I smiled thinking I finally had him, but it quickly morphed into a frown when I heard muffled laughing underneath the pillow. I had relaxed my grip, distracted and confused, and he took the opportunity to switch the situation around. Within seconds, I was the one pinned on the floor, my head was harshly slammed into the concrete floor from the sudden change in position.

"You want to kill me? Huh!? You think I'm the problem!?! Listen here, baby! I'm not the only problem, the only danger! You kill me and the world you know will be in flames!" He spat. My gut twisted with fear, and I tried to fight it. He thinks he is good...in some twisted sick way he sees himself as a roadblock to true evil.

I struggled beneath his grip and screamed in frustration; my anger was quickly turning into something weaker--fear. I put all my focus on the hate and surviving and tried to push the fear away. He pinned my arms above my head and took my face into one of his hands, squeezing it as he brought his face closer. "You can't kill me," he whispered. He suddenly smiled and began laughing right in my face--as if I was amusing or something. I grunted and tried to knee him in the balls.

He quickly adjusted himself so I couldn't and looked back into my eyes, clicking his tongue. "Oh, you don't want to do that, doll," he drawled out.

"Then get off me!" I yelled, before tucking my chin in and biting down hard on his fingers. He drew his hand back quickly, and I could tell more than anything that he wanted to slap me. But he didn't, instead he climbed off me and growled, pulling his hand back to his side. My anger and determination grew as I witnessed the small victory, and I could feel my fear growing smaller and smaller.

He won't hit me, I thought to myself triumphantly. I started to laugh hysterically at him. I knew I looked like the crazy one now, but I felt empowered myself. Just knowing I had made him unable to hit me or allowed him no pleasure in it made my blood boil with pride and victory. And just the current situation was enough to put me in hysterics. The potential abuse, the fear...it was hitting close to home. I wasn't going to allow myself to submit to the fear causing me to fall into unstable behavior or, in this case, laughing. My blood was already pumping with adrenaline, and I was ready to fight. I could be a crazy bitch too.

I got on my hands and knees and gave him a sidelong glance, smiling menacingly. Visibly showing my hate helped drive the fear away; it helped me focus. At no point did I plan on showing him weakness.

His rage had slowly melted into something else...he looked intrigued. If he had any eyebrows, I'd assume one was lifted. It took me off guard, and I could feel my smile drop.

"Asshole!" I spat. "You should just let me go and not just keep me here! You don't do anything with me but lock me up! I'm of no benefit to you nor am I a threat! Just let me go!" I kept my thoughts alive with different ways to kill and escape him to keep the slowly rising anxiety at bay. All the effort I put into the whole 'fuck you, I don't care' act was becoming exhausting though. I almost couldn't convince myself that I wasn't afraid. The truth was I was afraid of him. He's...unpredictable.

"Shut up," he said calmly. "Juuuuuust shut up. You're annoying me." He rolled his eyes, rubbing his temples with two long fingers pressed against them.

I scowled at him and scooted towards the opposite side of the room. "What do you want? Let me go or kill me!" I had no filter, I was angry and overwhelmed. I could tell my fear was getting the best of me now. I inhaled deeply and bit my lip as if to drive it away.

He looked up suddenly, his eyes wide. "I don't want to kill you."

"Yet," I said, sticking my chin out. Inwardly I dreaded he would gladly agree; it was taking all my effort to not show my true feelings. I knew he lived off fear, though. He loves to make people absolutely...insane with fear. I wasn't going to give him the pleasure of watching me squirm with fear. I wasn't going to let him control my life like my father had. I won't live in fear ever again.

He smiled at that and slightly nodded. "Perhaps. But I know for certain I don't want to let you go."

My stomach dropped. "Why?" I could feel my face pale.

"Well-well because...hmmmm. I'll have to back to you on that one, hon." He shrugged. "I don't know the answer. I'm kinda crazy ya know." He cackled, making circle motions around his head.

"I don't want to see you again. I don't want to wait. I want an answer now, and I want to leave now." I tried to sound brave and pissed, but I wasn't sure if I was selling the whole 'go to hell' attitude anymore. I'm still angry as hell, but my fear was starting to dominate my anger. My aggressive determination was slowly diminishing like a dying flame and Joker was the snuff.

"Well, you see, sweetheart," he squatted down to my level and cocked his head in the most innocent way, "you don't get to tell me what to do." He smiled at that and inched closer. "You see, it's actually the other way around." He had my face in his hands again and his face was dangerously close to mine. I tried to turn away from him, but he held my face tightly.

All the anger I had left melted into fear in that small moment, and I could feel my lip start to tremble. There was something...off about the look in his eye. It brought a whole new meaning to fear for me. Never had I ever felt as much fear as I did now. This was something new I'd been approached with. It was then I realized that this wasn't my dad I was dealing with... It was Joker.

What was he going to do?

"Aw there ya go...now you're scared." He grinned proudly and released me. "It's about time you learn your place." He kissed me on top of the head before standing and turning his back to me, walking towards the door. I whimpered as he kissed me, afraid it would follow with something else and screwed my eyes shut until I heard the door open.

"Don't make me have you learn your place the hard way. I can promise what I have planned you won't like." He added before stepping out and closing the door.