A/N - Thanks for all the support, I'm getting much better and getting back on the mend :) Glad to hear people still want to hear more from this story. I'm stuck on some future chapters right now. Listening to as many songs as I can to clear this writers block, since its the best way to influence my crazy mind.

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Chapter 14 - Things Will Change

I've been trapped here for 2 months now. Joker's made the chance of getting out of here even more difficult then before. The only things I can do when I'm alone in my locked room while he's busy causing problems, making bombs, robbing banks, killing gansters is listen to my mp3 or draw on myself.

I've lost count how many times I'v passed out, been beaten up, got new scars, seen blood.

It's become like a routine, one thing he said I should get out of. How ironic.

Annoyed with boredness I grab my facepaints and sit on my bed for a change not 'our bed' in his words.

I lick the end of my paintbrush and brush it roughly in the pitch black paint, I lift my left wrist and begin to line out my blue veins with the black paint, makng a sort of tree branch patten going up my inner arm.

I shiver as the brissles of the brush tickle my skin as I paint, tounge hanging out in concertration.

I move my arm out infront of me looking at the final marks.

I look down at my paints, 3 colours taking my eyes at once, red, white and black

"Do i dare?" I ask myself . "Why not?".

I walk towards to bathroom with my facepaints in hand. Shutting the door behind me.

Placing them on the sink I felt excited yet scared incase Joker caught me. I stroked my fingers along the pot of white roughly and applied it to my face all over. Quickly surfacing my skin with the white.

I take a paintbrush and begin to swirl around the black paint and bring it to my eyes, trying to make the same worn patterns of the Joker's makeup. Looking in the mirror at my pale white face with two huge dead black holes surrounding my eyes. I take the paintbrush to the red, applying it across my mouth, making a smile.

Trying to match the scar patterns as Jokers. I mix the red with a small ammount of black to darken it, to make the scars on my mouth have depth and look realistic.

I look in the mirror, stunned at what I see. His face on mine, I move my hands up to touch the painted scars across my mouth.

"Imagine if these were real" I whisper tracing them with my hands.

Suddenly the bathroom door comes booming open, making me jump back falling down on the toilet. Joker standing there without his long out coat or suit jacket on, sleeves rolled up, been in the plan room or office I'm guessing.

With a smug look on his face standing there in the open doorway of the bathroom, when he finally sees me sitting down gawping back at him. His smile fades, the look on his face creeps me out the most; its shock.

His eyes wide with his mouth open with a hint of anger...okay alot of anger.

"I.." I cowardly hold up my hands trying to explain what the hell I'm doing with my face painted this way. Joker rushes at me, grabbing my hair tightly; pulling me out the of the bathroom to standing at the foot of the double bed.

"What the fuck do you think your doing? Trying to be like Daddy are we?" The hold of my hair goes to my throat, breaking my air supply off once more. My hands come up and struggle with his trying to loosen them.

Joker flicks a knife to me "Why use paint? Lets make them pernament" he grins to me, putting the knife in my mouth to the left corner.

The hand round my throat goes to grabbing the back of my neck as he tries to make my head steady. The pressure on the knife comes down harder. The stinging pain as the sharp edge cuts the softness of my mouth.

I scream hard, closing my eyes as he cuts me slightly, the blood going in my mouth, the metalic taste thats becoming too familiar with me. Joker begins laughing, letting go of my neck and dropping the knife, his arms across his body as he stands there laughing away.

The back of my hands comes to my mouth wiping any blood away and most likely the pain too. Joker stops laughing then backhands me so hard I spin and fall on the bed. I gasp as I cradle my face in my hands, the humming pain pumping.

A hard grip comes to my hips and spins me so I'm on my back facing him. He climbs on me the knife at my face once more. I stop crying and lie there in fear.

"I have to admit, this really turns me on" Joker grins down, licking his bottom lip scar.

"What causing me pain?" I growl back at him Joker chuckles. "HA! well....not only that, but this look on you. You look.....dangerous!" he grins to me as I cup my mouth with my hand.

"Paint on me"

"Excuse me?" I ask in disbelief.

"I said fucking paint on me" Joker answers back clearly annoyed.

"What do you want paitning on you?" I crease my brows looking at him, what could I possibly paint on this guy? lady bugs and daisy's?

"Make it up" he whispers as he removes his tie and waistcoat, thank god it's only the top half he has in mind.

I go back to the bathroom and get the paints, walking back over to the bed I stop in my tracks and just look at him. Sitting there legs crossed, hands on knees waiting for me with a childish smile. He actually looks cute like that.

I shake my head and walk to the bed, I sit just as he does.

It takes me a while to come up with an idea, I sit there mixing the paints even though I have no idea what to paint on him yet.

"Take off your shirt" I say to him looking down at the paints as I mix them.

I freeze as I watch him actually listen to my order and start to remove his shirt. I laugh to myself and continue to mix the paints.

"What?"

I look up at him. "Just that you usually go on that 'Orders are for people with power to give not the weaklings like the people out there' " I mock in my 'Joker voice'

"Was that supposed to be me?" He raises and eyebrow at me

I ignore his question with a sigh as my shaking hands lifts up to brush the red paint on his chest, just above his left nipple. I stroke the bursh softly, tickling him which sends him to sit there giggling; jittering about.

"Keep still!" I say quietly as he calms down. I write 'Chaos' in the red then I add a darker shade mized from the normal red and black so the words look like scars, just like the ones I have painted across my mouth. And just like the ones he forever has scared on his.

I look up to his mouth for ways I can make it look more realistic. I add a much darker red to it and small droplets of the paint run down slighty so it looks like a fresh new cut.

"Done" I smile as I move back to look at the painted 'Chaos'.

I watch hesiantly as Joker gets up and goes into the bathroom to look in the mirror.

I hear him chuckle to himself.

"Oh shit" I move quickly packing away the paints and move over to the single bed to make myself look busy, even though it wont stop him beating me.

Its not long untill he comes back from the bathroom; a big smile on his face. "I like it, it seems real, tragic....truthfull, might get it pernament"

I jump up "Don't cause any harm to yourself becuase of something I've done" I was generally concerned. I did'nt want anyone to do something stupid because of me, even if it ment this lunatic scaring a word into his own chest.

Joker began laughing to himself as he walked over to me, biting his bottom lip.

"Look who's become concerned all of a sudden, I'm suprised you would'nt want to help me cause myself pain, or even gain controll and slit my throat" Joker points to his neck and strokes it from ear to ear grinning

"WHAT! you seriously think that of me? I've never hurt anyone or anything in my life, even how bad you treat me. Yes I might want to cause you some pain but that's going too fucking far!" I scowl at him.

"I love it when you get angry....and swear, it seems so...not you" he smiles, his eyes wondering up at the ceiling. "However the first part of that heart warming speech did stick out"

"What? the part about thinking that of me?" I look at him confused.

"No sweets, the part about not hurting anything in your life" Before I knew it, he was holding me by the throat taking me to the bathroom.

He stops and holds my neck still, making me look into the mirror; at our reflections.

My painted face along with his, staring at each other. Joker leans closer to my right ear.

"That will change. My new project, lets see if we can make the good girl....go bad"

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Squeee I have missed this story myself, I should really give Maddie a break but then I'll have Joker on my back....maybe I will after all then lmao!

So Love, Peace and Put A Smile On That Face