Sorry for keeping you guys waiting so long, I went to a friends house from Thursday to Friday (fell asleep at 4 am and woke up at 1 pm) which really threw off my sleep time for Friday to Saturday…then I was busy all Saturday and then Sunday came along and had a very interesting day to say the least lol. I know you must be all like "excuses, excuses" but trust me I've been dying to update this! Before I start thank you for the kind reviews, and alerts/favorites! So that being said, enjoy!

UPDATE: 8/14/11: I had to go back and fix this chapter, I usually separate sections (between past and present) with hyphens but fanfiction is being a bitch now haha so I just put it in parentheses just so it's easier to follow along

Eilish had stayed awake the whole night, flinching at every sound she had heard, no matter how faint it was. She couldn't help but be on edge from what had happened the past two weeks, especially having a mad man appear in her house unexpected. I just had to give him a fucking knife. She kept running through her head, thinking back to her foolish actions in the cell. And yet, she didn't know who was to blame. Maybe if I was arrested this wouldn't have happened…but he would have gotten out anyway. She didn't know what to think, and before she could think anymore, her thoughts were interrupted by the alarm clock buzzing next to her ear. She shot up at the loud ringing, quickly reaching over and turning it off. Lifting her hand against her forehead, she could still hear the ringing.

She then looked over to the clock, realizing she hadn't slept at all that night. Groaning, she yanked the covers off of her and swung her legs over the side of the bed, rubbing her temples; trying to clear her thoughts.

"Eilish let's go, breakfast is almost ready." she heard her father yell up to her. She was finally able to push herself off of the bed, stretching her arms over her head as she walked towards the door. Before opening the door, she gently touched her jaw with her fingertips, feeling sore from where the Joker had grabbed her. She swallowed hard, jumping as the door swung open, revealing her brother.

"You look like shit." Zach sneered at her with no expression on his face, blocking the doorway.

"It was your decision to rat yourself out, so don't go taking this out on me." she replied, folding her arms. He shrugged his shoulders, and then glanced at her door that he had been leaning on.

"What's that?" he asked pointing to the door. She looked over his shoulder to where he was pointing, only to see a black and red mark smudged on her door. Her eyes widened slightly at the sight, knowing full well that it was the Joker's make up that must have been on his glove.

"Were you so desperate that you had to make out with your door?" he slid his fingers over the make up, rubbing it between his fingers.

"Fuck you. Who knows what it is." she mumbled, pushing passed him.

She made her way downstairs, feeling her black plaid pajama pants rub against her legs, feeling lightheaded and exhausted from not sleeping. The aroma of hot chocolate filled her nostrils, pressing a smile on her lips.

(Night Before)

"Boss…he's here." A burly thug said as he entered a dimly lit room. He folded his hands in front of him, waiting patiently for his boss to say something as he stood there in a black pencil striped suit. Although a suit as nice as his couldn't make up for his dark face, with a thick scar running across it.

"What are you waiting for? Bring him in." the dark figure sitting in a large leather chair had said. He was sitting at a metal desk that looked like he had fought a high school faculty lounge for it. He was facing a dark corner of the room where a few filing cabinets were hiding.

"Yes sir." said the large thug, who turned and walked out of the old wooden door that had a window on it that was always covered by blinds.

The man sat in his chair, his legs crossed and his fingers pressing against each other's, his body calm and at ease as he waited for the door to be opened once more.

"Ahh, it seems like only yesterday, Al." the man flinched with surprise, as the voice he had been expecting was suddenly echoing through his ears. He swiveled around in his chair, smiling up at the man in front of him who was sitting on the corner of the desk, tossing a pen up and down.

"Joker, a pleasure as always." the man uncrossed his legs, and moved closer to the light, his pale face and slicked black hair becoming visible. His red tie stood out against his black on black suit, that he seemed to think fit his personality.

"Aren't I?" The Joker smirked to himself, peering over his shoulder to look at him, only to look back at the pen he was still tossing. "It just, seems like only yesterday…" he repeated. Al narrowed his eyes, unsure of what he meant.

