So here it is! Finally! A new chapter! I felt bad for not updating for so long so I did whatever I could to get this up. I have the next two chapters finished, but I'll wait to put those up. Thank you to all of my reviewers, you really are the greatest inspiration to my writing, and thanks to all of the favorites/alerts as well! Oh and before you start reading, the Joker I'm using in this story is Lee Bormejo's... And if you don't know who that is or what that Joker looks like, google it damnit! Enjoy!
Eilish stood there quietly, not daring to turn around to face the madman who was keeping her here. She could feel his presence behind her, lurking like a shadow as she tried not to show her fear.
"Uhh..sorry boss. Say, did ya' check the news yet? Our kid here is a breakin' story, seems like Wayne's got a lot to say 'bout it." Oscar managed to say with a mouthful of cereal.
David scoffed, "Wayne, what a joke. We could make more money than him in a week then his family has in a lifetime." Eilish's heart began to pound, unsure of whether to feel worried or happy in hopes that they are continuing to look for her.
"I'm...I'm on the news!" she screeched, suddenly close to tears. News? I'm on the news? He mentioned Wayne...they must have a lead...maybe I'm in luck!
"Check the TV." David practically ran over to the living room. Following slowly, her eyes furrowed as she stood there and watched the horrifying pictures on the large screen in front of her.
"Local authorities say the 2 girls had been missing for almost 6 days. With one of the girls in custody, now undergoing treatment at Arkham Asylum facilities, they soon hope to find whoever had done this. Any info Vicki?" the screen switched to an all too familiar place...her school, where a woman with short blonde hair stood next to a bus. Eilish had a lump in her throat as she slowly say down on the couch.
"Thanks Tom, well Gotham, it was this high school where three teenagers on a field trip to downtown Gotham's Museum of Natural History were abducted last Monday." The screen then switched over to her own senior picture, along with Maria's and Victoria's. "Maria Gonzalez is currently being evaluated and questioned at Arkham. Officials believe that the Joker was behind this after finding the body of 17 year old Victoria dead in this bus. Although the victim was killed by a shot in the head, she was left with two gashes in her cheeks, and her face painted...like a clown. 17 year old Eilish Jordan was declared dead yesterday after the victim told MCU officers she had been with Victoria the whole time. Back to you Tom." Eilish suddenly couldn't breathe. Dead? I'm dead?
"Thanks Vicki. Bruce Wayne had a lot to say on this case, after finding that one of the victim's, Eilish Jordan's, father worked for his company-." the TV was then switched off, letting Eilish sit there in shock, watching as this horrible nightmare had become a reality. She felt helpless...her father, her brother, the whole city thought she was dead.
"This...this is all your fault..." Eilish slowly stood up and glared at the Joker who had a large, sickening smile plastered across his face.
"Well you can't give me all of the credit! I certainly couldn't do it...alone..." his hand was held out towards Oscar and David, who both stood there with their arms folded. She began to feel her eyes water, and was soon filled with rage.
"I hate you!" she screamed, forgetting whatever was hurting in her body and charged at the clown, her fists clenched. She drew her arm back, ready to swing at the man who continued to smile at her, and as she did, she felt nothing as he quickly ducked and moved away. He let out a deep cackle as she continued to swing at him, growing tired as he easily dodged her attacks. With tears streaming down her cheeks, she forced herself to throw one more, yet again, useless punch. This time as the Joker ducked, he grabbed her legs and lifted her over his shoulder. She squealed in frustration, fed up with feeling like she had no control over anything, even herself.
"Put me down!" she shouted, slamming her fists against his back.
"Start packing." The Joker barked at both Oscar and David.
Eilish continued to hit his back and helplessly kick her feet in the air as he carried her down the long hallway until he had reached the last door. After entering a dark red room, she was carelessly dropped to the hard wooden floor. As she laid there groaning at the pain pulsing in her back, she was soon filled with fear as she heard the slam of the door. Before she could even look over at what he was doing, his strong gloved hand wrapped itself tightly around her delicate neck, and pulled her up to her knees. She desperately gasped for air as her fingers held on to his hand, trying to loosen his grip, but there was no budge.
"Now now, I think one trip to the Doc was enough hmm?" His face leaned close to hers, his dark green eyes filled with amusement. She watched as his tongue ran against the inside of his bottom lip, baring his surprisingly sharp teeth. He then shoved her back onto the floor, forcing her head to hit something hard. She then looked over to see the bed post she had hit that was attached to a rather large black bed.
"Now...where did I leave them..." she watched in confusion as he walked to the other side of the bed, searching through piles of paper and drawers. "Ahh.." At this point, Eilish finally made it to her feet, fighting through the pain spreading over he body. She held onto the wooden bedpost to keep her up, her head dizzy from hitting the floor, watching as the Joker turned around, holding a pair of silver handcuffs on the tip of his finger.
"Look...familiar?" he raised his eyebrows, smiling at the fear in her eyes. Tears continued to stain her cheeks. As he came closer she closed her eyes and wrapped her arms around the bed post for comfort, her face resting against the smooth cold wood.
