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The Jokes On You	By : Nghtcrwlr Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 9575 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
Disclaimer: I do not own the Batman series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Three months after the alleged bank robbery and nearly loosing her job, Tabatha sat in her small one room apartment. Her laptop on the bed in front of her and the TV on.

She clicked the mouse several times as she brought up articles about the man so nicknamed 'The Joker'. She had become enthralled in that man.

All she did in her free time was look for anything new about him. Her friends had ceased calling her about two months before and not even her co-workers would speak to her. The up part of that was her boss stayed away, knowing about her unnatural obsession with the man that shoved a knife in his mouth would make him piss himself if she looked at him the wrong way.

With out looking up she grabbed the TV controller and shut the machine off as a loud mouthed man came onto the screen trying to sell one of his various products, he was such a con artist.

Setting the controller back down her phone vibrated against the wooden nightstand. She looked to it slowly and pulled it up to her ear.

"Hey."

"Oh my god your still awake? Must be my lucky day." Her sister's voice chimed from the other side.

"What do you want?"

"Are you ok?"

"Yes."

"You sure?"

"Meri...."

"Ok ok...Patrick is going out for the night and I really really don't want to be alone..."

She sighed softly and shut the laptop as she stood up. Moving into her closet she grabbed her trench coat. "You’re going to have to get other that phobia someday..."

"C'mon please?"

"Yeah fine, I'm on my way."

"Thanks so much sis! And be careful walking all alone in those alleys."

"Mmhmm." She hung up the phone looking disappointed that her daily researching was not going to be productive. Running her brush through her hair quickly and reapplying her make up she grabbed up her phone and keys then left the apartment.

As she walked down the streets they seemed particularly eerie this evening. She had walked them many times before and they had never had an effect on her until now. To get to her sister’s apartment complex she would have to pass by the Gotham Armoury.

As she approached it she noticed a black van parked out side it. She blinked and ignored it as she kept walking.

As she walked past the man three men jumped the fence from inside the armoury property laughing. They landed, one front of her, two behind. The other two ran towards the van but one of the paused.

"Hey boys... what have we here?"

She screamed when they suddenly appeared. Moving backwards quickly she dug into her pocket, pulling out her mace. Thought two of them seemed uninterested there was one that stayed. Pointing the small black tube at him she tried to catch her breath. "Go away."

The man laughed and grabbed her arm pushing the mace away from his face. "Hello little girl!"

She cringed then shot him a look that could kill. "Let go of me!!" She screamed and tried to ram her knee into his crotch.

The man dodged her knee and laughed.

"Come on the boss is waiting! Stop playing around!"

"Aw can't we play with her?" The man holding her asked.

She struggled against his grasp and looked around quickly. "HELP!!"

"She's making too much noise!" One of the men said.

The other groaned. "Just bring her with us!"

She scratched at his arm and continued to struggle, trying to kick the other man. "HELP SOMEBODY!!"

Unfortunately for her there was no one on the street to hear her as the man pulled her along and threw her into the back of the van.

She hit the cold metal of the van and pulled herself up to her knees quickly, staring at the men as they entered and shut the van doors. "...shit..."

Tabatha lay on the floor of the van for what seemed hours wondering where her captors where going to take her. And for some unknown reason, the only thing she could think about was how she would never get to finish her research.

She didn't moved much as the van rumbled along to where ever it was going. She didn't want to bring her captors attention on her, but she could feel at least one's eyes upon her. Slowly she looked up over her shoulder to them, seeing as one was watching her, she quickly put her head back down.

The one watching her, the one sitting in the back with her, moved towards her a smirk on his face. He was an ugly short man was a grungy looking goatee.

"Wanna play darling?"

"Come closer and I'll show you." She grumbled as she stared at the van wall.

The man laughed. "Well.... you're just a kinky little bitch aren't you?" He laughed as he moved to her rubbing his crotch through his pants.

She moved onto her back and stared up at him for a moment. 'Just a bit closer tubby.' She thought and when he was right where she wanted him... she rammed her heel up into his crotch.

The man cried out in pain and fell onto the side. His two buddies in the front seat started laughing as the realized what had happened.

