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She was back in her old room again, though much older than she had been on that life changing night. She could tell how much later it was, couldn't tell how old she was, Instead it seemed she was experiencing the entire decade of her life in that apartment at this singular moment. Faint screams leaked through the seams of the window as she lay there. A sleepy hand reached over to her nightstand to grab her headphones to block out the sound like she had become so accustomed to doing. Her hand tapped the counter top a couple of times with no success before she finally opened her eyes, sitting up and looking over to realize that there was nothing there. A groan escaped her lips as she looked around with a confused gaze at the room she was in. It was her room, to be sure. But it was…off and she couldn't figure out why. After a third sweep, she figured out what it was. The room was bathed in an eerie pink and green glow. She glanced to her right to see a bright neon light, much like the ones she had seen at the many frat houses on her college campus, flashing the word "girls" against the ugly yellow flowered wall paper on the far wall. A sigh of relief escaped her lips once she had found the source and she fell back onto the bed, shutting her eyes before it occurred to her that she could still hear the screaming, and it was getting louder. She rolled over, covering her head with a pillow to no avail. Then two. Then the blanket. Still, it only got louder the more she tried to avoid it. With a whimper, she rolled over to her back, pinning the two pillows on either side of her head in vain as she stare up at the ceiling, wishing it would go away. The screams were torturing her, trying to force her from her head, begging her to give the help that she never gave again. And the longer she lay there, trying to ignore them, the louder they began to get. She wondered how many people had died outside her window in those ten years. By the sounds of it, there were hoards. She wanted to help them, but she knew that she wouldn't be able to do anything to save them, not at this point. As she stare up at the ceiling, she noticed a movie poster for the seventh Harry Potter movie, something that didn't come out until long after she had moved. She looked confused for a moment before breaking down in tears, closing her eyes as she tried to block it out.

"I'm sorry." She whimpered allowed. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry" She said repeatedly though not opening her eyes as she tried to deal with the guilt she felt for simply being alive. She knew she was dreaming at this point, but that didn't take away the pain that felt so real right now. All she wanted was to wake up and end this nightmare. But it wouldn't stop, and she couldn't make it.

Scraping at the ceiling forced her eyes up again where she saw a think black liquid begin to seep into the room where the ceilings met the wall. It quickly began to drip down towards her in a way that gave her pause. It looked like it was moving, like it was alive, and as if it were trying to get to her. She let out a short scream before finally pulling the blankets over her face and hiding, praying that she would wake up soon.

She wasn't sure how long it was before she heard the clink of the lock again, but it felt like she had been lying there for days, fading in and out of consciousness. Her mouth was dry and she was starving. It wasn't unusual for her to go a day or so without eating, so she figured it had been a while. Adding in a lack of water and the effects of the drugs on her system and she was in no shape to do more than lay there. It was a dangerous place to be when surrounded by men like the Joker and she knew it.

Finally, the door opened. "Hello Beautiful." He said with a grin in a level of voice that was almost too much for her head to take. He was already dressed in his regalia, seemingly the same outfit from a few days ago minus the blood stains.

She groaned, reaching up to feel the tender stiches on her head, flinching slightly. "Please…go away." She said softly, turning away from him to face the wall and curling into a ball, using her hair to cover her eyes. It had gotten uncomfortably frizzy after the Joker's impromptu shower with nothing more than water. She doubted that the addition of a 'please' was anyway to keep his anger in check, but she hoped it was enough. It was the best she could do right now and she really wished he'd just walk away.

"Can't do that, darling." He grinned excitedly. "I have a fun night planned for the two of us. And while I already look dashing," He placed his gloved hands on his lapels with a satisfied hum. "We gotta fix you up."

She passed a sideways glance at him before rolling her eyes. "No." She said simply.

He narrowed his eyes at her as he let out an angry grunt, taking an unseen step forward with a gnash of his teeth before stopping himself. "Boy, that wall really scrambled your brains, huh?" He said with a sadistic cackle, his footfalls belaying how angry he really was.

She didn't reply, simply staring at the wall as she tried to brace herself for the pain she was about to feel. Maybe if she apologized there was a chance she'd get off light, but it didn't matter right now. She felt his presence above her before she felt the grove grab her shoulder, squeezing tightly as he jerked her over onto her bank.