"Listen…Joker, we need to discuss a few things." Al said, trying to form a smile. He watched as the Joker hopped off of the desk, walking towards the green chalkboard that was hanging from the wall across the room. He picked up a white piece of chalk and began to write something on the board. Al watched in amazement, and then snapped out of his daze as the Joker looked over his shoulder.

"I'm listening."

(That Morning)

"So where exactly is it you're going again?" her farther asked as he put a white mug of hot chocolate to his lips, his eyes not leaving the paper he was reading in front of him. Eilish then realized she had a field trip today, making her groan as she stared down at the eggs and toast in front of her.

"Some World War II museum in the city." she replied softly, reaching for her drink.

"The whole grade going?" he asked, pulling out his wallet. She began taking sips of the hot chocolate, being careful not to burn her mouth.

"No just a few of the history classes." she wiped her mouth and went to grab a piece of toast.

"Need any money?" he held up his wallet.

"Yeah dad because I'm going to buy a Swastika to slap on my arm." she said sarcastically, watching as he chuckled a little.

"You're so much like your mother." He said looking up at her. Her smile soon faded at his words, looking down at her plate to finish up the rest of her breakfast.

"I'm gonna go get ready…I guess I'll see you when I get home then." she said softly, standing up and taking her plate to the sink.

"Yeah I guess so…well be careful." He said looking back at his paper.

"I will." and with that she walked back to her room.

(Back to last night)

"If you haven't noticed, things have been getting really hot over here since your little escape from Arkham." he continued to watch the Joker writing things over his chalk board. "The police have been questioning a lot of my guys about our little operation going on, and I don't think blowing up the MCU is making things any better. You hear me Joker? I don't think you realize how many risks you take, not only for you but for all of us." Al explained, continuing to watch the Joker play with his chalk.

"What makes you think I do what I do, for you? Oh Al, really…I just can't explain how it feels as if it were yesterday." The Joker stuffed the chalk into his pocket, wiping the white powder onto his purple jacket. He sighed, walking back over to the front of Al's desk.

"Considering the fact that not only I, but everyone else in this neighborhood has helped you out in one way or another, how am I not to believe that you don't do things for the only people who help you?" Al stayed calm, knowing that it was the only sensible way to talk to him.

"If you're so concerned about the way I do things, then why don't you do them yourself?" the Joker smiled, glaring into Al's eyes.

"I-."

"Please…spare me." the Joker interrupted him in an annoyed tone, holding up his hand to stop him. "Hey listen, the cops are just doing their jobs right? So as long as they're doing their jobs, you should be doing yours, do you remember what that is? Right, keeping your eyes open, and your gun loaded. Which just makes my job easier. Make sense?"

The Joker watched as Al sighed. He looked up at the Joker, tapping his fingers against the table.

"Yeah, I guess I'm getting' paranoid, I feel like the Bat and his buddy Gordon are seeing through everything…the shipments, the money, you." he sighed once more, only to stand up, putting his hands into his pockets.

"C'mon Al, you can't honestly believe that do ya? Unless of course…you've been talking to your buddy Monty." the Joker licked his lips, raising his eyebrows at Al who looked down at the stained floor.

"Well…he has been getting the worst of it."

"Of course he has, ya know why?" Al sighed.

"He didn't keep his eyes open, or his gun loaded."

"Way to go champ." the Joker patted the side of his face, and then turned to leave.

"So what's next?" Al asked before the Joker was able to leave. The Joker turned to look at him, cocking his eyebrow.

"What? You can't just wait to watch the news?" the Joker tipped his head back and let out a dark, husky, cackle that echoed through the small room. "Oh Al, it really was only yesterday…"

"What?" Al asked, annoyed that he had already that about a dozen times already.

"That I had written on a chalk board, of course!" the Joker tossed Al the piece of chalk, gave him an eerie smile, and left, slamming the door behind him.

