Thank you, thank you, and thank you for all the reviews/favorites/alerts! It's really inspiring to let me know that you all are enjoying my story, it makes me want to continue it. So this chapter is Joker-Loaded for those of you who are utterly and completely obsessed with him of course! Yes…you know who you are. Anyway, the italics in the beginning is the Joker's POV the night he went to the MCU, just incase anyone gets confused. Other then that, the rest of the chapter is pretty straight forward, and the action is soon to begin! Enjoy!

"Ya know officer, you remind me of someone I've uh…killed before." The Joker growled as he held the officer's jaw between his leather fingers. His short cold blade shimmered in the moonlight as he held it up against the officer's cheek.

"Except, he looked a little like this!" the Joker cackled, staring into the Officer's eyes, who was now a nervous wreck, and went to slit the man's cheek but was stopped when he was pried off of him, and pinned to the ground.

"Stay down you son of a bitch!" Gordon's voice shouted as a few of his cops started to cuff the Joker's hands. The Joker grunted as he hit the ground, letting the officers bind his hands together with ease.

"Or what, hmm? Going to stick the Bat on me again?" the Joker let out a husky cackle at his words, that only he seemed to find amusing. He was then pulled up to his feet by the group of cops around him.

"Get him the hell out of here!" one of the cops shouted.

The Joker sat calmly in his cell alone, ignoring the strong vibrations of the bars behind his head that were purposely being hit by the other inmates from the cell behind him.

"Hey clown, make us laugh!"

"Ain't so tough now huh? Locked up like a little birdie being taunted by the cat aye?"

"Hey freak! Maybe I can hook you up to go back to the freak show down town where you really belong!"

The Joker sat smugly on the bench, holding back his giggles into a sleek smile. The comments soon came to an end when there was new prey to pick on. The Joker looked over to what they were all howling and cheering at. He narrowed his eyes as he saw a young girl was being brought into the room. Beautiful. He thought to himself, studying her every detail. He began to stare at her eyes, trying to pull apart her every emotion, but was unsuccessful as she quickly looked away, which allowed him to see one emotion she was feeling: fear.

His smiled widened as the cops led her into his cell, sneering as Gordon's voice shouted at him. Excitement started to boil inside him, loving the fear that was glowing off of her. He watched at the corner of his eye as she sat down at the very end of the cell. After listening to a few of the comments the men were making towards her, he turned his head to study her once more, waiting for her to look at him. She finally, slowly turned her head to look at him. Startled, she quickly looked back.

Annoyed, yet satisfied, he gave up, turning away and resting his head back against the bars as he was doing before. He began counting down from 60 in his head, half listening to what was going on around him. Closing his eyes, he waited patiently…waiting…waiting…

He opened his eyes to see the girls father walking into another room. He looked away, watching at the corner of his eye the girl beginning to walk towards him. Controlling his eagerness as she sat down closely next to him, he looked over at her, still counting in his head.

Smoothly taking the knife from her, he exploded with excitement, holding her against the steel bars. Finally able to look into her eyes, he stared deeply as his count was almost done. He then smiled adoringly at her, feeling her flinch as the wall exploded behind him. Knowing he didn't have time to stick around, he gave the girl one last look he knew would be in her thoughts for a while.

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"Dad this is really getting ridiculous." Eilish finally spilled out at the dinner table. It hadn't been long since her encounter with the masked man who had chased her. She couldn't get him off of her mind…it's not every day she's chased by clowns. And yet all that has happened, her father showed her no mercy with punishment. She was fed up, only being allowed in school, the house, and his office. There was no more freedom, no social life, and she was on the brink of going insane.

Her father sighed, dropping his fork and picking up his napkin to pat his lips dry before he replied. They were sitting at a small round wooden table in the kitchen, all three of them, which never really happened since one or two of them was always out of the house.

"You think that after what you did, I would let you off the hook so easy? Your mother would be ashamed." she immediately felt tears in her eyes at the sound of her mother's name.

