Joker's Point of View

I shook my head making my curly strands shake side to side. Some stick to my forehead due to the greasepaint slick with perspiration. Fighting with the batman earlier this night gave me a workout that I needed. The thought of the woman and scars brought such anger in my body that fighting him felt good. I tapped my thumbs against the steering wheel sitting at a red light. Of course this is the time that I am following the law. I heard some of the able to escaped men mumble behind me. I closed my eyes gripping the wheel tightly. You know what, fuck this. I am a criminal. I can run red lights all I want. My foot pressed down gaining speed. I turned a few corners heading to the Narrows. I slammed the driver door not waiting for my men to scramble themselves out of the van. I walked through the hall seeing the two henchmen I assigned to guard her door to ensure no one gets in or out. I didn't take notice of the gangly man's face as he had a slight panic written over his face. I did take notice of the brute with cuts over his shaved head. I stopped between the two, "Uh. Kyle what-uh happened to you?"

The brute, Kyle, answered, "Hit my head against the frame."

My eyes narrowed as I looked at him and looked at the frame for any chipped pieces. None. He's lying. I smiled, "You know what I uh do to liars?"

Kyle didn't say anything neither did the gangly man beside him. My hand went into my coat pocket feeling the familiar blade. My trusted blade as it cut through so many people especially the people who brought these scars on my face. I will find out what happened. I moved my attention else where continuing my trek to my room. I'm too tired and sore to deal with these idiots. I went to turn the knob of my bedroom finding it locked. I glanced down the hall but the two men couldn't see me staring as they are around the corner. Who is in my room that they lock it so I couldn't get inside? I dug in my pockets feeling a cool metal. I pulled it out and place it in the keyhole unlocking it. I pushed the door open feeling something is jamming it. My brows knitted together. What the Fuck. I am being barred from my own room.I moved my hand inside feeling what is blocking the path. A Chair. I moved to the side moving my hand to grip on the chair. I pushed it forward having it fall to the ground. A clatter was sounded the room and hallway. I opened it fully seeing the culprit who locked my room. It was her. She is wrapped up in the sheets asleep. She should of woken up by the sound of the chair. I closed the door before heading to the bed. I grabbed her arm pulling her up waking her up, "Why are you in my room?"

Madeline's Point of View

I yelped wincing from the instant pain being caused by someone gripping my arm. A voice made me open my eyes, "Why are you in my room?"

I glared at him the best I could when I could feel the reminding pain from my feet shoot up. I spat, "Why don't you ask your precious henchmen you have guarding my room?"

He stared at me before I saw them flicker to the door then back at me. I felt his eyes look down at my ripped up shirt showing my lacy bra. He snarled letting go. My body fell against the mattress. He left the room and returned with the two men. I grabbed the sheet pulling it up covering my chest. No one has the right to see anything of me. The Joker closed the door, "Now I already know you were lying to me Kyle. But the way she is presented in here tells me a different story. How about telling me the real story?"

I saw a glint of shininess in his hand. His blade. I wrapped the sheet around my form keeping my body warmth to my self. Kyle finally spoke, "I was seeing why you would keep her to yourself and kidnapped her."

The Joker waved his knife as if it was his extended finger, "Tsk tsk. That isn't none of your business. It's my and only my business."

I watched him go to the weaker of the two. His blade touched the gangly man's cheek. The Joker spoke low, "Out with it."

The gangly man struggled with his words, "I-I told him not to!"

I saw Kyle move his arm to go smack the smaller man. My voice stopped the three of them, "Don't. You. Dare."

The Joker tilted his head to the side putting his eyes on me. The blade on the smaller man's cheek moved to the side seeing what I would do. I let go of the sheet ignoring the pain in my feet as I walked on the bed standing tall. I spoke, "I can hurt you again. Don't you dare hit him. You should already know he has a problem. He can't help that. That man has anxiety. Severe anxiety."

The Joker already knows of what some of his henchmen's problems were. He knew that if he rubbed this man in front of him the right way he can make him speak. He forgot that the woman who is challenging the brute used to work in a psychiatric firm. I didn't back down from the man in front of me. I spoke, "I'll tell you want happened. Kyle here went in my room and decided to try to have his way which ended up making me break two of my photos and glass in my-."

I didn't finish as the Joker being close to the man's height grabbed the man's neck. He pushed him down closer to his height. The Joker's tongue went over his lips. He spoke deadly, "What uh did I say about touching what is mine?"

Kyle didn't answer. The blade already starting to cut the corner of Kyle's mouth. Joker answered for him, "I said don't touch what is mine or you'll end up dog chow."

I don't mind what the Joker has plan for this man. I saw the blade glide between now the two flaps of skin. The Joker removed his blade and brought his hands to the ide of the man's head. In one quick snap, the man got a broken neck. The body went down hard. I saw the Joker started over to the now whimpering man. I moved so I can place my hand on the Joker's shoulder, "He isn't right in the mind."

I heard his tongue click. What I had to say didn't stop him from killing the man. I saw him pocket his switch blade. His eyes turned to me. Soulless deep brown staring in my greens. The Joker's tongue went over his lips one time before he spoke, "You don't give me orders, sweet cheeks."

I looked down at him, "He didn't need to die. He was not fully here as you saw."

He rolled his eyes, "Those are the people I need. No one will miss them."

I glared at him, "There's always someone."

I watched him take off his jacket placing it on the back of the chair I used earlier to block the door. He started to unbutton his cufflinks. He rolled up his sleeves showing his tanned skin. I scanned the tanned skin seeing that is evidence that Jack was once there. I slowly sat down as my feet I am sure started bleeding again. I need to really take care of that. With unknown strength, the Joker dragged the bodies out of the room slumping them in the hallway. He let out a whistle and I heard footsteps come into the hall. I took this time to look at my feet. I frowned seeing they are stained red with my blood. I used my nails and tried picking out the glass waiting for the Joker to finish up his business. This may take a while.

I like to say thank you for that review! I thought why not change it up when I made this story. I read so many with his origins in it and I figured this would be interesting. I'm glad you guys like it :D I really am. I try my best with this. Well here's another chapter. I am not sure when the next one will be out nor what step to take. Let me know if any suggestions are floating around. I hope you guys have a nice day :) Time for bed for me!