Story: I'm A Normal Highschool Student And Have Been Kidnapped By The Joker!!...

[Meanwhile in a home in Lakeshore]

"Its been two weeks now since criminal master mind The Joker has re kidnapped Hannah Perk. The Joker who more than a month ago sent district attorney Harvey Dent into a coma battling for his life...." She turned off the television unable to listen anymore. Whenever anyone mentioned it, she cried. Her sweet Harvey. How could anyone do that to him? He was a good man a kind man a beautiful man....she began to cry harder imaging his face inside her head. Her once beautiful love now a shell of what he use to be. Her heart now torn apart. All because of this criminal. She snarled thinking about The Joker. Mere hatred couldn't cover the discontent she felt over this man. Charlotte Helena Anderson. A law abiding Harley Quinn. Of course they have a different 'puddin' Harleys being the Joker, Charlottes being Harvey, and obviously looks vary. With Charlotte having brown curly mid length hair constantly full of ribbons, iceberg blue eyes, and Charlotte being half Irish half native American thus having a Greek looking ethnicity. Along with Charlotte having a British accent and pronouncing her words probably while Harley has a Chicago accent and slangs most of her words into childish words. A major difference is height Charlotte being 5'9 while Harley being a tiny 5'2. But apart from that they are very similar. Both having athletic ballerina bodies both being 26 both sharing the same favorite color red.

The main similarity they both have is that they would die for their puddin. Both willing to lay down they're life for the one they love. Both taking neglect from the one they love. Of course they take neglect in a different way. Harley is abused and hurt by her puddin while Charlottes relationship is a normal one no domestic violence what so ever but she is just constantly shoved aside for her puddins work. Letting out a sigh Charlotte wiped her glass. She stood up from her sofa to refill her drink. Suddenly the glass flew from her hand dropping to the floor "Harvey." She said shocked to see him. "I thought you where dead!" She screamed tears in her eyes. Tears of happiness. The hospital had phoned earlier saying he may never wake up from the coma they where wrong. "Half." He muttered stepping out from the shadows. His face was visible. Half perfect still beautiful still everything she loved. The other like walking death. No more flesh stood on that side of his body, his muscles torn, parts of his skeleton visible, his nose disappeared from that side of his face. But love still bloomed in her eyes.

"Charlie." He muttered walking over to her stating his nickname. "I'll kill him." He cried his voice not the soft loving one she had last heard but now a deep damaged creation. Walking over to him Charlie placing her arms around his neck. "No we'll kill him." She protested. Leaning down Harvey placed a kiss on her lips. Savoring the moment Charlie kissed back not even considering the fact he was now a monster. Breaking away from her Harvey revealed a gun in his hand. Nodding Charlie broke into a twisted smile. She wasn't fearful of the fact he held a gun. She wasn't afraid of the cops. She wasn't afraid of anything too- in love to turn away. "Lets get the Joker." She screamed taking his hand into her own.

[Over To Lakeshore Police Station]

Standing at the side of the Police Station doors Commissioner Gordon stood silently listening to Dr Reeds statement. "Thank you for coming." She announced taking in a deep breath. "Ladies and gentlemen my name is Dr Reed I am a forensic psycholist hired onto the case to try and help aid the detectives to uncover this mysterious case. If you have any questions please feel free to ask." The crowd of reporters erupted into screams of 'Dr Reed' inside her head she regretted allowing them to question her. "Dr Reed." One shouted silencing the others. "Have you discovered a motive yet for this obscene crime?" Shaking her head Dr Reed lowered her head. "I'm afraid we are still trying to uncover that." Dr Reed said politely. "But isn't that you're job?" The reporter snapped. "Yes but with a character like The Joker its proving difficult to crack his code." Dr Reed said firmly silencing the reporter. "Dr Reed. Isn't it true you're collogue Dr Crane, who was suppose to take the kidnapped Hannah Perk on a trip instead tried to take her?" A new reporter asked. Dr Reed let out a laugh. "I assure you this rumor about Dr Crane trying to take her is a huge misunderstanding."

