(Author's Note: I am sick of all this waiting for the 'Dark Knight'. I am dyingggg to see it ! Reading and writing Batman fanfiction can help me calm down quite a bit though ;

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Emilie just looked at him quizzically. Her mouth could not move. She just wanted to wake up from this bad dream. She felt trapped in a dream where you are aware you are dreaming but cannot wake up. She blinked her eyes but she was still in front of the Joker. Looking down at her destroyed cell phone, Emilie sighed. She then realized she had to have the courage to speak up and not just let him take control.

The Joker came closer to her saying, "What I do is none of your concern." Emilie retorted with, "If its involving me, then I have every right to know."

They both became silent. Emilie starred straight into his eyes as he suddenly slapped her. Emilie bit her lip, keeping silent still. She turned her head towards his again and watched as he smiled cruelly in her direction.

"Now," he cleared his throat, " I suggest you stay quiet until I say you may speak." Emilie could not believe this was happening. How could her day go from amazing to horrible in a matter of hours? Her and her friends were done with their first year of college and they were all going to go to the beach. Unfortunately, she was kidnapped by Gotham's most dangerous criminal. Not only was the Joker dangerous but he was also incredibly intelligent. He had never been caught. Escaping would be the most difficult thing she might ever experience.

Now that she did not have a working cell phone, her chances of being found were slim to none. She deserved that slap for being such an idiot. She could have easily told her Father where she was or even called 911. She looked cowardly at the floor, embarrassed of being weak. She also had some self-esteem issues when she was young. The Joker may have won this time but she would not let him take advantage of her for long. "Now, I'm gonna give you two options." He licked his lips a couple times. "Either you sleep with me in here or you may sleep next to my deceased friend in the other room."

Emilie's stomach turned as soon as she thought of the man she witnessed being murdered. As much as she was frightened by the Joker, she could not handle being next to a corpse. She already knew she was going to have plenty of nightmares for months to come because of it.

Reluctantly Emilie responded timidly, "With you." She spoke so quietly the Joker did not hear.

"What was that?" he asked raising an eyebrow.

"Anywhere but near that dead body." Emilie looked up again.

"I'm so happy you are starting to see things my way." He smiled, revealing slightly yellowed teeth.

Emilie stood alone in the Joker's room. Nervously, she had her arms crossed holding her elbows. She had been left alone while he 'fixed some unfinished business' with his thugs. She slowly sat down on the edge of his bed. Being alone for only fifteen minutes felt like hours for Emilie. She put her hands on the edge of the mattress and leaned forward, sighing. Her feet barely touched the floor, being only five foot two inches. She took one last look around the room and decided to just check the pile wood covered window. She examined it but there was no escaping through it. She had no tools or anything she could use to get through. She thought about using the lamp but it would make too much effort and noise. She then opened his walk-in closet and saw two pairs of old brown loafers on the floor and a couple of dress shirts all shades of purple hung up. In one corner was a pile of pants and other articles of clothing she'd rather not sift through. She looked up and saw one shelf holding two cardboard boxes. They were too high for Emilie to reach unfortunately. No longer interested in the closet she went to close the door but as she did the knob fell off. Emilie tried to shove it back in but decided to just let it lay in his closet.

Her heart's pace increased again. Everything was making her nervous. She paced the room unsure of what to do. Eventually, she could not walk anymore. Her nerves were getting to her. She sat on the edge of his bed again, just as he entered. He gave a comic bow then looked up directly at Emilie, grinning.

Her breathing increased again, making her mind spin. She watched as he locked the door behind him, making her more petrified by the second. She sat straight up trying to look brave however; her hands gripping the mattress gave her away.

The Joker bent down, his face near the side of her exposed neck. The whites of her knuckles began showing, as he got closer. He planted a soft kiss on her neck, slowly. His face stayed near her neck as one of his hands traced her collarbone while the other was placed alongside Emilie. His hand began to slide down and went over her breast. Emilie immediately stiffened, eyes wide and alert.

His hand then went over her stomach leading his fingers to play with the belt on her shorts. He could hear her breathing as he undid her belt. At this, Emilie backed away on the bed fearing what the events might lead to. "No..." she mouthed. She sat on the middle of the bed, goose bumps all over her slightly tanned skin. The Joker titled his head then smiled playfully at Emilie. He reached out and pulled her by the wrist, yanking her roughly towards him.

"Please let me wake up!" Emilie's mind repeated as he forced her off the bed and in front of him. She struggled with him but he then slammed her against a wall. Emilie winced as she felt her back crack but kept alert.

She saw an opportunity to kick him between his legs but he was already two steps ahead of her. He punched her in the stomach and watched as she fell to her knees in pain. Emilie tried to catch her breath but was too terrified to do it. Too many things were racing in and out of her mind for her to have time to think. She almost blacked out just as the Joker pulled her to her feet by her neck.

"I've had enough of your games," he said through gritted teeth. Emilie began coughing as she caught her breath again.

"I thought I gave you simple rules." She looked at him, feeling weaker than before not just physically but mentally as well. The Joker ran his fingers through his slightly wet green hair, frustrated.

"If you would only listen to me." Emilie stopped coughing and watched the Joker take out a knife from his pants pocket. At that moment, Emilie realized she had to cooperate-somewhat.

He took the knife and held it up to her bare neck. He looked closely at her neck then up at her face, full of fear. She struggled a bit but remained still as he pressed the knife in deeper causing some blood to show. Emilie just scowled at him, causing him to push his body into hers.

"You think I won't kill ya?" Emilie continued to stare him down. "You'll just be another notch on my bedpost." Emilie swallowed but still remained silent.

"What enjoyment do you get out of this?" Emilie whispered, cautious of the knife.

He let out a little laugh, closing his eyes. He looked down then opened his eyes to stare at her.

"Seeing someone suffer because of me is always confidence booster." He laughed seeing Emilie's eyes roll.

She did not know what this freak was going to do her. She was scared but sometimes she would just think he was odd. It helped her inside, if she forced herself not to be threatened by him. As difficult as it was, she felt herself getting better at it. If he clearly got enjoyment out of her suffering then she would have to quickly toughen up.

"You are insane." She whispered in a dull tone.

"I do not see anything wrong with having fun!" he smiled.

Emilie lifted her neck up a bit to inch the knife away. Anything near her neck was something she could not tolerate. He licked his lips lasciviously, trying to read her mind. They locked eyes momentarily causing the Joker to push the knife in into she begged him to stop.

"What? Am I playing too rough?"

Emilie needed confidence. Just a little bit. "Kinda hard to be confident when the most dangerous criminal known to Gotham is holding a freakin' knife to my throat." Emilie cursed herself.

"You need to smile more..." He trailed off searching her face. A hand cupped her chin while the knife was held to her throat.

Emilie kept her mouth closed as his lips came closer to hers again. "What can I do to let you open up to me?" he asked. Confused by the question she remained silent and still. He leaned in as if to kiss her but she turned her head to the right, denying him.

He continued to stare into her light blue eyes but let go of her chin and took the knife off her throat. Emilie stayed at the wall as she watched him step two feet away. Suddenly, he threw the knife into the wall inches away from her face. "Oh my God..." she said, quickly moving away startled.

He rushed towards her and threw her onto the wood floor. She quickly scooted away towards the door but he pinned her arms to the ground above her head and straddled her on the floor.

"Let me go!!" She yelled as she twisted underneath his weight.

"You seem to underestimate me, Emilie." He sneered looking down at her struggling.

"Just let me go, damnit!" She shouted. Her entire body was becoming weak because of lack of food and her days events.

He took one hand and raised it about to punch Emilie but something stopped him midair...