I noticed the Joker kept his distance away from me. Not like I would want him in here. I thought maybe just maybe I would have an ounce of my husband in there but after that incident a couple of days ago... I doubt he is there. His henchmen that I never had to be near before entered the room the next day and told me that the boss man wants me in another room. He was serious when he didn't want the photos near him. It made my heart fell when I realize how far gone he went. In my new room, it only has a cot and a broken table. The table's legs aren't even so it teeter-tater. I have a picture of the three of us, Jack and Eric, and the wedding day on there. They all are slanted but it's better not having a place for them. The Joker probably knows of the gift she left behind in his room. Knife marks all over the walls and a ripped up pillow. I lay on my cot staring at the ceiling. I know that I am not allowed to leave this room as it was the Joker's orders. The door slammed open making me jump. My head moved up as my eyes paid attention to the new visitor in this mini abode. I tried not to snort as the Joker is standing there with a garbage bag around his body. His eyes narrowed as he heard a light laugh coming from me. I sat up gesturing to his get up, "I'm sorry it's hard not to laugh at how ridiculous you look."

The Joker's tongue went over his lips before speaking, "We are going on a little field trip. I need to you be with my men and look pretty."

It is my turn to narrow my eyes, "What are you planning?"

The Joker skipped over to my bed grabbing my hand. He pulled me out of the bed tripping over my own feet. He answered, "Going to see someone about my little head."

I didn't notice him glancing over at the picture frames as I was trying to catch my balance and pull my hand from his. I yanked my hand out of his, "Like I would go with you."

He held up his finger wagging it at me, "You haven't been a good little girl. I suggest you listen to me or something bad would happen."

He just threatened me. I stared at the man before me. I took a step forward till I'm staring up at him closely. I spoke lowly, "I had enough with threats to my life or anyone else's. I was threatened and it cost our son's life. I will not let you threaten me."

His hand grabbed my hair pulling my head back. His voice was next to my ear, "Do not bring up the boy. You just threatened me. I won't play nicely next time, Madeline."

I felt a yank and his hand freed itself from the tangles. Note to self: Don't bring up Eric. It brings out the really bad side of Jack. He turned his heel and the garbage bag rustling at his sides. I stared at the retreating figure. The garbage bag still looks ridiculous.

I was crammed in between the door and the Joker. Apparently he gave the plan to the guys in this car. Three guys plus myself are going to waltz in claiming we brought Joker dead to this Gamble guy. The car jolted to a stop by a building that looks nice enough. The Joker smirked, "See ya soon, Sweet cheeks."

I rolled my eyes as he pulled a bag over his face. He got to the ground to lay down so his men can carry him. One of the guys hopped out of the van front seat coming to the side door. The dimming light shone through inside. The one who was beside the Joker grabbed the Joker's upperbody and the other grabbing his legs. I am guessing the other man who is in the driver seat is going to be the one talking. I didn't see him leave till I saw him across the sidewalk talking to a few men in expensive suits. Since the Joker brought me into this plan, I figure I better join them. I don't understand why he needs me to be here as well. He did make sure I dressed the part with jeans, converse, black camisole with a grey jacket. I shoved my hands in the triangle pockets of the jacket following the men. I refuse to meet any of the men's eyes. The suited men led us inside claiming we brought the Joker dead. I noticed the other suited men carried the Joker instead of his men. My eyes wandered around the place taking in the sights. A voice stopped me in my tracks, "So, dead, that's 500."

My eyes slowly went to the owner of the voice. I swallowed not moving from my spot. The Joker sprung up to life getting rid of the two beside him, "How about alive? Hm?"

His eyes looked at the man in front of him as he placed the knife at the corner of his lips. The Joker scanned the room seeing his men grabbed the others but he noticed the woman looked petrified. He would need to question later. He moved his lips close to Gamble's ear, "Do you wanna know how I got these scars?"

He adjusted his grip on Gamble's face while giving a light nod. He will have to deal with the woman later. He continued his story," My father... was a drinker... and a fiend. And one night he goes off... crazier than usual. Mommy gets the kitchen knife to fend herself."

He bites his bottom lip that I drew my attention to. I rather pay attention to the one who is more likely kill the guy he has a hold on than any one else in this room. The Joker continued, "He doesn't like that. Not. One. Bit. So me watchinghe takes the knife to her laughingwhile he does it. He turns to me and says why so serious-ah. He comes to me with the knife. Why so serious-ah? Sticks the blade in my mouth let's put a smile on the face. Annnnnd..."

I watched as the Joker looked down at one of the henchmen and calmly asks, "Why so serious?"