It was three years ago that her mother had passed; being murdered in the streets of Gotham City itself. You really never know what you have until it's gone. She kept telling herself. Her brother and her had taken the death the hardest, being so close to her since their father had never been home due to work. The death was private, only close family knew what had happened, others were to believe that she was out of the country.

"Mom would only be ashamed of what you're accusing me of." she said with a shaky voice, holding back her tears. Before her father could answer, Zach, who had been sitting there quietly the whole time, had spoken up.

"She's right dad…it wasn't her fault." both Eilish and her father exchanged shocked and confused looks as they turned towards Zach.

"The drugs were Stacey Richmond's, and she wasn't responsible for the boo- I mean, alcohol." Zach said softly, pushing the food around his plate. Eilish was speechless; she didn't know how to react and apparently neither did her father who sat there with a blank expression on his face.

"Then who was?" he finally asked.

There was silence.

Her father then looked over at her.

"Is he telling the truth Camren?" he asked solemnly. Eilish gently bit her lower lip, staring down at the floor.

"Yeah." she said softly. She watched at the corner of her eye as her father nodded his head slowly, and looked back at his empty plate.

"Leash why don't you go upstairs while I talk to your brother." he said without looking at her. Eilish silently nodded her head, stood up and made her way out of the kitchen.

She wiped away a few tears from her cheeks as she walked up the stairs, her head pounding and her jaw aching from holding back her cries. She was finally able to pull herself together, grabbing her backpack that she had left by the front door near the stairs, and continued up the staircase to her room. She walked down the hallway to the last door which was hers, opening the door to her pitch black room and tossing her backpack towards the direction of her bed. Before she could turn on the lights, she was topped by a strange sound coming from inside her room. She hesitantly turned the lights on, and began to watch in shock to who the sound had come from.

"Ahh." The Joker groaned as he put the back of his hand to his smeared forehead, sitting on the edge of her bed with squinted eyes looking up at her.

"Don't take your anger out on me." he said in his unique voice that only made her skin crawl.

"W-wha…h-how did you get in here? W-why are you here?" she managed to ask, praying for someone to wake her up from her horrible nightmare. She flinched as he pushed himself off of her bed, stretching his hands over his head, cracking his neck and turning towards her. He then shoved his hand into his purple shabby coat pocket and started to search around for something. She stood there in complete shock, unsure if she should scream for help, or just stand there.

"Ah ha!" he pulled out a knife which looked strangely familiar to her.

"I must say…no one has ever…handed me a weapon before. I know, I know, don't ask me why but it seems like I give off this…" he looked at her confused, "dangerous…attitude to some people." he rolled his eyes dramatically. He shrugged his shoulders, lifting his arms into the air.

"Do you agree?" he asked tilting his head to the side, his tongue rolling against the inside of his cheek. She swallowed hard.

"I…I- don't…I don't know." she said, her voice shaking. She watched as his facial expressions kept changing, afraid to take her eyes off of him. He rose his eyebrows, playing with the knife between his fingers.

"Then tell me, beautiful, your name is uh, Eilish…correct?" he asked, taking a few steps closer to her. She backed up a little, keeping her distance until her back felt the open door behind her.

"Y-yes." she said softly, now wanting to scream for her father's and brother's name.

"Then what shall I call you, hmm?" she watched in horror as he ran his tongue over his red lip.

"You…you don't have to call me anything…I-I think you should leave." she said calmly. He furrowed his eyebrows, narrowing his eyes and pulled his head back with a confused look on his face.

"You aren't afraid…are you?" he asked almost in a surprised tone. Eilish couldn't answer, all she could do was stand there cold ad helpless.

"Do you know how to uh, conquer your fears Leashy?" he asked stepping closer to her, straightening himself up only to make himself look even more menacing. "You confront …" he growled in a deep voice, slamming his hand against the door next to her head, making her flinch, "them."

He licked the inside of his lip, staring down at the scared and helpless girl before him. Flashes of the masked man flashed in her head as his hand was pressed against the door, not taking her long to figure out that it was him. He placed his other gloved hand gently on her cheek, stroking it lightly with his thumb. Her skin crawled at his touch, feeling trapped as his body was almost pressing against hers. She finally broke his gaze, looking down at his…extra long smile. It grew larger as he saw her looking at the scars.