She set her jaw tightly, holding back the cries of pain she wanted to let out and trying to keep her face calm-without much success-as he kneeled down so that he was straddling her, pressing all of his weight onto her bruised abdomen. She could barely breathe like this, but she tried not to let on how much it was actually hurting her. But he knew, and he enjoyed it.

"Now." He continued, sucking on his scars and picking up her hand almost tenderly before wrapping both of his around hers, resting his chin on them. "I am really excited about our-uh-date tonight. So I'm willing to chalk your little outburst up to…hormones, or whatever problem it is you women have." He removed one of his hands to give a dismissive wave. "If you just. Apologize." He sang at the end, setting his lips in a sort of pout as he looked down at her expectantly.

A frown crossed her lips, feeling her blood boil at his comment. It was like he didn't take responsibility for anything. After being beaten, kidnapped, and left alone in this hovel, having her anger compared to PMS was infuriating. With a role of her eyes, she turned her head defiantly to look at the wall again.

"Women." He said simply. The dark chuckle that emitted from his lips was terrifying. She immediately wanted to take it back, but before she could say anything, he sneered, the hands surrounding her own beginning to contract with crushing force, forcing her to cry out in pain. Her experience over the past few days told her that the Joker was strong, but he was deceptively strong. He didn't seem to be extending a whole lot of effort to crush her fist and prevent her from pulling away.

"I'm sorry!" She shouted breathlessly. "Christ, I'm sorry!" She'd never been a very religious person, but it was surprising how quickly she called out to anyone when she was in this much pain.

"What was that?" He leaned closer as if trying to hear her better, tightening his grip again causing her to scream again.

"Please!" She shouted out. "I'm sorry!"

A giggle escaped from his lips as he continued to squeeze. "I can't understand you when you're like this, Ella." He sneered, obviously trying to annoy her.

She tried to calm herself down, attempting to take a deep breath but failing as he crushed her lungs, still not letting up. Finally, when she was felt like she was able to speak without screaming, she looked up at him. "I'm sorry." She said again finally, breathing hard. It pained her to say it, but she just wanted him to move.

"For what?"

She attempted another deep breath as tears flowed out of her eyes. "I'm sorry for being rude." In a complete sentence this time because she didn't want to give him any other reason to stall.

He pondered the words for a moment before giving a quick grin, dropping her hand and stepping off of her swiftly, as if already annoyed with the interaction. He completely ignored her as she whimpered, holding her hand close to her chest. She didn't think it was broken, but there would definitely be a few bruises.

"So what do you think, kid. Up for a little fun?"

Not one part of her wanted to find out what his idea of fun entailed, but at the risk of being hurt again, she simply nodded.

"Good! Let's get you a bath, hmm?" He said, already turning to head out through the open door.

Arella took that as an invitation to follow, crawling to her feet as quickly as possible so that she wouldn't be punished again for not moving fast enough. The movement was ill advised however as the effects of dehydration, pain, and moving too quickly made her dizzy. She only management a couple of quick steps forward to try and catch up before passing out and collapsing on the floor.

When she came to, it was with a start as her balance seemed off. She jumped, looking around wildly before realizing that she was being lowered into a full bathtub. With a scream, she jerked her eyes up to see the Joker hovering over her. He was going to drown her. Why couldn't he have just sliced her throat when she was passed out? He had obviously taken his time getting her to this room and running the water, how sick could one man be. He legs kicked frantically as she tried to climb out of the tub against his attempts to hold her slippery body in.

Eventually, with an annoyed growl, he grabbed her neck, pinning her so that her nose was just barely above the water, causing a generous amount to slosh back into her mouth. Without a word, his black eyes stare at her, waiting for her to calm down. It was then that Arella remembered him mentioning that she was going to take a bath and her legs stilled. In her disoriented state, she thought she was about to die, but it was just a bath. Her eyes drifted up to him, trying to show that she was calm.

Finally he let her go; allowing her to sit up in the tub, and cough out some of the water as her body shook. When she finally managed to breath normally again, she wrapped her arms around herself, looking around. The room that they were in looked like an industrial sized bathroom. At least eight old, mint green tubs lined the wall and she had been placed in the last one, furthest away from the door. Old leaves and twigs covered the black and white tiled floor and dirty, cream colored wooden walls rose high above her to a vaulted ceiling speckled with skylights, a couple of which were actually open and broken. Through them, she could see that it was in fact night as a hint of the moon peeked through. She finally figured that the building they were in was a hospital of sorts. An old one at that.