In one instant, he killed the man he held. I felt a relief sensation flow through my body. The Joker let the now dead man's body fall. He took the garbage bag that made him look ridiculous. My eyes flickered to the dead body. One of the many men who came by the kidnapping mob's hideout is dead. I didn't hear or know what the Joker did with his men. I felt his hand wrap itself around my bicep dragging me out of the room. I looked behind us seeing the men rush to the broken pool stick. One yank from the Joker brought my attention back to him. The van door opened and he threw me inside causing light rug burn feeling against my jeans. The door slammed closed after he climbed in. I looked up seeing him fixing his green curly locks. I didn't expect him to ask but he asked anyways, "What is your connection with little Gamble back there?"

I moved my body into a more comfortable position. I looked up at him then turned my eyesight to the window drawing the only light in. I answered, "He's dead now so it's not a problem anymore."

I should of suspected this but he startled me when he grabbed my cheeks hard. His leather gloves rubbing against my skin. His question became more demanding, "What was your connection?"

I tried pushing him off but he held on tighter. I clenched my teeth as pain started to come. I winced, "Ifh I can spfeak."

I felt him loosen his grip on my cheeks but didn't release me. I started again, "That... guy. His name was Gamble? He came by the mob... who kidnapped me and..."

I watched him carefully knowing I was going to mention Eric. I swallowed, "He did things like the others did. Only... the mob bosses did this as they... thought I was a pretty prize..."

His tongue darted for a moment before he snarled letting go of me. I heard a tear in fabric. I looked to my right seeing the source of him stabbing into the seat cushion bringing the blade down. Stuffing could be seen puffing out. I moved a little to my left trying to get away from him. I bumped into his knee that was in between my legs. His attention was brought back down to me. He left his knife on the cushion. It is limply resting half of the blade inside the cushion. My eyes went from it to him then to it. His gloved hands met my face again by grabbing it. His voice broke the silence, "Shhh shhh it's okay it's okay. Look at me!"

My eyes met his deep brown surrounded by black. He bit his lip then his tongue glided across his bottom lip. I am sure he wants me to continue but I am afraid of that knife he has sitting next to him. I adjusted my body so my ass doesn't become numb. I continued, "I am sure you want me to continue... Gamble did things that aren't ethical when it comes to a married woman. Majority of the mob bosses did unethical... stuff..."

I felt his cold leather leave my face. I saw his jaw clench and unclench a few times. That's not good. I don't know how the "Joker" reacts to news as this but I knew how Jack would of.

I came home pulling my sweat shirt up but it was useless. The men ripped it. I was about to put my key into the keyhole but there was no keyhole to put it in. My unbruised eye looked at the reason why the door isn't there anymore. Cold hands that felt good to my warm body touched my shoulders, neck, and face gently. Jack's big hands cupped my cheeks softly, "What happened?"

I moved my face out of his hands looking down and away. I mumbled, "I... I got attacked and almost raped."

Jack's finger curled underneath my chin pushing it up. Jack's brown eyes searched my green eyes, "What?"

I whispered not really wanting to say it again, "I got attacked, Jack. The... men almost raped me before I was able to get away."

His fist met the door which in turn hit the wall startling me. I may have jumped two feet in the air. Jack's cold hands left me same goes for his warm body. I heard rustling inside our apartment. He was walking back to the door shrugging on his jacket, "Where are they?"

I placed my hands on his chest, "They aren't worth it."

Jack widened his eyes taking a step back. His hands gestured to my battered body, "Look at you, Madeline! You look like you went through a meat grinder."

I rolled my good eye, "Thaaaanks."

He took a step closer, "You know I didn't mean it that way, Mads."

I sighed but that hurt. I winced holding my side, "I know you didn't. I know I looked horrible. I just don't want you to waste your time and effort to avenge me. They would be long gone. Please let's go back inside and rest. I need a warm bath and tea."

Jack stared at me before opening the door again letting me go through. What I didn't know that Jack would find the men who did this to me once I hit my head against the pillow.

The Joker smiled showing his not so white anymore teeth. He tilted his head to the side, "Well at least I killed him. That's more what's the word for it... refreshing knowing that I killed him more than his little name calling."

I knitted my brows about to ask, "Wha-."

The doors opened revealing his three men and one new member. Joker's hand grabbed my bicep and painfully pulled me into the seat by the window. His purple ass sat right next to me. The men didn't say any words nor did the Joker. I glanced at the Joker a couple times when the van started moving back to his hideout. What name could Gamble call him that made him kill the man?

Annnnnnnnnnd there you have it a very long chapter :) Hope you guys like it! I am glad I got this chapter in before classes start tomorrow. It's gonna be harder for me to update but hopefully I can update as quickly as I can. I hope you guys have a nice week!