"Like 'em?" he asked, moving his head side to side for her to get a better look. He flicked his tongue against his lip, leaning closer towards her.

"Go ahead…touch 'em." he hissed, continuing to lean his face closer to hers, his face growing serious. Growing extremely uncomfortable, she gently grabbed the hand that was on her cheek and pulled it away from her, pushing back into the door away from him, which only made him come closer. He smiled at her reaction.

"Jeez…I won't bite ya." he pulled away a little.

"Why are you here?" she asked again.

"You're asking questions…" his fingers found there way underneath her chin, cupping it between his thumb and index finger, "but not the right ones."

Eilish gave him a perplexed look, still frozen in fear as she continued to let this madman talk to her when she knew she could have easily screamed for help. Her heart pounded fast against her chest at the feeling of his leather fingers against her soft skin, his dark aroma of gasoline and face paint filling her nostrils.

"H-how did you…get the scars?" she asked softly. She watched as he smiled widely, revealing his surprisingly straight teeth that seemed in desperate need of a toothbrush. He took a step back from her, letting go of her chin as he sucked in his lips, cocking an eyebrow.

"Now that, my dear," his faced leaned in front of hers, "is the right question." he licked his lips once more, moving his face away.

"But," he lifted his finger in the air as he turned around to face the small white dresser next to her bed, slowly walking towards it, "that is another story," he stopped as he reached it, turning around to point at her with his knife, " for another time."

"So," he said in a more up-beat tone, "do I look scarier when I'm let out of my cage Leashy?" he asked, turning around towards her dresser, shuffling through her things.

"I never said…you were scary…" she told him, watching as he examined the items on her dresser. She then began to ask herself why she would say such a stupid thing in the first place, knowing full well he was more then scary. He chuckled slightly, taking something off of her desk and sliding it into his pocket. He smirked to himself, turning around to look at her.

"Well tonight, you aren't as eager," he clenched his fists dramatically, "to be near me."

She stared at him blankly, knowing that he was obviously talking about the night at the MCU. She folded her arms across her chest, feeling as if she was being exposed.

"Unless, of course, you do…and you're just hiding it." he said in a suggestive tone as he raised his eyebrows. He the shrugged his shoulders carelessly.

"Hey Eilish!" she heard her brother's voice shout from downstairs. "Dad wants to see you for a sec'!" the voice startled her, quickly looking at the Joker who was now next to her, peering out into the hallway, knife still in hand.

"Do you know how long it took me to get here, sweets?" he asked as he turned back into the room, watching as she slowly shook her head.

"No…"

"Very, very long…I gotta 'lot to take care of ya know? We're just going to have to cut this uh chat a bit short." he said, placing his fingers under her chin, forcing her to look up at him.

"I guess that's too bad then…" she said with attitude, pushing his hand away, feeling like she was now out of danger. Without warning he quickly grabbed her throat, pushing her up against the door. She winced as her head slammed hard against the door, grabbing the Joker's fingers that were now wrapped tightly around her throat.

"Ahh…you were being such a good girl before…" he hissed, tightening his hold only to make her wince. She tried to loosen his hold, her eyes beginning to tear from the pain and lack of air.

"No matter." he grit his teeth as he squeezed slightly harder, soon loosening his old…watching as she hung on to his wrist, gasping for air.

"Just remember…" he leaned his head down next to hers, his lips brushing lightly against her earlobe. She shuddered as she felt his warm breath against her ear and neck, his leather hand still wrapped around her throat, "keep your friends close," she felt him smile widely as his lips grew closer to her ear, "but your enemies closer." he whispered in a dark tone. She watched as he let her go, smirking devilishly at her, turning towards the hallway.

And with that, he left.

Well alright, I enjoy writing that (rewriting it-whatever). Reviews again, are appreciated so leave them! I like to know that the Joker is still in somewhat his character, I also like to know if I need to be more detailed on things, I know I'm very brief on explaining rooms and such but I'm not sure if that bothers anyone? Anyway, review please! Any questions feel free to ask!