(Author's Note: Sorry my chapters are entirely too short. That is just how I write and I am trying my hardest to break that habit. I know what I want to do with this story but I am just so excited to get there that I rush. All in all, if I am rushing this too much that its not even enjoyable, again don't hestitate to tell me. I would LOVE constructive criticism on my writing and how I can improve. However, this is not criticism, "Emily is a mary sue." Oh okay. Thanks. /

Thank you SO much for reading, reviewing etc. I really do appericate it! xoxo

OH, please watch the first Dark Knight tv spot.

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The Joker looks So hot when he speaks at :05...faints )

A burst of cold air hit Emilie like a brick wall. She could see nothing until someone hit the light switch illuminating the room. Her eyes quickly adjusted to the light allowing her to see a queen sized bed smack in the middle of the carpet-less room. No other furniture housed the room except for a nightstand near the head of the bed. A built in closet was near the entrance and that was it. Pile wood covered the only window in the room and was covered in more markings and sayings. The two men pushed her unto the sheetless bed roughly, leaving her alone in the locked room. Disgusted, she quickly got off the bed and looked around the small room again.

The floor was wooden and unpainted as was the high ceiling. His walls had painted black streaks and random holes in it. She turned toward the door and looked at it squinting her eyes. A newspaper article was pinned to the wall dead center by a rusty knife. Emilie cautiously walked towards it afraid someone might slam open the door.

"BATMAN DECLARED HERO" was the title of the newspaper dated two weeks ago. The Joker had written various sayings on it and drew faces over people. She checked to see if any other papers were held there but saw only the one. Emilie then turned around and her eyes caught the two-drawer nightstand again. The nightstand held a lamp with no shade and a couple of black markers. She walked closer, curious as to what was in the drawers. After about four steps, the door was slammed open. Emilie spun around to see the Joker, all smiles.

"Well, hellllooo!" He smirked. Emilie crossed her arms over her chest and stared him down. He locked his bedroom door without looking behind him and clapped his gloved hands together when finished.

"Funny how fate works." He advanced towards her; his shoulders a little slumped as he walked. With each step closer, he became more menacing. Emilie stayed put as he gently tucked her hair behind her left ear. His fingers then traced her jaw bone stopping at her earring. He gently pulled at the dangling piece of metal from her ear, and let go once he saw it was not a diamond. Emilie flinched a bit as he pulled on the earring, causing him to smile.

"You won't be scared of me forever."

Emilie backed into a wall, not wanting him near her. "What do you mean?" She whispered, afraid of even her own voice. He licked his lips and came between inches of her, putting his hands gently on top of her shoulders. All she could smell was smoke as he stood near her. She could not seem to concentrate on anything else until he spoke again.

"The World will soon have bigger problems to worry about, not just me." He looked at her but his eyes seemed to be searching hers. He no longer smiled and that caused Emilie to avert her eyes away from his as he whispered. "Just wait and see."

Emilie was not understanding what exactly he was getting at but she did not like it. Suddenly, His hands cupped her face, gently forcing her to look at him.

"The World will feel pain, Emilie." His spoke quietly but his voice was still stern. Emilie stood still as he leaned in close enough to kiss her. She did not move or even breathe. Her eyes seemed to close by themselves as she felt his lips brush slightly against hers. Before anything could happen, The Joker snapped his head back.

Emilie opened her eyes once she realized he was not going to kiss her. She let air fill her lungs again as she watched him let go of her. He adjusted his green vest and his shirtsleeves while looking at the floor. Emilie then saw him reach in his pant's pocket for something. Thoughts of him shooting her or cutting her with a knife sped quickly through her mind. She watched him as he held her cell phone in his purple-gloved hand. Emilie's throat tightened. All she could think about was how quickly the Joker killed that man in front of her eyes eariler.

"I wonder why this keeps vibrating." The Joker said, not amused. He looked up at Emilie obviously furious. Her heart sped up again and she knew she had nowhere to run. "I thought the person calling would not call anymore when I told him you were busy." Emilie could not think about anything but her parents. The last time she spoke to her Dad, she could have easily told him where she was and what happened.

The sound of her phone slamming on to the ground caused Emilie to snap back. The Joker took the phone from the ground and examined it. He reached into his back pant's pocket and pulled out a lighter. He held the phone in the air and causally lit the lighter right next to it. Emilie watched eyes wide, as he lit her phone on fire. He then threw it on the floor and stomped on it until the flame was extinguished. Emilie bit her lip, holding back tears.

"My rules for you are as follows; obey me and only me."

Emilie starred at her cell phone thinking of her parents, who were desperately trying to get in contact with her. The Joker caught sight of her looking at her phone and gave it one last hard stomp. Her eyes let loose tears as she watched him. She could not meet his eyes not matter how long he stood there.

"And no contact with the outside world."