"Oh I know...I know," his voice was sarcastically comforting her, his hand now grabbing onto the bedpost as well, leaning his face close to her ear, "How on Earth...could a girl...like you..." his voice was now a whisper, his warm breath tickling her ear, "possibly," he growled, "end up...like this." With his other hand, he grabbed her jaw, forcing her to open her eyes and look towards him. "Alone...scared..." and without noticing she soon heard the soft clicks of the cuffs against her wrist, "desperate." Her eyes widened with fear as she went to pull away from the bedpost only to see that she was cuffed to it. The Joker let out a deep husky laugh, watching her struggle against the cuffs.
"Ya know, you really are a pretty little thing..." his fingers grabbed her jaw once more. His eyes were filled with hunger and anger, his teeth clenched. "Maybe I cuffed ya to the wrong end." he hissed, biting down on his lower lip. Her eyes then began to wonder across his lips and to his scars. The Joker noticed this and grinned, leaning his face close, inches away from hers.
"Not gonna ask?" he growled. She stayed silent, letting him observe her in the grip of his hand. He's going to kill me...
"Or are you wondering what your little...ah...friend looked like when I told her hmm?" he raised an eyebrow curiously, sucking in his red chapped lips. "She was a very good...listener. Didn't make a peep!" Eilish furrowed her eyebrows in disgust, but he chuckled at his own joke, then grew serious as the sound of a switchblade rang in her ears. Her eyes widened in fear as he held the cold blade to her jaw. "It's a shame your other friend didn't get to...stay...although...If you don't behave," his tongue ran across his lip, "I might just have to make a little visit-"
"No! Please...leave her alone." Eilish pleaded as his thumb pressed hard against her skin, wiping away a tear. He then leaned his face even closer, his lips brushed against her ear.
"Are you gonna be a good a girl?" he whispered, his warm breath tickling her skin. She slowly nodded, biting down hard stopping herself from crying. "Good." he then let go of her face, and tightened the cuffs around her wrist, making her wince.
"Why are you doing this to me?" she shouted, watching him walk towards the door.
"Simple really." he stepped out the door only to turn around and smile, "because it's funny." and with that he slammed the door shut, and even then she could hear his laugh echoing into the room.
After minutes of struggling against the bedpost, trying to slip her hands through the cuffs and standing on the bed to get her hands around it, she gave up, sliding down to the floor hopelessly. Why is this happening to me? What did I ever do wrong? Why hasn't he just killed me yet...where are the police? All she could do was sit there on the floor, asking herself questions she knew she'll never know the answers to. After a few moments, she could hear footsteps coming towards the door. Her heart began to race as she prepared herself for whatever the Joker had in store for her now. She swallowed hard and waited for him to come storming in. To her surprise, the door opened quietly, and in came Oscar, who cautiously walked over to her. He then kneeled down,
"I'm sorry you had to see that. But listen," he looked around and spoke softly, "you are dealing with Gotham's...actually more like the world's most psychotic clown who will kill anyone who crosses his path." Eilish sat there in shock, confused as to what this guy was doing. Is he trying to make me feel better? "And guess what. You ain't dead yet kid. Now you can either act like his hostage that's gonna end up like that other girl...the dead one...or you can suck up whatever life you've got left in ya, an embrace the fact that this guy is givin you a chance to live." Eilish sat there in shock, trying to take in everything this guy was saying. "Just stop the crying and don't do something stupid like before, and go along with it, this isn't a dream ok? This is real. I know you probably don't want to listen to me...I know the way you see it is that I'm not on your side." he then let out a soft sigh, looking down at the ground. "But I am. I had a daughter too, once."
And with that, he gave her one last concerned look, stood up, and quietly left. Eilish's mouth was partially open, trying to figure out what had just happened and why. She then became angry at his words. How could he possibly know what I'm going through? He's just another thug...why should I listen to him? She sat there in frustration, thinking back to how this had all started...back to the party...back to the cell. I did give him the knife...maybe it is my fault...maybe...no. No...there's no way I deserve any of this. The longer she sat there and thought about it, the quicker she realized how wrong she was...and how Oscar could possibly be right...maybe she should take his advice, if that's what you want to call it. If he wanted to kill me, he would have that night in the cell, and all the other times I had been with him. There's no way I'm going to survive much longer if I keep this up. I guess it wouldn't hurt to just do what he says? She angered herself at the idea that she had to listen to him, a man she watched kill one of her friends. Her head started to pound painfully after the damage and crying. Suddenly she grew tired, her body moved closer to the bedpost, trying to position herself as comfortably as possible. Within a few minutes, she was able to fall asleep.
(Eilish's Home)
"...Dad?" Zach said softly, walking into his own living room quietly, staring at the man who had been standing there for what looked like hours. His father didn't move at his own son's voice, it was as if he didn't hear it.
"Dad." Zach said more firmly, watching his father finally turn around. He tried his best to pull himself together, but Zach could easily see his red glassy eyes from crying and staying up all night.
"What is it Zach?" he asked softly. Zach looked away, his fingers tapping each other nervously.
