put A Smile On That Face