"Oh I'm going to enjoy breaking you!" He said as he slowly recovered from the kick.

"Back off Ricochet. We're here." The driver said as he stopped the van. "Blind fold her and take her in."

She kicked him again after he spoke then flopped onto her stomach. "Bastards!"

She was quickly blindfolded and drug into a building.

She moved along slowly, having to be drug a few times, since she couldn't see where she was going. 'Well...you got yourself out of this the first time...you can do it again.' She thought as she remembered a bit of a fuzzy side of her teenage years.

"Well well well... what have we here?" Came a familiar voice.

She froze as images of the man called The Joker flashed into her mind. 'What?' She thought as she turned her head from side to side.

"What... have you boys brought home?" He moved down the stairs towards the three men and the tied up woman.

"Just a little thing I brought home to play with. Hope you don't mind."

"For you to play with?" Joker asked. He moved towards her and took her jaw in his hand looking at her face. He removed the blindfold and looked into her eyes. "Tell me.... " He said as he pulled out his knife. He put it to her lips almost as if caressing her with the blade. "Do I frighten you?"

She stared back up at him as the knife pressed against her lips. She swallowed slowly and stayed silent, turning her head away in lack of interest.

Joker licked his lips as he watched her reaction. "I'll take that as a no." He said. "Why?" He asked pressing the blade in slightly. Not enough to cut her but enough to hurt just a little.

She twitched slightly then bit onto the blade, turning her eyes back at him. "'ause I'e bhn 'ere 'efore."

Joker paused and licked his lips again. He pulled the blade away from his mouth. "Say again?"

"I’ve been here...the small whimpering girl tied up with ropes with the big bad ass kidnapper and his tiny little hunting knife, trying to make me squeal because it gives him some sort of satisfaction." She replied slowly as she moved closer to him as much as the men holding her would allow. "So...no...." She moved back to where she was. "I'm not scared of you."

The Joker laughed. "I like this one...." He said. "Take her to my room."

"But I-" The man that dragged her in was cut short as a bullet embedded itself in his head. The Joker stood holding the gun with the silencer still where he had aimed at his head and looked around.

"Anyone else care to argue?"

She jolted as the man behind her fell flat on his back. She looked down and back slowly, staring at his corpse before looking back. He was there...close enough to touch...not plastered over a plasma screen.

She bit her lip slowly as she jerked her head so her hair slid back over her shoulders. 'Still haven't figured my way out of this one...But I don't really care...'

Joker noticed her reaction. "No scream?" He asked. "No.... reaction...." He looked to the man holding her.

"Take her to my room." He said. "We'll see if we can... remedy that...." He laughed almost psychotically.

She voice rang out through her ears as she was pushed up the stairs. Her phone was vibrating in her pocket, most likely her sister calling her in a frantic hysteria because she hadn't shown up. Hell maybe the break in at the Armoury was on the news by now as well.

Once she was pushed into his room she was set free and the door slammed shut. Rubbing her wrists she stared around slowly. It was bleak. Nothing more then a table with a single book lying on it, a chair, what remained of a dresser, and a large bed with a metal headboard.

To describe it better, it reminded her of a dungeon. Crossing the room she stood by the bed. "Do you really feel like a prisoner?" She said out loud as she scanned over the room. "So much that you have to make yourself a prison so no one will see your true self?"

Joker laughed. "That is a good... what do you call it... oh I can't think of the word... comparison... but no...." He said. "This.... this is my current... accommodations. It's what we have. I do not have a set place where I live. I stay where I feel like it. I am quite the opposite of a prisoner. I am a free man." He said. "Free from.... societies rules.... free from.... free from everything."

She looked to him slowly. "A free man would hire a decorator." She countered as she ran her fingers along the dusty sheets.

"Mmm yes but then I'd have to kill him after... not that I care it's just... a waste of my time."

"So..." She turned to him again and crossed her arms. "You going to let me go now or what?" She asked as she tapped her heel against the floor. "Someone was expecting me before your loonies snatched me up."

Joker walked towards her. "Let you go?" He asked. "Now why would I want to do a thing like that?" He asked walking around her looking her up and down.