"Grandma called," he finally said. His father swallowed hard, watching as Zach struggled to find the right words, "she wants to know if...um...well if we were making funeral arrangements."
"What did I tell you." he said immediately, starring hard at his son.
"I know what you told me Dad, but-."
"Eilish is not dead Zachary!" his father shouted, his face turning red and veins popping out of his neck. Zach stood there wide-eyed, frightened at his father's anger.
"Just because you think that, doesn't me every person we and she knows does...we need to tell them something!" Zach explained, making sure he kept his distance.
"Then you can tell them we won't be burying an empty casket." Zach sighed, watching as tears began to build in his father's eyes, forcing his to water as well.
"I miss her too, Dad...but she was in the hands of the Joker okay! I'm sick of pretending that she's not dead...that she's gonna show up any minute!" tears began to run down his cheeks, he began wiping hard at them. His father looked at the ground, and then turned away from him, back towards the photo he had been staring at all day. Zach shook his head and turned around, leaving his father. As soon as he heard him leave, his father grabbed the picture of Eilish that he had been staring at for days, and whispered to himself,
"You don't know Joker."
(MCU)
"It's a closed case, Commissioner." Ramirez tossed Gordon a large Manila folder. "You know Joker as well as I do. That other girl is dead, and even if by some miracle she isn't, we will never find Joker. He finds us." Gordon sighed, looking through the folder...staring at the pictures of 3 innocent girls, who had the misfortune of being in the presence of that...maniac.
"I agree detective, but we can't just close it...put it in the standby files." he told her, annoyed at the situation, taking a sip of his coffee. He had been up for days himself, getting endless phone calls from worried parents, schools that want better bus systems, and quite frankly civilians calling for a better police unit.
"You mean along with the other Joker files?" Ramirez said sarcastically. She grabbed the folder and tossed it into a large pile in the corner of his office. He let out a deep breath and watched as she left.
"She's gone." Gordon said, feeling a cool breeze wrap around his neck.
"And she's right." came the voice of the dark knight himself. "With the Joker, he decides when he wants to be caught, there's no way of chasing him."
"I know but...they're 3 girls...not the mob, not some Arkham scum...I'm just, fed up is all." Gordon explained, scratching at his chin.
"The case can wait, Gordon."
(The Narrows)
There was a soft buzzing in her head. She had been in a deep sleep, but could not bring herself to completely wake up. Suddenly, a loud bang forced her to flinch, her eyes slowly opening to the sound. Her eyes were blurry as she looked around to see three figures. Closing her eyes, she pressed hard to try and get rid of the blur but was unsuccessful.
"She's awake." she heard a muffled voice say. After a silence, she then felt a presence in front of her. Slowly opening her eyes, she was met face to face with the Joker. As her vision began to clear up, she studied him as he did to her. Instead of his usual purple suit, he had on a long thick, black coat. Under was a green vest that had covered a shiny golden tie, and pale yellow dress shirt. She then looked down at his dark purple pants, and over towards the voice she had heard.
"Does she need the tranquilizer?" David asked as she looked at him groggily. She then realized that she was no longer attached to the bedpost, but was now sitting up against the back of a couch, still handcuffed. Growing tired from looking around, she closed her eyes again, feeling the tips of his gloved fingers gently grab her jaw. Her head fell sleepily into the palm of his hand.
"No." his hand left from her face, letting her head rest back against the couch. After listening to footsteps and the door opening and closing multiple times, she forced herself to open her eyes once more, but before she could see anything a black cloth of some sort was wrapped around her eyes.
"Everything's packed, boss." she heard Oscar say...or at least she thought so, it was hard to tell as she was falling in and out of sleep.
"Where..." she whispered, then feeling a pair of large arms pick her up and throwing her over their shoulder. In the back of her mind she knew it was The Joker, after feeling his thick greasy hair brush against her skin. Her body was limp as he carried her over his shoulder to God knows where.
"Where...where are we...going?" she managed to say, still half asleep.
"Home." the small girl watched the moving ground as her mother carried her. They were leaving what seemed to be a circus.
"Did you like the show, Eilish?" her mothers voice cooed. Her small hands gripped the back of her mother's shirt.
"It was scary." Eilish said softly, her eyes watery, unsure if it was because she was tired or upset. Her mother chuckled.
"Why was it scary?" she asked, slowing her pace.
Eilish's eyes opened slightly, then closed as she remembered she had been blindfolded. Suddenly, out of fear, she grabbed the back of the Joker's coat, afraid she was going to fall as she felt him begin walking down stairs. She then felt the arm holding her legs tighten, and let her hands release themselves.
"The clowns...they were scary." Eilish replied, frightened. Her mother laughed some more.
"But Leash, clowns aren't scary...they're meant to be funny." her mother explained. Eilish then heard the sound of a car door being opened.
Eilish opened her eyes once more as the Joker stopped moving, and put her down from his shoulder and into what felt like a car. The cool leather seats sent chills up her back as it met her bare skin. She then heard a door slam shut and with that, she was out.
"Not these clowns mommy. These clowns weren't funny."
Sorry it was short, just wanted to get something up!