A/N I know it's been a while but here ya go! Also, thank you for all the lovely reviews and thank you Fox8299 for your interesting observations. I'll try my best to clear stuff up!

1) Jasper seems to be written as weak in this story, but he has such a complex character?
Trust me, there's more to come from Jasper, Rosalie and Emmett in this story! The reason I couldn't have him try to persuade Waller into letting Bella stay is because he, himself, believes Bella should follow due process and get taken in. BUT there is a reason all to be explained later!

2) The story should definitely involve Bella staying with the Cullens…
She will be back with the Cullens! But this 'going back to jail thing' needs to happen for various reasons, some explained in this chapter!

3) Will she just stop obsessing over Joker and run back to Edward?
Absolutely not. They will have to work long and hard to repair their relationship. Just because Bella is done with the Joker, doesn't mean she's immediately running back to Edward! This will be an ExB story, but not right away.

Thank you so much for your input and my plan for this story is definitely along the lines of what you have in mind! I hope this helped!

Thank you to everyone else who's been following this story! I recently began another story as well, but this is my priority story!

Enjoy!

Bella's POV

I was silent during the long drive back to the Correction Center. I wouldn't allow myself to show any hint of emotion.

Once the van came to a halt, I was swiftly removed and pulled into the building, through the front entrance surprisingly, and taken to the front desk where the huge security man started talking to the receptionist.

"Name?" she asked dully.

"Bella Swan," he said gruffly, never letting go of my arm even though I had been cuffed as I got into the van.

The lady lifted her head from the desk and gave me the once over. Then, she laughed and her heavy-set frame jiggled from the impact.

"Bella, Bella, Bella," she chimed mockingly, going back to her papers. "I thought we'd finally seen the last of you."

"Me too," I griped without humor. I'd genuinely thought I would never step foot in this rotten place again.

"Well, good news," she said after a moment. She looked up at the man holding me. "She's being transferred to a regular, hyper-security cell. Amanda's request." Her head turned back to me. "It seems you have lost some of your edge. I'm glad. Perhaps we'll have less casualties now that you've been tamed."

I winced. I hated that word. Tame. Insults the Joker had thrown at various people before killing them. No one was ever wild enough for him. Except me…

I shook my head quickly. No. I couldn't let myself fall back into that trap. The burning hatred I held for him thankfully filled my veins.

"Let's go," the man said, pulling on my arm to walk me forward.

My hand, still cuffed in front of my body, felt cold and numb. The metal didn't help. I followed him silently through the halls. Some were empty, some had cells that held countless prisoners all calling or whistling. Those who knew of me kept silent.

I still reveled in the thought that people feared me. I needed to start getting rid of that sick satisfaction.

My eyes stayed on the concrete floor as we walked, not even bothering to make note of the halls I passed. I wasn't planning an escape this time.

After a moment, I heard a laugh.

A familiar chuckle. It was eerie and soft, but oh so recognizable.

My head snapped up and I saw that we were just about walking passed the Joker's new cell. He sat on the bed, casts on both his arms and his leg. I felt my lips curl up into an involuntary smile.

He laughed harder and I stopped walking. The halls were empty aside from his cell. The only other people were myself and this huge man, who seemed confused for a moment from the whiplash.

"I knew they'd put you back in here," the Joker griped. "They were finished with you anyway."

I was confused. Despite my better judgment, I approached the glass screen shielding him from the outside world. Only a few air holes were allowed.

"What are you talking about?" I snapped, feeling a firm hand grip my arm. "Waller? Of course she'd put me back. What could I expect after following your lead for the past few years?!"

I was about to give in and let myself be hauled away when the clicking of his tongue rang in my ears.

"Not Amanda, no," he paused. "Your family of monsters."

I froze and, using all my strength, pulled against the force of the security man.

"What are you talking about?! How dare you talk about them like that?"

I was fuming and he smiled, victorious. Once again, he was able to get into my head.

"Didn't you know?" he said, feigning concern. "They had a deal with Amanda, sugar. You bring me, the Clown King of Crime, to them or Amanda would make their lives a living hell."

I shook my head angrily. "That's a lie!" I was now being dragged away but I couldn't let it end like this. "They wanted to help me! Fix me after you broke me!"

"They're better actors than they let on," he purred. "Think about it… They've lied before. And, from what I head, they were so ready to give you back. Didn't put up much of a fight, did they, hmmmm?"

He was edging me on. He knew it. I knew it. And I was falling for it. Would the Cullens really lie to me, get me to expose the Joker then leave again without a trace? Wait, hadn't they just done that? They're fucking vampires! They wouldn't have allowed me to be taken if they wanted me to stay… right?