"...excuse me." She reached around and grabbed the front of his jacket. "If you’re going to stare at my ass then do it more discreetly." She said in a cold tone. Though her eyes deceived her, she was enjoying being in his company and didn't have any desire to leave.

"You know... I know when someone is lying." He said. "I can.... see it in their eyes." He pulled her hands from his jacket and moved behind her. "So.... if you aren't afraid of me... then what are you?" He whispered into her ear as he put his hands on her shoulders gently.

She shuddered slightly at his touch as she looked around the room again. Her phone rung again in her pocket as she contemplated her thoughts. "Obsessed..."

Joker laughed. "Now that... that I believe." He pulled her phone out of her pocket and looked at the call display.

"Meri... who is Meri?" He asked.

"None..."She turned to face him, staring up. "Of your business." She replied and reached for her phone.

He pulled it out of her reach and pressed the talk button.

"Good evening.... Me-ri."

Stop that!" She whispered and jumped for the phone again.

"W-what? Who is this? Where's my sister!?"

"I'm sorry Meri... your uh... sister was it... can't come to the phone right now." He said twisting so the phone was out of her reach.

She sighed as she lowered her hand, standing back from him and stared.

"Who are you!? What are you doing to her!? I'm going to call the police!!"

"Oh you do that." He said. "It makes things much more interesting." He laughed. "I just have one question for you." He paused a moment. "Is your sister a good screamer?"

'W-what!? If you hurt her I swear!!" She scoffed suddenly. "Who the hell is this!?'

Tabatha caste him a dark look after his remarked and moved to grab the phone again.

"Don't recognize my voice huh?" He asked. "Don't watch the news much do you. What is it they call me?" He paused and pretended to think. "Oh yeah... The Joker."

There was a long silence on the other side of the phone. "...I want to talk to my sister now!"

"Mmmmmmm no." He said simply. "She's going to be a little... preoccupied for the next little while."

He was trying to intimidate her she could tell. She narrowed her eyes as she jumped for the phone again.

"What!? Don’t you dare hurt her!! Once I find you you'll wish Batman had killed you sooner!!"

Joker honestly laughed. "The batman?" He asked. "The Batman.... can't touch me." He said. "And even if he did." He moved behind Tabatha and grabbed her around the waist. "He wouldn't kill me." He licked up the side of her neck. "You know why?"

She made a faint sound as she felt his tongue run up her neck. Then she began to trembles as he tightened his grip on her. Whether in pleasure or anxiety she could tell.

"....why?"

"Because this is what happens... when an unstoppable force.... meets an immovable object." He laughed. "Say good-bye to your sister." He said putting the phone to Tabatha's ear but not letting her take it.

'Tabby!?'

"I'm here...and I'm fine...he thinks he's funny but he's not...he won't hurt me so don't worry."

'You don't know him! Hold on I'm calling the police they can track where you are.'

"Don't bother... he's not that stupid...just trust me for once..."

'...He’s telling you what to say isn't he?'

"No..."

'Oh my god...what has he done to you?'

"...bye sis..."

'Tabatha no stay with me!'

Joker laughed as he hung up the phone. "You know you're a real piece of work." He said. "I like you."

"You don't know the half of it." She replied in a low tone as she stared towards the window. "What are you going to do with me?"

"I'm going to give you a choice. Though I'll tell you right now the choice isn't going to effect the outcome."

"What's the outcome?" She asked in a bored tone as she tried to remove his arm from her waist.

He ran his tongue up her neck again to her ear tracing the lobe. "Take a wild guess."

She twitched and leaned to the side, giving him a look to stop. "I think I can tell...let go."

"No..." He said. "See now here's your choices. You can either.... take your clothes off..... or I can force them off you."

She sighed softly and giggled. "I like it rough." She replied calmly. Remembering when she fought against her first abductor. It was hard to think about and she'd rather not go through that kind of pain again. "But not to rough."

He ran his knife along the front of her shirt slicing the material.

"Then I suggest you take it off because I'm running out of patience."