"Better?" He said with a sneer, walking off before she could answer to grab a surgical table filled with bath supplies and rolling it over to the tub with a hum. He had since taken off his Jacket, rolled up his sleeves, and removed his gloves, but was otherwise in the same attire. Her eyes drifted to the table, hoping that there was conditioner on there and something for her hair.

"Thank you." She muttered, unhappily before reaching over to the surgical table to grab the soap first.

"Ah-ta, ta." He slapped her hand away before reaching over and taking the loufa himself, sitting on the edge of the tub. "I'm going to enjoy this." He said as he dipped his hand in the water to wet the sponge.

'oh no.' She thought to herself, pulling away from the hand invading her bath. He grinned, giving her a knowing look before turning back to the cart, looking through the assortment of supplies that were clearly purchased by a man who had no clue what to get for the Joker. His hand hovered over the cart before grabbing a bottle of bottle wash, holding it up to his nose before being thrown behind him and reaching for the next one.

"No." Another one discarded. "No." A third one. The fourth one caused him to pause, taking a second sniff before giving a content hum. "White Necterine Pear." He read the name before looking at her. "Sound good to you?"

She barely nodded, knowing that he was only doing this to remind her of the control he had over her. What she did. What she wore-or didn't wear-, and now…what she smelled like. It disgusted her, but then again, so did he. "Sounds fine." She muttered, looking away from him as he poured nearly a third of the bottle onto the pouf, beginning to wash, starting with her chest of course.

She resisted the urge to role her eyes or recoil in disgust. Instead she just sat stiffly as he washed her in slow strokes, taking an agonizingly long time, after circling around to her chest for the third time, his hand began to descend further into the water and she couldn't sit passively any longer. She jumped, grabbing his arm near the elbow and holding tightly, causing him to pause. She whimpered when he turned his head to glare at her, desperately shaking her head back and forth.

To her surprise, instead of getting angry, he slowly smiled, forcing her arm further down despite her grasp while he kept his eyes on her the whole time, devouring the mixture of fear and desperateness on her face and daring her to try and stop him as she tried to clinch her legs shut. He was able to maneuver his hand between them anyway, rubbing her slowly with the pouf, still eying her closely.

Tear filled brown eyes finally clinched shut, unable to look at him anymore as she began to cry. She let go of his arm, gripping the sides of the tub instead. It wasn't helping anyway and being able to feel his muscles contract as he moved was driving her crazy. He seemed to enjoy this new, uninhibited access, taking his time to run the loufah down her thigh, lifting her leg out of the water, admiring it for a moment before tracing back to where her thighs met, allowing his bare hand to run across her folds before continuing to the second leg. He smirked to himself, mentally noting how little hair he had felt. After wiping the second leg, he pulled the pouf out of the water, looking back at her and waiting for her eyes to open.

The lack of contact unnerved her enough to do just that, he was looking at her expectantly, as if he was completely unaware of why she was behaving that way.

"Well you gonna stand up or what?"

She gave a shaky nod, readjusting her hands on the tub and pushing herself up as he lathered and began to wash her backside. It was hard for the Joker to hide his grin at this point. It was difficult to hide a little more than that…he was a man after all. But he did, crouching below the tub level as he watched the water falling off of her. He had other plans for them tonight and if he wasn't careful, he might get stuck here.

After what seemed like hours, he finally pulled away, bringing the loufah back up to her shoulder and squeezing the water down her back and grumbling at her to sit down as he grabbed the shampoo. He washed her hair much quicker than he had her body, deciding that his plan to torture her was backfiring and he was ready to get out of the bathroom. When he had finally applied and rinsed the conditioner, her threw her a towel, turning away from her with his arms crossed as he waited.

Arella took the towel shakily, grateful that he wasn't gawking at her for the time being. She felt violated, and terrified. If she couldn't even stop him from fondling her, she knew that there was no hope if he decided that he wanted more. She eyed him, wondering if he would turn as soon as she stood, but he didn't. Didn't turn at all until he heard the telltale sound of leaves crunching under her feet.

