The Joker twirled his signature knife in his fingers being careful not to knick himself. If he goes inside that bedroom, he will be called "Jack" and that's not him. Not anymore. His deep brown eyes stared at the hallway. His make up was freshly placed after torturing the imposer. That felt good.That he will admit. One of the henchmen interrupted his train of thought by speaking, "Hey uh boss."

The Joker's eyes flicked over to the henchman. The henchman swallowed but continued, "What of the woman?"

His fingers stilled and he spoke deadly, "What of her?"

The ill henchman flinched rubbing his neck, "I.. uh was wondering what we are..."

The Joker stood up from his place stopping the henchman's sentence. The Joker waved his knife towards him, "Let's see about this situ-a-tion. That woman in there is none of your worries. She is mine. Understand?"

Another voice piped up, "Who is she?"

The Joker twirled on his heel heading towards his next victim. The Joker answered, "None of your concern."

He had enough of his petty henchmen's questions about his girl. He rather deal with her "Jack" nonsense than their shit. He turned his head towards the hallway. He did notice there is quietness coming from the room. His long legs carried him to the door. He didn't care if she wanted him in there or not. It's his room and he will enter it when he feels like it. His tongue licked his lips. His eyes trailed over her fair skin then darted over to the bathroom seeing it is steaming. A smirk played on his lips as he closed the door behind him which ended up startling her. In an instant she covered herself with the towel. His eyes narrowed seeing it clearly. The scars that she mentioned. They touched her. His. Her voice didn't falter his eyes, "Jack... I didn't hear you."

He licked his lips as he remembered those times they had fun. His eyes flickered upward to hers, "What did I say about calling me Jack?"

I stared at him watching his every move. My voice apparently made his gaze go to her eyes. His voice dripped with a hint of venom, "What did I say about calling me Jack?"

I folded part of the towel in itself so it doesn't fall. I ran my hands in my hair lifting the strands in the air, "I uh... don't remember."

I could hear his gloved hands squeak and I am sure he is reaching for his knife. I bent down to my suitcase that he had in the room. The zipper is the only noise in the room. I pulled out one of his shirts that he use to wear before he came this... person that I am not sure is my husband. His voice occupied the sound barrier, "I said that I am not Jack."

I glanced at him before turning my back to him letting the towel fall. I quickly put the shirt on to hide the evidence of the mob's brutality. I eyed the clothing that wasn't there before. Undergarments. My eyes went to him, to his hunched body. He took three full strides towards me. He bent down picking up a lacy underwear. He held it up with a finger, " Can't have my girl go full naked with other men around."

I rolled my eyes grabbing the underwear putting them on, "Not like you would let me leave."

His gloved fingers grabbed my chin hard. His fingers squeeze my cheeks. He spoke low, "Not when someone doesn't call me the appropriate name."

I looked into his eyes challenging him, "What do you want me to call you? The Joker? Joker? How about no. I married a Jack Napier. Not The Joker."

His fingers tightened its grip. I pushed him off hard feeling his fingers leaving my face hard. I walked to the night stand holding the knife I happen to play with earlier out to him. I continued, "Jack wouldn't hurt me even after knowing what I been through."

A laugh bubbled from his lips starting quiet then it was a full blown laugh. I narrowed my eyes at him as he took a few steps closer. His voice went slightly husky, "Oh no no no, you don't want to play. You just said so. Put down daddy's knife there before you hurt yourself."

I kept the knife up. The sound of the switchblade caught by my ears. I watched as he brought his knife against mind making the sound of metal rubbing against each other. I spoke, "Jack..."

I didn't know what to say. I feel like I'm playing with the devil himself. His voice boomed, "STOP CALLING ME THAT!"

In an instant his knife met my face. I felt his body move to the side to meet the dull side of my blade. His gloved hand met with my cheek. His thumb rubbed my cheek slightly rough. I frowned, "Will you stop putting your knife in my face?"

He shook his head slightly, "Oh no no no. No. It needs to get in your thick head that there is no Jack around here. There's only me."

I clenched my jaw, "What am I supposed to call you?"

He turned his hand so his back is petting my cheek, "Come up with a nickname."

A smile slowly was brought onto my face. In his mind, he instantly regret w hat he said. He knows the woman in front of him is going to bring up that blasted nickname. I whispered, "Puddin'."

He let go of me as he groaned in dissatisfaction. I smirked. It still ticks him. I dropped the knife on the bed crossing my arms. I nodded, "I can live with that. However, you are going to be Jack to me always."

His glove squeaked against the handle of the knife. I moved towards my suitcase taking my stuff out. The Joker watch the woman take photos out. He sneered at the sight of him and the woman in wedding garb. He growled making me stop in the process, "Don't take those out."

I looked up at him with a frame in my hand hanging over my leg. I spoke, "I know you won't let me go so I'm taking these out."

His hand went for my bicep pulling me up roughly. His voice was by my ear, "Then you're not staying in here."

My brows knitted in confusion. I struggled to get out of his grip but it got tighter. I moved the picture towards him. I started to get angry pushing my voice towards him, "Are you going to deny those years? We have been together for 10 years, Jack! You can't simply erase those years! We were happy then and I like to remember those years."

His eyes glued to the picture. He snarled as his hand backhanded my cheek as well as it pushed the picture out of my hand. My cheek stung bringing tears to my eyes. The picture fell to the ground. I moved my hand and slapped his face. White grease paint rubbed off on my hand. I could see his light tanned skin hidden from the white grease paint. His hair stuck to his forehead when it moved to the left by the slap. The Joker smirked and grabbed me quickly. His fingers found my hair and tangled themselves. His lips sloppily crashed on my own. I tried pushing him away which led him to hold onto me tighter. He continued to sloppily kiss me but moved his hand towards my ass. I moved my hand to his and tried to push him away but his hand sneaked past and gave a squeeze. He pulled away and I could see his ruby red paint is smeared off. I can see more of his skin that was hidden. My eyes trailed up to his and he let out a laugh. A chilling laugh. I pulled away from his grip heading to the bathroom. I locked the door. He started to laugh again and I could hear it get closer to the door. His voice is really close, "Oh how I miss that!"

My eyes studied my face in the dirty broken mirror. It has a hint of white grease paint smeared around my nose and his red grease paint all over my lips and cheeks from his lips and cheeks. I heard the door open and shut in the bedroom. I'm by myself. Staying here is probably going to kill me. I grabbed the bar of soap and started to wash my face and hands that got paint. This is going to be a brutal time being here.

Hey guys! Here's another chapter. I think we are good to move away from the name Jack and use nicknames. I think Madeline wouldn't be comfortable using Joker in the any point of the future. He is a bit rough with her but he isn't sure how to handle his wife from his old life and bring her to his new life. He wants to hurt but he can't do it all the way. Anywho, I hope you guys enjoy this one :) It's somewhat long. Longer than previous. But Have a nice day guys :)