Al looked over at the chalkboard as he rubbed the chalk between his fingers. His eyes widened at the sight, looking over the Joker's violent drawings of Batman and Commissioner Gordon being blown to pieces, his laughter written all over the board.

(That Morning)

"This is ridiculous, I'm falling asleep over here." Eilish heard one of her friend's Maria say from behind her. She nodded, unfolding her arms and looking back to her two friends. She couldn't agree more, it had only been a few hours, and everyone had been bored out of their minds, and to top everything off, it had been pouring all day. She took out her phone that was sticking out of her light jeans, looking at the time to see that they only had 2 more hours left of 'torture'. She grunted and folded her arms in frustration. So much for cheering me up. She thought to herself.

"Why don't we just get out of here?" her other friend, Victoria, suggested.

"Where?" Eilish asked.

"You know around the city for a bit, they aren't going to notice." Eilish smiled at her two friends, knowing they really could get away with it.

"There's an exit over there, we will just come back when they are getting back on the buses." Maria had pointed out. They cautiously looked around, realizing that their school group had already been far ahead.

"Alright fine." Eilish agreed, beginning to follow her two friends over to the exit, which lead into a dirty alleyway next to the museum.

They ended up running in and out of stores on the streets of Gotham, only a few blocks away from where the Museum was, knowing they couldn't get too far away. She was so over-tired from not sleeping, she felt like she had all the energy in the world, her friends saw it too…but as long as they were out of that museum, they didn't care. They soon grew tired of running in and out of different places, and just walked along the sidewalks in the rain. Eilish looked at both of her friends, who she always thought had looked exactly alike except the obvious height difference. Her friend Maria was almost as tall as Eilish, and Victoria was just slightly taller then her. Other then that, they both had the same tan skin, dark chocolate eyes, and long brown hair, yet Maria always seemed to keep hers curly.

"Leash what time is it?" Maria asked, snapping her out of her daze. They were about to walk into another store while she reached into her black zip-up sweatshirt to see that they were running late.

"Fuck guys, we need to get over there now!" They all sprinted away from the door and down the street, pushing into pedestrians and businessmen walking down the slippery wet sidewalks.

"You don't think they left do you?" Victoria shouted behind her as they continued to run down the streets.

"I don't know!" Eilish shouted back. I hope not. She thought to herself.

They finally made it to the last corner where they turned to see a few school buses hanging outside of the museum. They all slowed down, and made a sigh of relief, walking down towards the buses to catch their breath. They noticed that there was only one yellow school bus; the others were Coach's, which they didn't take to get there. They walked up to the door of the yellow bus, panting as water streamed down their faces and drenched their clothes.

"Are you sure this is the right bus?" Eilish asked as they advanced towards the bus.

"It should be." Victoria answered, knocking on the glass door for the driver to open it.

"What do you want?" the driver snarled as he opened the door. He was scruffy looking and bulk, wearing a large dirty navy blue sweatshirt and dark jeans. He smirked as he got a closer look at us.

"Sorry we're late, is this our bus to the high school?" Victoria asked awkwardly. Eilish watched her, growing uncomfortable every second they stood there.

"Yeah, yeah…of course, get in." Eilish looked at her friends with uncertainty, getting freaked out at the looks he was giving them. She watched as Victoria shrugged her shoulders and pulled her self into the bus, running up the steps, Maria following closely behind her.

"What? Are you gonna just stand there in the rain? C'mon get in!" The driver said. She sighed and slowly walked into the bus, walking down the funny smelling empty aisle to see ripped up and torn seats, and graffiti all over the inside of it. She stopped as she reached her friends who were all the way in the back of the bus, sitting down.

"I don't remember the bus looking like this when we got off." Maria commented. Before anyone could say something, they were pushed back against the seats as the bus accelerated forward at an unusually fast speed.