He scowled, looking down at her bare feet then looking at the glass on the ground from the skylights closer to the door. He could make her walk through it, that'd be fun to see, but it'd also ruin his plans for the rest of the night. He squinted before looking at her, standing completely still as she waited for him to move, her eyes still red from crying.

He gave a condescending smile, "Well you look sad." He started, taking a step towards her.

She didn't reply, wishing he would stop with the games and simply do whatever he planned to.

"Don't worry." He tilting his head to the syllabus, because you're gonna love what I have in store for us." With that he quickly leaned down, picking her up and throwing her over his shoulder as she squealed in protest. "I mean it. I've been planning this for days." He skipped excitedly, bouncing her over his shoulder.

After throwing her a simple pair of jeans and a black tee shirt, he allowed her to get dressed for the first time in days. He hadn't bothered to get her underclothes for whatever reason, but she wasn't about to complain. He had even given her a brush so that she could fix her wet her into side braid. The shoes that he threw her were a set of combat boots and finally, after sliding a blindfold over her face, he carried her to a waiting van, tossing her in the back as if she truly were a sack of potatoes. She really hated that she was rarely allowed to walk anywhere unless she was naked. It was truly demeaning but that was probably the point.

The Joker climbed into the back with her before yelling at the driver to go.

"Where are we going?" She questioned weakly, pushing herself up to a sitting position. Her body felt so weak from the lake of food and water. She wanted to ask him for something to drink at least. Perhaps he didn't realize how long she had been without it. One question at a time, though.

"Well we don't want to ruin the surprise, do we?" He patted her leg as the car pulled away, causing her to flinch. "Though I've gotta say. I'm not sure I like you in clothes." His hand moved further up her leg.

"Stop it!" She kicked him away, causing him to chuckle, leaning his face closer to her ear so that she could feel his warm breath on her neck.

"You are so cute when you're scared." He said in a low voice, though loud enough for the rest of the van to hear. "Sometimes I just can't help myself."

As he spoke, she felt his glove trace the hem of her shirt, angering her even more as she tried to make out her surroundings through the blindfold. "Don't touch me." She yelled at him, pushing him away once more.

He cackled, pulling away from her and settling back against the wall, remaining mostly quiet for the rest of the trip except to occasionally throw insults at the driver when his turns were too wide or he had to slam on the brakes. Finally the van stopped, and the Joker pulled off her blindfold roughly, grinning at her excitedly.

Her head whipped around wildly, trying to get a glimpse out of the window to figure out where she was. The Joker only sat back on his haunches, waiting for her to attempt to understand what was going on. She could see that they were in the parking lot of a brightly lit building. It took her a moment to read the sign before she looked at the Joker, confused.

"What are we doing at Barney's?" She questioned, her eyes narrowed.

"Surprise!" He laughed at her confusion, clapping his hands.

"I don't understand." She said, glancing at the two goons up front who were looking out the window, ignoring them.

"I said, if you were a good girl, I'd let you have clothes." He tilted his head as if rethinking his phrasing. "I'll admit, you haven't been the-ah-ray of sunshine I was hoping for, but we'll consider this a..."He sucked his scars. "Good faith offering."

Her mouth dropped as she glared at him, anger building inside her. "Ray of-…You kidn-"

"Ah." He warned her, placing a gloved hand over her mouth to stop her with a slight pout, "Don't make me change my mind, sweet cheeks."

She let out an angry huff as her hands fisted near her waist. He was infuriating.

"Now," He used his free hand to slide something free from his pocket, holding it up so that she could clearly see the huge wad of hundreds in his hand. "You have thirty minutes to go in there and get whatever it is you women think you need. If you aren't back here by then, I'm coming to get you." He searched her eyes, waiting for her to reply before getting impatient. "Nod if you understand."

She nodded quickly, ready to hop out of the van and never return.

"Good." He smiled, removing his hand and tossing the money in her lap. He pulled out a piece of fabric behind him, a scarf it seemed and began tying it around her bruised neck before dropping his voice to a dangerous low. "If you try to run or tell anyone who you are, I will find you." He sang the last part with a dangerous smile, tapping her nose.

Her body froze for a moment as she stare at him, taken aback as for a brief moment, she was absolutely positive that he had read her mind. He looked at her expectantly now as if waiting for her to do something. When she sat there, unmoving, he frowned.

"Go!"

The loudness of his voice brought her back from her stupor as she nodded dumbly, grabbing the cash and climbing out of the back of the van which was facing the store.