She moved slowly, pushing the ripped material off her shoulders. The shirt and her coat fell to the floor as she reached down and unbuttoned her jeans. After she unzipped them she knelt down and unzipped her boots, after the were removed she slipped her jeans down and kicked them to the side.

"Are you a virgin?" He asked. "No, you're not a virgin." He said answering his own question. He ran his hands lightly over her body, his knife still in one hand. "Does this frighten you? Or excite you?"

She watched his hand suspiciously and kept still. "I don't feel anything..." She replied calmly and sat on the bed.

Joker narrowed his eyes on her. He unbuttoned his own pants and cut her panties and bra the material falling to the ground. He pushed her down onto her knees.

She twitched and took a sharp breath as two small cuts appeared on her chest and lower stomach. Cringing she stared at the floor and covered herself with her arms. "What are you doing?"

"Hmmm.... Like your attitude." He said. "Not to bright though." He smirked as he pulled his cock from his purple pants.

She looked up slowly and blinked. "...I'm not putting it in my mouth..." She grumbled and turned her head away. "Make it hard yourself."

"Open you're mouth." He said warningly. "Or I'll open it for you."

She glared up at him and kept her mouth firmly shut.

He gripped onto her nose tightly cutting off her air.

She shut her eyes tightly as her chest began to constrict. Making a low whimper inside her throat she only lasted about 30 seconds before opening her mouth and gasping for air.

Joker quickly pushed his flaccid cock into her mouth still holding her nose so that she couldn't breath through it. "Are you going to cooperate now?"

She felt him slid into her mouth as her chest constricted again. Opening her eyes she nodded quickly up to him and grabbed his wrists with one of her hands.

He let go of her nose. "Good."

She let him go as she breath deeply though her nose. She stared around slowly unsure of what to do as she started to lick the slit of his cock inside her mouth.

Joker watched her, his cock growing harder and harder as she sucked on him.

Reaching up slowly she gripped his base, rubbing it slowly as she bobbed her head lightly back and forth. She felt him growing harder inside her mouth, she had to open it more for him to fit with out her biting him. Reaching up quickly she tugged the bottom of his shirt a few times.

He slapped her hands away dramatically and unbuttoned his vest. It landed on the floor quickly followed by his shirt.

She made a disapproving sound and pulled away, letting his cock flop out of her mouth as she rubbed her hand. "That hurt." She growled up at him. He had a nice body, surprisingly, being slapped was quickly forgotten as she admired him intently.

"Thought you liked it rough." He laughed. "Guess you won't be able to handle me. Maybe I should just..... get rid of you." He said sliding his knife lightly down her jaw to her neck.

She took a deep breath as she pulled his pants down off his hips. "Just because I say it hurts doesn't mean I don't like it..."

Joker smiled. "That's more like it." He said laughing.

She took him up into her hand again, pumping his cock slowly, as she licked his soft sack underneath.

He smiled moving his feet further apart and bending his knees giver her better access.

She was like a doll...a pale empty...broken doll. With neither conscience nor dignity. She licked up his shaft again as she adapted quickly to what he wanted from her. Slipped him back into her mouth she allowed him to slid as far in as he pleased as she continued to pump the base of his cock.

He pulled out of her mouth.

"Stand up."

She stood up slowly, standing close to him as she rested her hands lightly on his chest. Would be a waste if she didn't get to feel his gorgeous muscles. She expected him to slap her hands away again, but just the brief moment of the touch was enough for her.

He took her wrists in his hands and placed them fully on his chest. He tilted his head and moved as if smelling her.

She ran her hands up his chest to the naps of his neck, massaging them slowly. He was hunched over slightly and his body was very tense. She looked up at him slowly as he towered over her. Then she stepped forward, pressing her self lightly against him as she shivered in the chill of the room.

Joker smiled. "What do you want Tabi?" He asked softly running his hands down her arms.

"...to be warm..."

He ran his tongue along her jaw to her ear. "Is that all you want?" He whispered.

She shuddered as he licked her jaw line. She wrapped her arms around him slowly. The warmth of his body almost made her feel less empty then she had always felt her entire life.

He pushed her away from him making her land on the bed. He towered over her glaring down at her with his near black eyes.

