I woke with a start. Not what I was expecting to dream about. I groaned pulling myself out of bed. I looked at the alarm clock on the bed side table. 10:00 am. I slept in, jesus. I headed to the closet pulling out a suit case to put the items I want in. First things first, Eric's giraffe goes in. I looked around the room to see what else needs to be put in. My eyes scanned the closet for any, just any, of Jack's clothing. A smile slowly appeared as I grabbed the hangers of his at home shirts. I folded all five and placed them inside the suitcase. I went around the house picking up photos that I presume Jack placed down and placed them in the suitcase. I went in a full circle in the living room to make sure that I have everything that I wanted. My eyes stopped at a box that I seemed to overlook yesterday. I stepped closer to it rubbing my fingers lightly over the wood graving. A sad smile brought on my face. The wooden box is as long as my forearm. I picked it up gently feeling the texture underneath the pads of my fingers. I bit my lip going over to the couch. I already know that this valuable item would bring my knees to the ground. I don't want to hurt myself more than I already done. I slowly unhooked the clasp opening it. Inside is all the flowers Jack have given me plus the wedding bouquet. My fingers lightly touch the soft dried up petals. The first rose he have given me was a red one. The ones following was dyed purple and green.

Jack leaned against my desk. His teeth played with his lip. He spoke, "You working behind that little desk of yours is..."

I interrupted his sentence as I finished up writing an email, "Jack don't you dare finish that sentence."

Jack smirked. His fingers lightly twirled the little bouquet of flowers if you call it that behind his back. I leaned forward forearms resting on my desk. I asked, "What are you doing here, Jack? Don't you have work?"

Jack's eyes darted around the office, "I wanted to see my best girl."

I already know why he's here. It is our 2nd year anniversary of being together. We just recently moved in together to an apartment. It has been amazing. I raised my eyebrows, "Oh really? I for sure thought that girl down the hall was your best girl."

Jack rolled his eyes, "You're my only one, sweet cheeks."

I chuckled, "It's hard to play around with you."

I heard a rustling behind his back. He pulled out two roses. One dyed purple and the other dyed green. A smile was brought onto my face, "What are those?"

Jack looked at the flowers admiring them, "Purple is my favorite color and green to match your eyes."

I smiled bigger than before, "You never cease to amaze me."

Jack winked, "That's the point."

I stood up taking the two flowers. The sweet fragrance filled my nose. Jack played with my shirt's frills that happen to be his hands length. I slapped his hands away laughing, "Stop it, Jack. I'm at work."

His eyes shot up from the frills to my face. His finger hooked underneath my chin pulling my gaze to his. Jack licked his lips before putting his on mine. As quickly as it came it left. He pulled himself away from the desk fixing his purple button up. It's a deep purple which looks wonderfully on him. Jack moved his curly locks to the side, "We are going out tonight. Habachi grill in town."

I gave him a nod, "I'll be ready after I change when I get home."

The first buttons were unbuttoned showing his lightly tanned skin. I smirked, "You better be ready."

Jack bowed his head lightly, "Of course."

I lightly touched the petals once more with tears blurring my vision. It seemed that I have been crying since I been freed. A voice ringed through my ears, " Well...Well... I didn't expect anyone to be here. Not at all. Now what are you doing in this humble abode?"

My heart started to pound as I didn't dare to look up. Silent footsteps walked closer to my form. A booming voice echoed, "LOOK AT ME!"

I slowly brought my gaze upwards. First thing I saw was brown shoes with deep purple pant legs lightly over it. I swallowed bringing my gaze higher seeing the same deep color suit jacket and a green vest underneath. His voice got impatient, "You can hurry it up."

My eyes met with his white, black and red grease painted face. His yellow teeth showing through his smile. My eyes darted around the room to find something to protect myself. A man who was tagged as the Joker stood before me in my old home. I did not notice the Joker studying my form. His eyes darted all over my body taking in every detail. He knows who exactly is sitting on his old couch touching their flowers. He saw the suitcase in the master bedroom filled with his shirts and his son's favorite stuffed toy. His fingers clenched making the gloves squeak. It brought my attention. My eyes met his. His soulless dark eyes surrounded by the black grease paint. I asked, "What are you doing here?"

I didn't see it till now the glint of a knife waving back and forth in his hand. It looked to be itching to carve. His voice brought my attention back to his face, "I could ask you the same thing."

He stepped closer till I could really see the knife in his gloved hand. I closed the box of flowers placing it to the side. I didn't know what to do when I first saw him but the times with the mob is coming back. I spoke with confidence, "This is my home. You are the one who is intruding."

He pointed with the knife, "You are the one who is intruding breaking through the window."