As soon as her feet hit the ground, she had considered running, but one glance behind her to the smirking man changed her mind. She had to at least get into the store, and then maybe she had a chance. She stumbled her way to the door, stuffing the money in her pocket before wrapping her arms around herself as she headed to the store. She wasn't sure how much money she had with her but it was definitely thousands, more than enough for her to fulfill her decade's old dream of being able to have an uninhibited shopping spree at the store. But under the conditions, she would rather be anywhere but here. She had to stop looking so pathetic, at least until she figured out a plan. If she were to alert anyone to her problem too soon to be able to do anything about it, all hope would be lost. A glance back to the van and it was if the Joker hadn't moved, still studying her as she walked. She quickly turned back around, picking up her steps to the store. It was mostly glass, unfortunately, so she was sure the Joker would be able to see right through it to whatever she was doing. She wouldn't put it past him to have binoculars in the van. As she got closer to the door, she put on a fake smile, as the door was held open for her.

"Good Evening Ma'am." He gave a comforting smile, allowing her to walk through.

"Hi. Thank you." She said softly. The smile was hard enough to pull off, she definitely wouldn't be able to manage a normal tone of voice. She glanced through the windows one more time before deciding that she would actually have to shop if she wanted to have enough time to think without the Joker barging in. Nervously, she made her way to the lingerie section, grabbing a few of the plainest pieces she could in her size before rushing over to the clothing section. She wasn't paying attention to the pieces that she was grabbing, mostly she was just going to each rack, grabbing a size 6 and moving on as she tried to think of an escape. The store was relatively crowded, so there was a good chance that she could somehow blend into the hoards of people and go completely unnoticed. There was also a back door, she remembered, but it opened up to an ally way. That didn't seem like a great idea and was guarded with an alarm. Maybe she could hide within the large store and then make a run for it when she got a chance but she was already picturing a number of flaws with that plan. In her mindless state, it didn't take more than 10 minutes before she had an armful of stuff, trying to figure out how she would carry it all so that she could finish.

One of the associated laughed as she walked over to her, a middle aged woman with beautiful brunette curls that hung over her shoulders in perfect ringlets "Ma'am. You don't need to carry all that around. We can hold it at the front until your done shopping, or start a fitting room if you want to try them on."

Arella panicked briefly. If the Joker saw her talking to this woman he would assume. It was probably already too late, with a sigh; she figured that she'd try her chances. Forcing a smile so that it would look more natural from the outside, she spoke through clenched teeth. "Look, you've got to help me. Call the police, the Jo-"

Before she could finish her sentence, a shot rang out behind her, sending her and all the other store patrons screaming to the floor, a couple of people scrambled behind the register while others still made a run for the back door. When she looked up, the lady she had just been talking to was already lying still in a pool of blood. A glance behind her and she saw a man who, just a second ago, had been just a random shopper was now standing with a gun in his hand and a phone to his ear.

"Shit." She squeaked out, about to scramble under the display racks before a voice stopped her in her tracks.

"Good evening, shoppers." It came with a humored tone, the nasally tone extra played up for the terrified people as she heard his footsteps head to the register while a number of other footsteps rushing throughout the store. It was almost deathly quiet in the store save for the sound of his singing before finally she heard the intercom switch on. She couldn't see him, but she was dreading the expression he had on his face.

"That's better." He said with a happy grin that she could almost hear spreading across his face as his voice spread throughout the store. "Now, I seemed to have lost something of mine somewhere in. this. Store. Has anyone seen a woman, about…yeigh high. Brown hair, brown eyes…Beautiful." He paused as if waiting for a reply, she could hear the sound of him sucking his cheeks over the speaker, it was disgusting. "No?" There was another long, uncomfortable pause. She knew that she should stand up lest she make her punishment even worse, but her body wouldn't move. She glanced at the man behind her holding a gun, wondering why he hadn't pointed her out before lowering her head again.

Another sound of lips smacking filled the store before a single gunshot ring out again, followed by screaming.