She hit the sheets with a slightly startled sound, sitting up slowly she stared back into his cold eyes. She wouldn't ask him of anything, he would most likely to the opposite because it would make him feel powerful. Hearing a few footsteps outside to door she wondered if one of his men was trying to hear something.

Joker paused and licked his lips turning towards the door.

There were shadows moving around down by the crack of the door, reaching over she grabbed the edge of the blanket and pulled it over her shivering from as she watched the green haired man closely.

Joker looked back to her and pulled the blanket from her. He moved towards the door.

She made a small grunt and glared at him as she covered herself with a pillow instead.

"Put that down." He said. "I wanna see you."

"I don't want them seeing me."

Joker opened the door a crack. "What?!" He said angrily.

He jumped back slightly and then smirked. "Dose she squeal? Everyone wants to know when they'll get their turn."

Pig... Tabatha thought and held the pillow tighter.

"I'll tell you what." He said. "Can you give a message to the boys for me?"

"Uhh...sure..." He trailed off as he leaned to try to see into the room.

He pulled a gun out of seemingly nowhere and shot the man in the head.

"Kill anymore and you wont have a mob left..." She said to him and set the pillow back in its place.

"See that's the thing about mob members. They're so expendable." He said going back towards her. "Besides. I don't NEED them. They're just..... convenient."

"Rather not get your hands dirty?" She asked and brushed her hand through her hair as she leaned back again. "Some might call that cowardice."

"Others would call it intelligence." He shot back.

"I call it a God..." She countered.

Joker jumped on top of her straddling her, pinning her beneath him. "A God?" He asked. "God is a false illusion that man created to scare themselves. I...... I am a true fear! Not an illusion."

She stared up at him, twisting a bit uncomfortably. "Not doing your job well then, I say..." She mumbled.

He leaned towards her and ran his hand down her cheek down her neck. He gently gripped her throat. "How long do you think you would last.... if I cut off your air way." He asked squeezing slightly. "How long before you're face is blue. Till you pass out.... till you die?"

She grabbed his wrists tightly with both hands, whimpering loudly as she squeezed her neck. She started to struggle under him as she tried to pry his hand free.

"Do you know.... how tight a woman gets when she dies. It's such a wonderful feeling." He said squeezing her throat harder. "Does this frighten you?" He asked. "The thought of death so close at hand."

She gasped for air as her chest constricted slowly, tears fall from her eyes. "p-ple--plea" She lost her voice as she felt dizzy and ultimately unconscious.

Joker let her go and smacked her face. "Wake up!" He said angrily.

Her head snapped to the side as she took a sharp breath and opened her eyes slowly.

"Good morning sunshine!" He said a little to chipper. "Are you ready for some fun?" He asked laughing.

She looked at him slowly, quivering. She asked for that, it was her fault and she shouldn't have taunted him. Staying silent she reached up, resting her hands on the naps of his neck and nodded.

"Tsk tsk tsk...." He shook his head. "You know what I want?"

"...what?" She said in a small scratchy voice as she let her arms fall from his neck to rest on her stomach. She regretted asking already and he hadn't even answered yet.

He rubbed his cock against her making her moan. "I want you to beg for me." He said. "I want you to tell me how badly you want me."

The feel of his cock against her send odd sensations up her body. He could tell it had been a long time since she had been with a man, he could sense her growing wet already. "I want you..." She said through deep breaths as she moved her hips so she rubbed against him. "I want you badly..."

"How bad?" He asked pulling away from her slightly.

She made a disapproving sound. "...please...? I'll be a good girl..." She begged in a soft tone.

He leaned forwards. "Now that won't do at all." He said licking her ear. "Good girls are never any fun."

"W-what do you want me to do then?" She asked in a trembling voice as she stared up into those dark orbs of his, the black around his eyes only added to their intimidating nature.

"I want you to beg for me." He said. "Tell me how much you want me.... No.... how much you need me!"

She lifted a brow slowly before sighing. "I want you... I need you...oh baby, oh baby..." She replied mockingly.

Joker glared down at her. "Fine..." He said. He rubbed his cock against her one last time before standing up and grabbing his shirt of the floor.