They all kept themselves quiet, unsure of what was going on as the bus sped down the streets of Gotham, making sharp turns, and sudden stops. After what felt about hours, they were soon driving in what they called the "bad part of the city", where they saw run down empty buildings, bars and pubs scattering every street as well as homeless people and thugs. They soon pulled into a damp alleyway where the bus came to an immediate stop forcing them to fall on the dirty ground.

"What the hell are you doing?" Eilish shouted to the driver as she picked herself up. Without thinking twice she stormed up the aisle watching him open the door to the bus. She was a few feet away from him now, and was getting herself ready to yell and hit him, but before she could do anything, a man came onto the bus and was then standing right in front of her…with a horribly familiar clown mask on.

Her heart skipped a beat as the masked man looked down at her, his head tilted to the side. She then thought back to when she was being chased…

"Well, well, well, lookie lookie what we have here…" came his unusual voice, smothered by the mask. She started to back away slowly as he inched forward towards her. She watched at the corner of her eye more masked men gathering into the bus with large duffle bags, listening to them talk to each other in threatening voices which soon stopped as they realized what was going on.

"Hey you mother fucker, get away from her!" She heard Maria shout, but was soon shut up as the Joker swiftly pulled a gun from the inside of his coat, pointing it directly at her.

"No!" Eilish grabbed his arm, praying he wouldn't pull the trigger. His head slowly turned towards her, the gun now pointing at her, making her walk back farther.

"Today must be my lucky day." He hissed, squeezing his other gloved hand together as he backed her up against the emergency exit door with her friends. He leaned to the side as if he was looking through the window, suddenly lashing out and grabbing the back of her neck, pulling her over to him harshly with the gun still in hand, the mouth of it pressing hard into her neck.

"Bring 'em outside!" he commanded to the other masked men as he dragged her to the front of the bus and out the door. He slammed her head against the bus, holding it in place as the gun in his other hand pressed up against the back of her head. She watched at the corner of her eye as her friends were brought out too. She listened as Maria began to freak out, cussing at the man holding her against the bus, only to be answered with a hard smack across her face. Eilish cringed, please…this can't be happening. She was soon on the edge of tears as the Joker brought his face next to hers.

"Bring any toys for me pussycat?" he whispered in her ear, pushing her up harder against the bus. She tried her best to shake her head 'no', feeling as if her knees were about to give out on her.

"Well…there's only one way to check." she looked over to her friends watching as they were being searched for weapons and cell phones. She then felt a gloved hand travel down her side and onto her hip, a red flag suddenly going up as she soon realized that he was obviously going to pat her down. What fucking perverts. She thought to herself, biting her lip as she held back her tears. She closed her eyes, keeping them shut tight, waiting for what he was going to do to be over with already.

"Take your shoes off." she heard him demand. Confused, she opened her eyes to see him now a few feet away from her, gun still in hand. She stepped away from the bus, rubbing the side of her face that was slammed against it. She understood what he was talking about, remember back to when she was arrested and had kept her knife in her shoe.

She did as he said and began to take her shoes and socks off cautiously, not wanting to glance up at him, instead looking over to see her friend being handcuffed behind their backs, tears stained against their cheeks. She then picked up her shoes and handed them to him, watching as he searched through them, to find simply nothing. He tossed them over his shoulder carelessly, leaving her barefoot on the wet muddy ground as it continued to rain. He lifted his jacket and reached behind his back to pull out a set of handcuffs.

"Remember these?" he asked shaking them on his fingers in front of her. He grabbed her wrist and pulled her against him, turning her back towards him and swiftly cuffing her hands.

"You're going to go to a similar place…like jail. You won't be leaving, and you're going to do everything I say. The only way out is if someone just happens to find you…" He said as he grabbed her arm, leaning his head down next to hers.

"And daddy isn't here to save you now."

I really changed up this chapter from how the original was for those of you who remember it differently…but what can I say? I tried to make it nice and long to make up for my absence lol. Anyway, reviews are greatly appreciated! I get a lot of alerts/and favorites but I would really love a review!