He tsked shaking the knife side to side as giving me the no-no. I eyed him standing up. His brows raised. I looked around seeing no other way he could break in. I spoke, "You didn't break in which means you have the key."

He pointed his knife at me, "You're smart. You take in all of the details and piece them together."

I narrowed my eyes at him, "I'm not scared of you, Jack."

Something in him snapped as the cold metal touched my cheek and him grabbing me tightly. He didn't point the sharp side, luckily. His voice had a crazy edge to it, "Oh no no no, my name. That's not my name."

I glanced at him out of the corner of my eye. I spoke, "It is to me. You... You aren't the Joker to me."

I felt the metal lightly switch back and forth to the dull and sharp side. He held me still as he looked around, "Where's the boy?"

I swallowed feeling the lump in my throat. This is what I didn't want to face. Tell Jack what happened to his son. I tried to move out of his grip but his grip tightened. His fingers tangled themselves in my hair. I hesitated, "He... He is dead, Jack. The mob that kidnapped him and I... they killed him saying he was worthless."

I felt him release his hold on me. His gloves squeaked as he clenched tightly. I watched him as he clenched and unclenched his fists. Joker moved to the kitchen disappearing from my view. I let out a breath that I didn't know I was holding. I was scared. I was scared on what he would do. This isn't Jack that I know. I don't even know if Jack is still in there. Sounds of glassware shattering against the floor made me flinch. I called out, "What are you doing here, Jack? This house looked like no one stepped foot in here in years."

The sounds ceased. He walked out of the kitchen. His back slightly hunched and his tongue darted across his lips and the beginning point of his scars. His voice sent me shivers up my spine, "Before I left, sweet cheeks, I kept a close eye on this house. Men around this house to notify me when and if someone breaks in. I can't have anyone breaking in for my goods."

My heart started pounding quicker. I gestured all around me, "What goods do you have? All of this is our old stuff. It's worth nothing for other people except for me."

I heard his switch blade close. I followed the hand which holds it with my eyes as he pocketed it. He tsked at me," You don't understand, sweet cheeks. I have things in here that is worth more than you think. Or did you forget?"

My eyes widened as I remembered he had his parent's life insurance money stashed somewhere here. I remember that I helped him find spots to hide it just in case something happens to the bank. I felt my mouth dry, "I... I am sorry. I forgot..."

His lip twitched. He closed the distance between us. His eyes looked down at my form. I stared up seeing the black pits of his eyes. In a second, I didn't see anything. Joker caught the now limp body. He lifted the body up till he got a good grip. He sneered at the situation.

I picked up Madeline out of surprise. We just recently got married and it's not complete without carrying her over the threshold. She giggled nuzzling her face into my green vest. A half smile brought to my lips, "I got to bring my blushing bride across the threshold."

I felt her smack my chest. She spoke, "I am not blushing, Jack!"

I smirked, "Oh you will be when I am done with you."

She stayed quiet at that statement. Laughter bubbled from my lips. I carried her in sideways to our new home. We purchased this home a couple weeks ago thinking it would be better to start as a married couple in a home. An actual home, not that dinky apartment we used to live in. I felt her squirm in my arms trying to get out. I tightened my grip, "Not yet."

She spoke, "But Jack you already carried me into the theshold."

I smirked taking her down the hallway fumbling with the doorknob of our door. She looked at the bed then at me, "Don't you dare."

I plopped her down on the bed. Her white wedding gown flowed across the edge of the bed. Her body bounced after the initial drop. I licked my lips, "Oh I dare."

She shook her head laughing. Her laughter is music to my ears. I didn't mind closing the door as no one is here just us. I shrugged off my vest after unbuttoning it. She sat up moving my hands out of the way. Her fingers started to unbutton my shirt. Her fingers worked quickly. I loved that. I spoke huskily, "Are you ready Mrs. Napier?"

She looked up into my eyes, "Always."

He looked down at the limp body exiting the home. His men waiting in the van. At least he knows she wouldn't be struggling as he carried her. Joker gestured with his head, "Get the suitcase in the master room and the wooden box on the couch."

The man who happened to be free nodded disappearing from public view. He placed her in the van in the very back seat. He does not want his men eyeing at his goods. He wouldn't tell her but one of the valuable goods is laying down in the very back seat. The man joined back inside the van. The van started to drive off. He picked the seat by her head. This is a time to examine what his wife endured.

Holy balls this took a while to write. I had a writer's block. Sad, I know. But I want to thank you for reviewing last chapter and some new reviews in the others. I hope I did him justice or close to it. I apologize if he seemed OOC. I reaaaaaaaaaally tried to think what he would do. Let me know what you guys think and don't hesitate to drop suggestions on what could happen next. Writer blocks are horrible. Hope you guys have a nice day or week or month or year. Which ever fits your fancy. :)