She watched him and sat up again. Staying silent as she pulled her legs up and covered her breasts with her arms.

He pulled on his shirt tucking it into his pants, buttoned up his pants and grabbed his vest.

She didn't speak as she looked away from him. "You’re just going to leave?"

"You're not doing as I want." Joker said putting on his vest. "Why would I want to stay?"

"That's what you get." She countered and flopped onto her side. "I'm not good at begging...so in a way I saved you some trouble."

Joker rolled his eyes. "I have work to do anyway." He said picking up his jacket. "But don't you worry. I will make you beg." He said.

She blinked slowly then turned her back to him. "Nice try."

Joker smirked. "That wasn't an attempt to scare you." He said. "That was a promise. And I always keep my promises." He said slipping on his jacket and moving out the room. He closed the door behind it and there was a soft click from the other side.

She moved up quickly her feet thumping on the floor. She pulled up her jeans and slipped them on, followed by her coat. The rest of her clothing was ruined unless she could magic up a needle and thread.

Buttoning the last button she started to quiver violently. Her knees buckled and she hit the floor with a soft thump. Looking her hands slowly she realized just how scared she actually was. Tears fell down her cheeks as she hugged herself tightly.

'What is he going to do to me?' She thought.

She swallowed as she pulled herself to her feet and approached the book on the table. She stood staring at for a moment before snatching it up and opened it. It was blank, every single page just a yellow worm eaten sliver of a tree. She threw it down again as she wiped her tears away. "Ok...think think think..." She looked around slowly.

She looked down and saw an expensive looking pen lying on the floor behind the leg of the table. She picked it up and looked at it clicking it open and then shut again. She put it back on the table and moved to the door. She tried to open it and found it locked.

Sighing in frustration she swivelled around and smacked her back against the door. Sliding down to a sitting position. She gripped her hair tightly as she rested her forehead on her knees. She stayed there for hours until it grew dim in the room. Looking up she could barely see.

Standing she moved to the opposite of where the door would swing open. Leaning against the wall she looked up at the ceiling as she waited to hear some sort of presence inside the building with her.

She sat there for hours. Hours turned into days. She was laid on the ground holding her stomach in pain. She was so hungry. There was the sound of footsteps outside the door and the door clicked open.

"Hi." He said smiling. He held a plate of food in his hand as he shut the door behind him.

She didn't speak as he entered the room. She merely watched him from the floor, her complexion pale and dark sickly circles under her eyes, to be honest she could barely see him. Her body was to weak to move as she watched him set the plate on the table. 'Wonder what I'll have to do to get one bite...'

Joker smirked. "Hungry?" He asked. He picked up a grape from the plate and held it in front of her face.

She reached her arm up with what strength she had left, reaching slowly for the small piece of fruit.

He paused before quickly putting the piece of fruit in his mouth. He picked up the plate and sat cross-legged on the floor in front of her the plate on his lap.

Her arm dropped back to the floor, bouncing lightly off it, then came to a rest. She watched him for another moment while moving onto her stomach.

Pushing her self up her arms shook as she folded one of her knees under herself. Once that was done she crawled forward to him. Once she was close enough she dropped her head forward taking one of the grapes between her teeth and tugging it free from the stem. She moved into a sitting position as she chewed it silently then swallowed.

Joker sat back leaning on his arms. "Miss me?" He asked.

she leaned down again, pulling another grape free from the stem. After she had chewed and swallowed it, she nodded slightly to answer his question.

He picked up the plate and put it on the ground. He grabbed onto her face and forced her to look at him.

"Really?" He asked. "Did you really miss me?"

"...yes...I'm scared of the dark..." She said in a scratchy and dry voice as she stared back up at him.

"So you didn't miss 'me'." He said. "You just missed company." He said.

"...what do you want from me?" She tilted slightly to the side as she looked down to the floor again.

"I want to see who you really are." He said pushing the plate of food to her.

She reached for another grape as she thought about what he said. "What do you want to know?" She put the grape into her mouth and looked up to him.

