Several days later...

"Where is she!?" Joker fumed, throwing his expensive coat to the floor in rage and pushing one of his men to the ground.

The poor man trembled at his feet and held his hands up in defense. "I-I-I d-don't know boss-"

Bang!

With a sadistic and angry grin Joker held his gun clutched in his hands as he shook it at the now dead man's figure. He looked back at the others with a twisted smile. "Anyone else want to die tonight!?" He happily challenged, twirling the gun around his fingers. He cocked his head to the side as he crossed his feet, sloppily walking around his men with faux laugh. "Now, someone tell me where she is..."

Things were starting to get a little too dramatic for me so I decided it was time to present myself. I never intended for Frank to be killed...I didn't mind Frank, he was a good guy. I hesitated a moment before stepping around the corner with a scowl. "I'm right here, don't get your panties in a twist J." I muttered under my breath.

Joker stopped in his tracks, his back facing me. I could hear him suck a breath through his teeth as he purred and turned around with a small turn. "Kitten." He grinned, sauntering my way. I saw all his men behind him visibly relax as soon as Joker's attention was on me.

He started to reach for my cheek, a soft expression on his face, before his face cascaded back into rage and he drew it back. I took a step back just in case he tried to slap me. "Where were you?! I looked everywhere and YOU. WERN'T. HERE." He demanded, keeping his hands clenched at his sides. He hadn't dared hit me since last time I punched him right back in the face.

It had been right after he knocked down my door and dragged me away with him. I punched screamed and kicked and as soon as he pulled me into the van he slapped me. So I pulled a closed fist back and slammed it straight to his ear. I had expected he would have me tortured and killed for that but instead he started insanely laughing as he massaged his jaw saying, 'Ooooooh man! You have quite the right hook love! Hahaha I have to say that's never happened before!' I had frowned at him, confused at what was happening yet would later learn that I had actually earned an ounce of his respect. He hadn't hit me since. If that changes then he better expect another loose tooth or black eye.

I don't tolerate abuse and never will. Watching your own father, the man whose supposed to love and protect your mother, beat her senseless everyday ever since you could remember can put that fire in you. No. I won't allow him to hit me. I will not have him think that he has more power or that I'm afraid of him. I will not give him that.

"Hellooooo? I'm talking to you!" He sang. He was becoming very impatient and was ticked off at a dangerous level. He may not hit me but he can do other things...like go on a killing rampage.

I shifted my weight to my left hip, crossing my arms. "I went out." I simply said.

"You went out." He repeated steadily. His face went slack.

"Yups." I chirped, rolling my eyes and huffing.

He deadpanned, his shoulders slightly sagging as he held a blank stare. "What?" He said after a moment or two. I could understand his shock, I never 'go out'. I'm supposed to be someplace he knows at all times guarded by him or his goons. He was so possessive.

"I. Was. Out." I said slowly making dramatic hand motions. I knew I was pushing it now with my attitude...blame it one the foreshadowing of 'the time of the month'.

Anger blew up in his face and his hands made dramatic motions as well. "Don't sass me!" He yelled inches away from my face. By now all his men were lounging about ignoring us. Our banters were not rare. They were about as common as rocks on a mountain.

"No! What I'm about to do is sassing!" I argued, my brows lifted and a sassy pout on my face as I gestured to the bags at my feet and in the hallway. "I went shopping because ONCE AGAIN you left me here without any food!"

"What in the- WHAT THE FUCK?! There's plenty of food here!"

"Yeah, food I don't know how to eat! I'm not the fucking queen J. I want normal American food! Like doughnuts, ramen noodles, chocolate cereal and hot dogs."

By now he had completely disconnected and was done with me. His head was hung low and he was shaking it several times, growling under his breath. "Okay okay I'm done...just- Hey! Take this little-this little-" He threw his arm backwards, waving his hand at his men getting their attention.

"Bitch?" I pressed my lips together tightly and lifted a brow.

He rolled his head and sighed. "Yeah whatever. Remember you suggested that, not me." He turned back to one of his men. "Take her to her room now. Lock it. I don't want to deal with this right now." He ordered, collapsing into one of his expensive overly padded chairs.

"Daddy needs some time alone." He growled under his breath rubbing his temples fiercely as I was led from the room.