A/N: Hey everyone. Sorry i havent updated in forever, but school has been crazy and ive been extremely busy. But im back now!(: This is one of my main projects along with She Had The World and The Heart Of The Ocean. PLease continue reading and reviewing, they mean so much to me. And you guys are the only reason i continue writing. Anyway, enjoy(:

Disclaimer: Nope, still dont own Mistah J:/

"...perhaps all the dragons of our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us once beautiful and brave. Perhaps everything terrible is in its deepest being something helpless that wants help from us."
-Rainer Maria Rilike

There was a loud buzzing. Buzzing, and a sharp pain in my right wrist. I couldn't open my eyes yet, but I knew It was bad.

I tried moving my wrist, but it wouldn't budge, and the as the buzzing got louder, the pain worsened. I let out a yelp of pain, as I continued trying to move but my whole body was paralyzed. I couldn't do anything, I was trapped inside my body unable to connect with the world around me, and that scared me more than anything.

The stinging pain in my wrist continued, feeling like fire in my veins, and soon the numbness holding my body hostage began to subside. I was finally in control of my body, and my eyes shot open as the pain deepened, causing me to scream in agony. My eyes shot to my wrist, which still wouldn't move, and I was reunited with the Joker.

" Why hello there." he said to me, bent over my wrist. He held a needle of some sort in his hand, and it was connected to a machine. His eyes met mine for a moment, and in a flash they were back focusing on my wrist. And it was then that I noticed it.

There, on my wrist, in thick black ink, was an intricately written J, and I panicked.

" Wh-What is that!" I nearly screeched. Motioning with my other arm to the newly formed tattoo on my wrist. The Joker had just removed the needle, turning of the machine, and he was smiling profusely.

" It's just a little uh reminder so you know who ya be-long to. And that's me." He spoke menacingly, holding my wrist in his hand, admiring his work. And I had to admit, it didn't look half bad. But what it represented shook me to the core.

The Joker turned his attention to me, looking at me, waiting for something. Like he was expecting me to thank him. Like this was a favor he was doing and I should be glad. But as much as I would have loved to scream and cry and struggle, I had nothing left in me to do it. So instead, I simply nodded, which pleased him enough.

His expression brightened, and in one swift motion, he threw me over his shoulder, and practically ran down the hall. Where we were headed, I didn't know.

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I stood there, just staring out my wall length pent house window, looking down at the city below me. The sun had set hours ago, and the lights of the city shined brightly, almost turning the bleak night into day. Almost.

The Joker was back on the streets, reeking havoc and causing chaos, and I knew I would soon follow. I had to be out there, to help the helpless, to save Gotham's soul. Before its too late.

" Master Wayne?" A tired voice asked from behind me, and I turned to see my butler, Alfred. His eyes were full with exhaustion, but he hid it well. It was late, but he stayed up with me nonetheless. His voice was filled with anxiety due to the fact that I had been out almost every night looking for the Joker, not succeeding once, but I instantly felt guilty.

" Alfred, your still up I see.." I said to him, uncrossing my arms and walking away from the window, towards him.

" Yea Master Wayne, indeed. As are you. Do you plan on going on a sweep across the city tonight?" He asked in his soft British accent, and I merely nodded, turning my attention back out the window.

" Is that really necessary sir? Can't you take a break? Everyone needs a day off, even Batman." he said concerned, stepping closer to me, anxiety etched onto his features. I couldn't help but feel distressed. I hated putting such stress on Alfred, he was the only family I had left, and I didn't show it enough. But I had to go out, it was my job as Batman. I had an obligation to this town. I was this city's savior.

" I have to go out Alfred. You know that." I said to him, walking away slowly to get ready, but he spoke, stopping me.

" No Bruce. I understand that you feel the need to go out and roam the streets, but just take a minute and think about it, think about yourself for a moment." He pleaded. His worry was plain on his face, but I couldn't listen.

" Alfred, I have but this is something I have to do. And people think it's an obsession. A compulsion. As if there were an irresistible impulse to act. It's never been like that. I chose this life. I know what I'm doing. And on any given day, I could stop doing it. Today, however, isn't that day. And tomorrow won't be either." That were my last words as I walked down the hall and out of sight. Letting one silent tear slide down my cheek.

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" So uh, why were you wandering around the docks at such an early hour this fine morning?" The Joker asked me seriously. He was leaning back in his desk chair, resting his legs up on the desk. His knife was in his hands as he twirled it around, that signature bright red Cheshire Cat grin on his face.

We were in a different room this time, a room I assumed was his, and he threw me down carelessly. Before walking to his desk where he resided now.

I had crawled onto the messily made bed, the black comforter rumpled and folded on the mattress, and it practically took the breath out of me. Since then, it had been silent and the Joker's sudden question caught me off guard.

" I was just um enjoying the view." I lied lamely, and the Joker saw right through it. I heard him scoff loudly before he got up and stalked towards the bed, pulling me up by my hair.

He spoke as he dragged me over to the chair he had just been sitting in.