Joker laughed. "What do I.... What do I want to know?" He asked. "You mean ask you?" Joker laughed harder. "No.... no......." He looked at her and smirked. "People don't show their true colours by having it asked. No...." He picked up a cracker off the plate and ate it. "No..... As a wise man once said..... actions speak louder than words."

She blinked slowly. He was one big rubix cube. No matter how many times she turned him around the colours still never matched. She sighed softly as she picked up a cherry. "Do you like these?

He sneered at the fruit. "No." He said.

"Well." She pushed it into her mouth and chewed it, spitting out the seed into her hand. "I love them."

Still sneering he licked his lips as if trying to imagine the taste of it on his mouth and disliked it.

"But this..." She poked a slice of pear. "This I hate with a passion." She took up a cracker bit off the corner of it.

Joker watched her eat in silence.

She finished the cracker, feeling a bit stronger now. "So...what do you want me to do?" She asked as she rubbed her sore neck.

"I want you...." He paused pulling the knife out of his pocket. "To kill someone."

She fell silent as she stared at the knife with a frown. "....kill someone?" She repeated as she rested her hand on her leg.

He leaned forwards slightly looking at her from the corner of his eye. "I'm sorry is there an echo?"

"...and if I refuse?"

He looked at her his head tilted slightly back as if looking down his nose at her. "Guess." He said playing with the knife in his hand.

"You'll kill me?" She said in a lower tone, watching him turn the knife about in his fingers.

"No.... no.... I wouldn't kill you." He said. "No..... I'll let your imagination run loose on that one. I think a better question is.... what will happen if you do."

"I'd rather not think about that..." She said quickly, the thought of living with herself as a murderer was a bit irking, but the darker part of her craved for it. The world had been cruel and it's people even crueller. Deep down she wanted her revenge.

"It can be anyone you want." He said. "Anyone you despise.... anyone who has wronged you." He said. "Do you know who my first kill was?"

There was someone she wanted dead more then the rest of the world. He used to be her teacher, before he took it upon himself to take her prisoner for three days. "Who?" She asked as she began to imagine his death by her hand.

"His name was Mark Peterson." He said. "He was a cop. He came up to me..." He said taking the knife in his hand. "With a knife.... I was maybe.... nine..... no..... ten years old. He took the knife and put it to my neck. I was terrified. He asked me..... why so serious?" He paused as he grabbed her and put the knife to her neck. "My mother.... she came in the room and saw what was happening. She hit him. Knocked him away from me. They fought...... he won." He said. "He killed my mother."

She tilted her head upward as he pressed the knife to her neck. She moved her arm to the side quickly to stop herself from toppling over. "Your father?" She asked with an intrigued tone.

Joker laughed. He laughed for many moments. "No.... no this man..... this man was far beneath my father." He said. "No..... he was my mothers current boyfriend." He said. "He didn't like me talking so much. I bothered him. So when he was fighting with my mom I pulled a knife from the drawer. When he turned towards me I stabbed him. He stared at me with complete disbelief in his eyes. He asked me 'why?' You know what I said?"

She reached up, gripping his wrists softly. The knife was making her a bit nervous now. "What?"

"Because I can." He said. "I didn't care that he killed my mother. And I have never feared death." He moved the knife down slightly so it was over her jugular. "Do you fear death Mrs. Bannerman?"

"Miss...Bannerman..." She corrected him and looked down to the knife again. "I don't know..."

"Really? Lets find out." He twitched the knife in a quick motion as if to cut her throat.

She jumped and pushed him back and fell backwards herself. She took sharp breaths and gripped her neck quickly. She wasn't wounded thankfully.

Joker laughed a second before recovering suddenly and jumping on top of her. The knife held hard against her throat. "Looks like someone does fear death."

"Stop it!" she protested and weakly slapped him, his makeup smearing slightly.

He barely flinched from the hit as he pinned her completely beneath him. "I'm running out of patience Miss. Bannerman."

"What so you want?" She started to cry and gripped his sleeves tightly.

"You don't listen so well do you?" He asked. "I told you.... I want you to kill someone." He said. "Think of it as a test."

"...f-fine...I'll do it..." She whimpered.

"Good." He said smiling. He got off her and left the room locking her by herself again.
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