"But isn't it true that she was drugged before The Joker came along?" The reporter interrupted. "Yes. But with a character as sick as The Joker it is more likely that he in fact sent one of his henchmen to drug her coffee or something of that nature so when he came to take her she wouldn't struggle, not a respectable doctor. Besides what would Dr Crane gain in taking her? The man is a Doctor not a lunatic. And before you bring it up yes I am aware the statement the airport security guard made. Where he said Dr Crane lied to him telling him that Hannah was a mentally ill patient of his who escaped. I have spoke with Dr Crane on this subject, he assured me if was for her own good. Think about it clearly the girl was heavily sedated and surviving footage from the event on security cameras reveal she had lost her mind while on this drug so it was only good to isolate her in order to contain this insane version of herself. Because I'm sure you know that she shot Dr Crane when on this drug which proves how dangerous she became. Besides all of the evidence and Cranes statements show nothing of him trying to take Hannah. Seeing the nature of Hannah I think he did the right thing. Believe me if I where in his situation I'd do the same. And just to finish I remind you when Crane was found drugs where found in his system also which I suspect are the same drugs. If he had drugged her why would he be drugged himself unless The Joker drugged them both. One more question."

"Dr Reed." The final reporter quoted. "What can you say about rumors that Hannah Perk is in fact a cover up for something else? Reporters have been looking into Lakeshore birth certificates and not been able to find a Hannah Perk is there some conspiracy or cover up our Police are trying to hide?" The reporter asked raising an eyebrow. "My advice to you is look harder and I'm sure you will find Hannah Perks birth certificate. Thank you that is all for today." Dr Reed said walking off of the stage instantly. Rushing herself inside the Police stations doors away from the menacing reporters she let out a sigh. "Why didn't you tell them the motive?" The Commissioner asked. "First of all we don't know if it is the real motive yet despite the fact evidence points to it we are not a hundred percent sure. And second this kind of motive doesn't exist to the people of Lakeshore. It doesn't even exist to you." Gordon lowered his head. She was right people wouldn't believe it after all despite the amount of evidence in front of him Gordon still has doubts in his mind. "Motives are usually seen as disgusting fantasies, needs or desires this wouldn't be believable with a man like The Joker." The Commissioner shrugged. "We best get back to work then. I have a potential lead on the where abouts of The Joker."

[Hannah POV]

I feel like a prisoner.

Much time has passed since saving Harleys life yes I'm as surprised as you must be to hear I'm still alive but trust me it feels as if I'm not on this planet anymore. After receiving the beating of a lifetime which I'm sure nearly killed me I've been subjected to the worst torture of all. Isolation. After the beating The Joker gave me he pulled me into his room and well hasn't let me leave. Harley hasn't even been allowed to visit me. I know that because I once heard her pleading with him to see me but after a large crash I knew what had happened. He'd hurt her and I hadn't been there to help. It almost made me feel worthless until I realized even if I was they're I wouldn't be able to do anything. Did I forget to mention The Joker broke my ankle. Yep thats right broke it. I had pissed him off to the extent I heard it crack when he crashed the sink onto my ankle. He also tore the sink off of the wall too. I didn't actually realize how much strength he had until that. A positive thing is my wrist has gotten better, it hasn't instantly healed away but I am starting to be able to move it now. Another positive thing is he hasn't hit me since. Although a lot of times I feel as if he will whenever he comes back to the room whatever time that is it varies. Sometimes he'll be gone for hours sometimes he'll be gone for days which is odd me saying this seeing as I have yet to see a watch or even look at the sun go down this room has no windows. I'm just basing my theories on the amount of times I pass out of exhaustion.

