I groaned rubbing my eyes of the sleep that happened to form. I rolled to my back feeling I am in a silk sheeted bed. A voice brought me to reality, "Hellooo there, sleeping beauty."

I blinked seeing the Joker sitting on a chair at a desk. His head leaned forward due to his slight hunch. The bed smelled of him. I sat up looking around till my eyes rested on him. I spoke quietly, "This what happened when I got kidnapped?"

His tapping of the pencil stopped placing it beside the notepad he preciously writing on. He asked, "What do you mean?"

I gestured to his room and to himself, "Jack, you became The Joker. A man who is marked as a criminal in Gotham. You... you used to work as a trader. You wanted to get away from your father's footsteps."

I noticed his tongue licking his lips more than normal. A habit that came out of his old habit. The Joker pursed his lips making his scars more prominent. He leaned forward with his arms resting on his thighs, "Father like son, isn't that what they always say?"

I moved to the edge of the bed, "But you're not like your father. I met your father and I should know that you're not like him, Jack."

In an instant, I heard the switchblade being popped open and for his form he was on top on me. The blade was touching my skin. On the border between sharp and dull. He seethed, "Don't call me that."

I swallowed, " I refuse to call you Joker. I know my husband is in there somewhere."

I felt pressure on my cheek. He bent close to my face, "I'm not Jack."

I stared into his eyes searching for anything. Anything that would be of value to me. I dared to speak, "Get that knife away from me. I had enough with knives."

For a second his brows knitted together in confusion. I used my strength and tried to push him off but it didn't do much. Well other than now I have a knick on my cheek. I felt the burning sensation of the cut. It wasn't deep and it wasn't intended to cut as I felt more of the dull side. Unfortunately, when I tried to push him off his knife went the other way and cut me barely. I felt a bare hand touch my lips which got me stop struggling. My eyes met his then his went down to my thick scar on my lip. A question bubbled from his lips," Who did this to you?"

I felt his fingers tangle themselves in my hair gripping on the strands. I winced at the pain. I answered, "One of the mob people from the mob that taken me and Eric thought I had a mouth on me and decided to shut me up. He said if I speak out of turn again that I would get an even worse wound which ended up like this. I was struck twice. There are many more."

I studied the man in front of me. His fingers still have a grip on my hair. I ignored the dull pain by keeping my breathing steady. The Joker didn't move an inch. I continued, "The times I apparently spoke out of turn... was to protect Eric. I... It wasn't enough. He... still died..."

I felt his fingers leave my hair slowly. His bare fingers touch my cheek touching wetness that I didn't feel fall. The bed released the pressure that he was creating. I blinked when I heard the door shut hard. My fist met my mouth as I bit hard into it choking back a sob. I jumped at the sound of a gun trigger being pulled. I closed my eyes gripping at the sheets hard. I took a deep breath before getting off the bed. My eyes scanned the room seeing a couple drawers. My hands grew a mind of themselves and went threw each drawer till my mind decided that is what it wanted. I opened the top drawer finding a few knives and a gun. If I shoot a gun, Jack would be notified. If I play with his knives, it wouldn't be much.

The Joker ran a hand through his greased up hair. His tongue darted across his lips as he looked down at the recent kill. He didn't mean to kill a henchman. He needed them but what his wife told him did upset the dying Jack inside. He didn't turn his head to look behind him at the door of his bedroom but his eyes twitched lightly to the right on the floor. Blood is starting to stain the cement. He needs to get one of them get bleach and other supplies to clean that out. She keeps calling him "Jack" when he is obviously The Joker. He doesn't remember what it was like to be normal. Not since she disappeared with their son. He sneered moving one leg over the limp body and headed to the door. His hunched body stopped at the door. He turned to the men, "No one. I mean no one goes to my room. Clean up the mess. I got some business to tend to."

The Joker lurked into the night using the shadows as his weapon. He will find the imposer batmans considering Batsy is not wanting to reveal himself. His hands ruffled his hair as a groan came out. The woman back in his room should know "Jack" isn't coming back. In the Joker's mind, he took her with him so no one else puts a claim on his woman. He got her first and he shall be her last. His gloves squeaked under pressure. He couldn't help but want to carve into her skin. Show that she is his. Just a nice little "J". It would be satisfying. A dark figure in the distance caught his eye who seemed to take on a low life criminal. A smirk brought to his lips. He's going to have his fun tonight and send a message to dear Batman. He needs to take his anger out on someone other than that unlucky henchman. No one touches his woman and scar her up.

Hey guys I'm sorry for the late update. Work has been killer. Peak week and what not. Love it when everyone decide to go on a vacation at the same time. Well I hope you guys enjoy this one :) I'm sorry that it's not much. Like I said writer block.

I DO want to thank for the reviews :) I did understand that suggestion though in one review, I did a little bit of the suggestion in here. Might broaden it in next chapter. Just need to know how to go about it. Tell me what you guys think and don't be afraid to drop in suggestions. I love suggestions, it helps :)