The Joker was in my head again. It was then I knew that he always would be. Like a parasite feeding off weak minds. Never leaving, sucking me dry until I had no pain left to spare.

I felt angry tears fall down my cheeks.

"YOU'RE A LIAR!" I screamed, my body being pulled away from the cell. "YOU'RE LYING!"

"Can you really take that chance?"

That was it. I lost it. I did a quick turn towards the guard and my hand, still cuffed, grabbed the gun from his belt before he even knew what was happening. I took advantage of his shock and cocked it, running back to the center of the glass wall.

"I'LL KILL YOU!"

That was all I said before I started firing. The first bullets didn't graze the glass before I aimed directly into the air hole. It was just large enough for the nozzle.

The Joker jumped up from the bed. Once his body hit the floor, I heard a scream as one of the stray bullets grazed his arm. He rolled himself under the bed, seeking safety. An alarm went off throughout the entire prison, and the security man was pulling me back, not daring to make a move for the gun.

"I'LL KILL HIM FOR WHAT HE'S DONE TO ME!"

I was still yelling, still firing, until the gun started clicking. I was out of bullets. My first instinct was to run towards the glass and kick it in.

Images of beating him to death sprung into my mind. I was hungry to destroy him, like he had me.

Then, it was over as quickly as it began.

The guard had wrapped his large arms around my body, effectively lowering both of my arms. I dropped the empty gun and offered no resistance when he carried me through the rest of the hall.

I heard the Joker's sick laughter as I exited. I heard the sounds of footsteps rushing to the Joker's cell as we left. I heard the ringing in my ears from the gunshots.

I didn't hear anything I didn't expect to.

The Joker's words echoed through my mind as I was carried the rest of the way to my cell. It was exactly as the Joker's was.

Had the Cullens used me for their own game? Was I just an interesting case, something to do in their spare time only to abandon?

I felt like a puzzle. Broken into a million pieces before being put together and then just thrown to the side, abandoned and finished only to be replaced with another one.

They're better actors than they let on.

I sat on the stiff bed and brought my knees to my chest. Yes, I'd let the Joker back in. It was as if he'd never left. It was as if he never would.

Alice's POV

"They arrived at the prison," I tell my family as I come out of the vision.

We were all sitting around the dining room table, trying to think of our next move. All except Rosalie, of course, who was in her room probably reading a magazine.

"What now, Carlisle?" Edward asked, frustrated.

"Son…" Carlisle trailed off.

"Don't tell me we're going to make a plan! We've been making plans and none of them have worked out! We need action. I can bust Bella out of there tonight and we can leave by morning-"

"Edward, enough," Carlisle interrupted. He turned to me. "Alice, have you seen anything else? Perhaps Amanda's decision for Bella?"

I shake my head. "I'm sorry. I can't see anything short of their arrival."

Edward groaned.

"I think Edward's right," Emmett pipes in. "I mean, with all the crimes she's committed I doubt they'll let her waltz out of there and into Carlisle's Mercedes with ease. We should just get her and run."

"Then what, Emmett?" Esme asked softly. "Live in the shadows until the manhunt is over? What will become of Bella? She will not be allowed to go to college or get a job…"

"There has to be another solution," Carlisle insisted.

"There is," I say. Edward glares at me but I continue. "Let's just play nice for now. Carlisle, you're going in tomorrow for your session?" He nods solemnly =. "Talk to Amanda. Express your concerns. You're the only doctor who's been able to get this far. Use that."

"If she refuses still?" he insisted.

I shrug. "The government is all about saving face. Just mention how distasteful it would appear if they had no interest in allowing Bella to get completely well. Since this is her only chance at a normal life again…"

Carlisle processed this for a moment, before coming to a decision. I knew what it was the moment Edward opened his mouth.

"I'm coming with you," he said.

Carlisle was already shaking his head. "If we're trying to convince them that Bella's doing better the last thing we need is her overeating to you being there."

Edward searched for a counterargument but none came to him.

"I'll go."

I was surprised when I realized where that statement came from, and whose voice was behind it.

"Jasper, are you sure?" Esme asked. "It may be a bit much."

I squeezed my husband's hand under the table.

"I want to go," Jasper insisted. "It would be easy to portray Bella as being calm and collected when someone is forcing her to be that way." There was a pause. "Not only that, but I would like to actually do some good for her. I haven't been able to in the past…"

"Jasper," I started, searching his eyes.

"I'm going with Carlisle," he tells me. "And we'll be bringing Bella home."

He sounded so sure. I only hoped he was right.

A/N This was meant to be a filler chapter, but I felt it was necessary to end off our Joker character and his psychological torture.

Please let me know what you think! Thank you to everyone who's been reading!