Pushed to Insanity

Seven: Slipping from Sanity

Riiing. Riiing.

I woke up to the obnoxious noise that Joker called my Alarm as I looked towards the TV knowingly.

 I moved over to the edge of the bed, my feet dangling off it as I waited for him to talk. He was shirtless as always and seemed more layed back today as he leaned back, running a hand through his hair, a habit that I had known him to do.

"Mornin' Dollface. Don't you think you should put a little clothes on?"

I went red looking down at myself as I remembered that the night before, I had decided to sleep only in my shirt and undergarments because I was too hot. I didn't cover myself, though, as I decided to test my limits with him.

"What don't like what you see, Mistah J?"

His smirk widened as he looked me over through whatever device he used to see me.

"Oh, I like it just fine."

I got up walking over to my pants and I pulled them on, zippering them up.

"I live for your displeasure."

He just laughed and informed me that he would be making breakfast soon, as the TV turned to static before going completely black. I Quickly grabbed a new outfit and ran into the bathroom slipping it on as I laughed and shook my head thinking of everything.

"You're getting too comfortable around him."

I whispered to myself as I walked out of my room and into the hallway thinking of all the events. It had only been about 8 days since he kidnapped me and I was talking to him like he was my best friend, not to mention, the kisses. I shook my head, I cant be falling for him, I'm not some stupid girl that is going to fall for his little tricks and get caught in his web.

Before I knew it, I was in the kitchen leaning against the doorframe as I looked at the joker who was rummaging through his refrigerator. He had yet to notice me as he grabbed eggs and bacon, putting them on the counter.

"I'm a vegetarian."

He jumped slightly as he looked over at me grinning. I looked him over finally getting a good look at all his tattoos as he stood there, leaning against the counter. 

"You've been eating meat for days doll, I think it's a little too late for that."

I scowled as I thought of the dead animals that were most likely still digesting in my stomach and started to feel nauseous. I sighed however just leaving the kitchen as I heard the joker's maniacal laughter fill the room.

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I sat in my bed, thinking deeply once again and going over what I knew truly about the joker. I realized though that I knew nothing about him except that he thought of himself of a monster, which he was, but I didn't even know if that was true. Not to mention why he seemed to get so tense whenever I asked about Harley or her room. What was she to him? 

I got up, I needed to settle this once and for all, I had to go back into the room.

I walked down the halls, biting my lip as the red door came into view, the golden locket shining in the dim lighting of this old manor. I breathed in deeply as I held onto the handle swinging it open. But as soon as the door was open, I regretted even coming.

The joker was sat at the desk that I had seen before, Only now it had been moved to the middle of the room and there were items and papers scattered all over and around it. He sat there, playing with something in his hand. I tried to see what it was and it seemed to be some type of small machine with a sharp needle like point.