" Ya know Hannah. I really hate liars. And they uh tend not to last long in my presence-ah. Understand?" He growled into my ear as he threw me the desk chair which spun around once before the Joker stopped it, leaning down menacingly.

" Now-ah tell me the truth." He spoke severely, anger seeping into his voice, and a lump grew in my throat as I tried to hold back tears.

" I-I go there everyday. I g-go to remember, to forget, I don't know. I r-really just go there to feel something, anything. E-even if it's pain." I stammered nervously, choking back my tears.

The Joker stared at me expressionless before speaking.

" Huh." he said. " Was that so hard?" he asked mockingly, before pushing the chair back aggressively where it hit the wall with a loud bang. The sudden stop caused me to fall out of the chair, where I caught myself with my arms. Not such a good idea.

My arms were still bruised, along with the rest of my body, and my arms did nothing but scream in protest.

I fell on the ground hard, and curled into a ball o the ground, holding myself together, but when my arms went to my stomach, I felt something strange. Instead of feeling a bloody cut up mess, I felt a large amount of gauze.

Shocked, I lifted up my shirt, and I was right. Someone had patched me up, and covered my cuts with gauze. The only person I had been in contact with these last 24 hours was the one person who had caused me all this hurt and pain. The Joker.

I feebly moved my gaze up to where he was perched on the desk

" I uh believe you've got somthin to say to me, correct?" He droned, tilting his head to the side. His eyes twinkled with amusement, and his tongue darted along his bottom lip expectantly.

It took every once of my being to say those two words to him. Those two words that would give him the most satisfaction in the world. The two words that would break me.

" T-thank you." I whispered, looking down at my stomach. And I heard him giggle.

" What was that?" he chuckled, smirking. I looked up and saw he had placed his hand behind his ear, pushing it forward. Acting as though he would be able to hear better this way.

I rolled my eyes, but replied anyway. " Thank you." I said a little louder this time, at average speaking level.

" Hmmmm? What was that? I'm a little uh hard of hearing you could say." He said between giggles. Almost rolling off of the desk because of it.

He was really pushing it, but what was I going to do about it? Was I going to freak out and start beating him up? Yeah right, so I can get my ass kicked once again, no thank you. But I still didn't quite hide my anger.

" I said, Thank you!" I said loudly, my voice coming off intensely aggravated. And the Joker noticed.

" Hmm. A bit touchy I see." he stated, jumping off the desk, and walking towards me. He held out his hand for me, and I eyed it apprehensively. I wasn't exactly sure what was up his sleeve.

He sensed my nervousness and rolled his eyes. " Oh Hannah. Silly little naive Hannah. I don't bite, or at least I uh wont, unless you want me to." He giggled and winked. Grabbing my hand and pulling me up without my permission. Once upright, he placed his arm over my shoulder and walked me over to the bed.

I sat down, and he followed, pulling me closer to him on the large, and surprisingly soft, bed.

" Ahhhh. Isn't this comfortable." He asked me, glancing at me sideways. His hand was digging into my shoulder roughly, and I whimpered out a yes, and he was content with that answer.

Seconds passed, and the seconds turned to minutes as the silence lengthened. My eyes began to get heavy, and I felt myself dozing off on the Joker's shoulder as he hummed an unknown tune. Soon, I couldn't keep my eyelids open any longer, and I felt myself falling backwards, only I wasn't falling.

The Joker had began leaning back until we were both lying on the bed together, with me almost sleeping on his shoulder. That was, until, I heard a loud shot echo throughout the entire room. I shot up into a sitting position, ready to scream, when I felt a hand clasp over my mouth.

The Joker had gotten up to, and was keeping my mouth shut, his other hand holding the gun. And as I saw the gun, a cold sweat dewed up on my neck. His hand slowly moved away from my mouth, and he was giggling in my ear, his face inches from mine.

" I uh Knew that would get ya up." He snickered, placing the gun back into his pocket, and I cursed him in my head. That had practically scared me to death, I was ready to run for it, an it had all been one big joke!

I looked the Joker in the eye, furious, when I noticed something.

His eyes held an eerie gleam. They were hungry, and he was looking at me differently than he had before. His eyes glided down to my lips and further, and hi licked his lips feverishly.

Before I could register his sudden change of emotion, he lunged at me, pinning down against the bed, my arms trapped at my sides.

His lips were hungrily, taking control. His lips caught mine, and he began working to get me to comply. But I wouldn't. he grabbed both hands in one of his, and used the other to keep my lips connected to his, and yet, I wouldn't give in.

Growling, he wrapped his hand around my neck and squeezed.

Once again, my air supply was cut off, and I felt my limbs growing weaker and weaker, not to mention to indescribable pain this caused due to the previous bruise already formed on my neck.

So that was chapter 4! I hope you all enjoyed it and hopefully, you'll review(: Please do, tell me your likes and dislikes and let me know how im doing. THis chapter may be a bit sloppy, but im just trying to get a chapter out to you cause you all deserve it. Thanks!(:
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The Joker liked this. He liked my vulnerability, and he was getting exactly what he wanted. Soon, I could no longer stop him from letting his tongue enter, but by then, I was gone.

Adieu.
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