"Elllllla. Sweetheart…." He said calmly, another shot and the sound of crying. "Don't make me kill .people." After each of the last three words, more shots rang out. She could hear someone screaming in pain and it was finally too much, she let out a loud sob before crawling up to her feet. The Joker was perched on the countertop next to a cash register no less than thirty feet away with at least 3 dead bodies in front of him and a large gun in hand, smiling directly at her as if he'd known where she was the entire time. "Found her." He sang. Glancing around, she could see that there were at least 6 other men in clown masks surrounding the room. She whimpered in fear as the Joker tossed the microphone aside, hopping off of the desk as he moved towards her with slow, and methodical steps. His chin tilted down as he looked at her with pure murder in his eyes as his lips pursed together.

"I'm sorry." She whispered, backing up and holding her hands up defensively as he came close enough. Tears began rapidly filling her eyes as she tried to move away from him. "I didn't mean to. I'm sorry."

He only gave an evil smirk, waving the gun at her. "I am very disappointed in you." He said in a low, still musical voice. "You see what you made me do? And here I thought we were having fun."

She gasped at how carelessly he was waving the gun around. "I'm sorry, Joker." She repeated, unsure of what to say.

"Oh you will be." He growled, holding out his hand expectantly.

She reached into her pocket with much difficulty as she pulled out the wad of money and handing it too him. He was going to kill her, in front of all these people.

The money slid into his pocket without a second glance, gesturing for one of the goons behind him to pick up the huge pile of clothes that she had dropped onto the floor in her panic. He watched the man quickly gather everything and rush off before placing a hand on the back of her neck, gripping it tightly and causing her to cringe. "Ya done shopping, dear?" He said in a surprisingly light tone despite the crippling grip on her neck.

This scared her more than anything as she barely managed to get out a weak nod.

While baring his teeth, he let out a low growl. "Let's go home then, hmm?" He forced her to turn and walk ahead of him out the front door past two more armed clowns.

As soon as they made it through the front door, the rest of the other goons filed out as well. Two of them turned, chaining the handles of the door before rushing off. She tried to look back but the Joker yanked her forward forcing her into the van and climbing in after her, waving for the driver to go even before the door was closed. As the van squealed away, he glared down at her before pulling something else from his pocket, not removing his eyes from hers.

"No!" She screamed at him, instantly recognizing the detonator and scrambling to get to her knees to stop him before he hit the button. She was too slow, though, and before she could even get close he pressed it, grinning the entire time.

The blast shook the van, even at the 60 miles per hour they were already going. Here face fell as she scrambled to look out the back window, not believing that he had blown it up. He grabbed the back of her neck with a growl, slamming her down on her back with a giggle. "That was fun, wasn't it?"

She looked up at him in disbelief. It suddenly became painfully obvious that he had planned this, he knew that she would try to escape and he had already planted the explosives to blow the place up when she did. Those people were dead because of her, and the clothes the he had forced her to steal would forever remind her of that fact. He wasn't angry because his plan had gone off without a hitch, As she began to hyperventilate her eyes narrowed and her senses left her.

"You fucking piece of shit!" She yelled at him as she reached out, punching him hard in the nose with a scream, her other fist landing on his cheek as she continued to attack him. Angry and humiliated, she knew that he would nearly kill her for this but she didn't care. All that mattered was making him suffer as much as she could even if that was only a little. At the very least, she wanted her anger to match hers. To feel what she was feeling by any means necessary.

The Joker seemed honestly taken aback for a moment before coming to his senses quickly as her fists landed wherever they could. He grabbed one of her fists, slamming it hard against the metal wheel well. But she barely seemed to notice, only letting out a small shriek of pain before using her other hand, and beginning to kick him as well. With a deep throated growl, he climbed on top of her, hovering for a moment as his hands dug into her shoulders, forcing her body over onto its stomach before sitting on her back, removing her ability to hit or kick him. She continued to scream reaching behind her to claw at him, being able to catch skin a few times.

"Get the fuck off of me." She kicked hysterically. "Fucking psycho, fake, half-witted clown. I'm going to kill you." She growled. Not much of what she was saying mad sense, but she didn't care. He finally managed to get her arms behind her back, securing them together overly tightly with the same thin piece of cloth that had served as a blindfold earlier.

"I hate you!" She yelled at him again as her screams finally begin to descend into sobbing as she realized that she couldn't fight back anymore. Her kicking legs slowed to a still and she finally bang her head on the floor helplessly as she choked on her sobs. "I hate you."

"Here, let me help you." The Joker sneered before grabbing her head and banging it against the metal floor, knocking her out instantly.