I haven't eaten since I came here. I have drank though every so often I've found bottles of water scattered around the room as if waiting for me to find them. Well actually I just lied I ate eat yesterday. I found a small moldy potato. It took three attempts to just raise the food towards my lips. My stomach churned just looking at it. But I shoved the food inside my mouth and instantly swallowed it wanting to be rid of the taste though I have to admit it tasted better than some of the stuff I have eaten before in desperation like a few days ago I grew so hungry I ate a toe nail. None the less I could feel every inch of my body praise me for feeding it but today my bodies been growling in hunger. Not like theres anything I can do though. Wait I've just realized I've went completely off topic here what can I say my minds been all over the place. Only three thoughts ever cross my mind. Survival. Harley. Past. The past always kicks in first when I just wake up. The image of the dead man comes back not letting me have peace. But the moment I hear bangs or shots my heart goes back to Harley in fear that shes alright. In a sick way I'm glad she keeps my thoughts occupied or else I'd be dawned with the man again. Whenever The Joker comes to pay me a visit my thoughts always think of how long hes going to keep me alive.

Hes already tried to kill me once I know he'll do it again.

But I've just gone off topic again. Carrying on with what I was saying much earlier The Joker hasn't hit me yet but when I see into his eyes sometimes I can see he wants to. Though he hasn't physically abused me in a long time well maybe it just feels long because I've been trapped in here. Getting back to topic though he hasn't physically abused me he hasn't ceased to mentally torment me. Just a few days ago he handed me some food. Me starving gladly took it into my hands. The minute I raised it to my lips he revealed it to be part of his latest victims hand. Thats when he left the room leaving me alone with the human flesh. Though in a normal solution I'd never dare touch human flesh but when you're staving the human flesh begins to look satisfying. My mind imagined it as chicken a few times trying to get me to eat it. Thankfully I held on strong and didn't touch it but how long will that last for? What confuses me the most though has to be The Jokers nature. Awake he'll either be nowhere to be seen or in the room with me tormenting me hurting me but everyday when I wake up I find him fast asleep his arms snaked around my waist his head buried in my neck. It makes no sense. My best guess is that hes doing it to lure me into a false sense of security to where I think 'he won’t hurt me' just so when he next tries to kill me I'll be unprepared. Either that or hes just messing with my head. Maybe a little bit of both.

Whats even more confusing is when I find myself in his presence he will not let me out of his sight.

His eyes constantly never moving from me as each second goes past like a hawk just watching me. It disturbs me more than any horror movie. Which is worse is when I was first recovering from his attack when I was so bruised so hurt, slurring words from my swollen lip made me wince in much pain. He prepare you're self for this. Hand fed me soup! But the moment I could take in solid food he just left me to starve. In a way its confusing in another it just proves hes trying to mess with my head. Building up all my bridges just to tear them down. The door burst open. The Joker stood in the rooms hallway. Walking into the room I could see his face. All over his usual chalk white face stood splatters of deep crimson. His bright ruby lips shined much brighter red than usual. "You think I look bad you should see the guy I killed!" He yelled breaking into hysterics afterwards. His laugh still manages to revive all my fear despite the amount of times I hear it my fear for it doesn't seem to die. "So how you been?" He asked taking off his long purple jacket. Now standing in his long sleeved blue snakeskin patterned shirt, along with his green waistcoat. Turning around I noticed the back half of the waistcoat is a light lavender color. Turning back over to me he let off a smile. "You know you frustrate me so much I wish I could tear my arm off just so I have something to hit you with." He remarked giggling afterwards. Though he made it out to seem like a joke hes properly serious.

Slipping his feet out of his leather black shoes I noticed his socks.

Different colored patches sown together. Stretching outwards he climbed onto the bed next to me. Thats where I've been all this time on top of his bed my ankle being broken has limited my walking space. But usually I'm asleep by the time he goes to sleep. Scooting over slowly I tried to move away. The Joker noticed this. "I won't bite........much." He pleaded tugging at my stomach. Pulling me viciously towards him I let out a cry. He moved my ankle to a ruff spot when he moved me. "Awww." He said childishly noticing my pain. I could feel his eyes adoring every moment of it. He proceeded to pull my head on top of his chest. I didn't fight most of the time now I don't even think about fighting with him. The last beating just knocked my confidence down I suppose or played with my fears. Laying on his heart I hate to admit it was actually soothing to hear. Maybe its the lack of energy, maybe I'm just exhausted all I know is after that I fell instantly asleep.