Hey guys! Sorry, for the long wait. However, here is the second chapter. Hope you enjoy it.

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It had been a week since the encounter with the Joker and not a peep of him since the uncomfortable dinner. He wasn't in the media at all. It was strange. Shouldn't he be in Arkham? If he escaped, why in the hell is he not in the news. Surely that would have been national news if the Joker had escaped. Everyone would be aware and on high alert. Unless people are trying to avoid it, but surely there would be whispers. Gotham isn't exactly a city without its gossip. Annabelle rubbed her temple. She was starting to get a headache from thinking about that...man. It's finished and done with already.

"Want me to spend the night," he said huskily.

Annabelle shivered at the memory as she was on the circular platform gazing at her dress. 'Stop thinking about it,' she berated herself.

She gripped her hair and pulled it up in a makeshift bun as she scrutinized herself. The dress she was wearing was...pretty. Her sister insisted that she wear this and that Annabelle was the best bridesmaid in the world. Annabelle stepped off the platform as she continued to the dressing room. The door shut with a click.

She gazed at herself in the mirror once more and sighed. For a moment, Annabelle thought she looked...cute, but now she didn't even think that. All she saw was a pale woman with a few freckles dusted on her nose and cheeks. Annabelle's wild, curly, red hair went down to her shoulders and framed her face. Annabelle squinted trying to see something, something special or a spark. Most people would comment about her green eyes but that was the only thing people would compliment on her person. She wasn't big by any means, in fact she could gain a few.

Annabelle reached behind her for the zipper to pull it down. Just as she grabbed the straps to pull the dress down she gazed back in the mirror. She thought she was seeing things when a masculine hand gripped the zipper between their index finger and thumb.

She saw through the mirror as the hand brought the zipper back up to the top of her dress, securing the dress back on her person. She heard a smack and a deep gruff voice behind her. "I wasn't quite finished looking yet."

At that, Annabelle whirled around taking a few steps back.

And there he was. Annabelle dragged herself back; her dress ruffling as she quickly pushed herself hitting the wall with a thump. Her knees were shaking badly and she cursed herself for it. However, really how could she help it? The man that forced her to have dinner with him was in the same dressing room as her.

She looked at him. He stood there with a mocking smile on his face. He is in street clothes. Jeans, a pair of vans, a button up plaid black and white shirt with a blue cotton jacket that is rolled up to his fore arms. He has on a sock hat with a few blonde curls that were on the right side of his face framing it. However, once again, his makeup was gone from his face.

Seeing him lick his scars brought her back to reality.

"How in the world did you sneak in here?" She was surprised that her voice wasn't shaky at all. She was more concerned in how he snuck in here, a woman's changing room, without getting caught.

The Joker's eyes met hers quickly at her question and he smirked. "I...uh...I came in through the back."

Joker ran his eyes down her body once more. At seeing this Annabelle shot out, grabbed her jacket from the chair in the fitting room, and covered herself. She felt naked even though she was fully clothed. The Joker then pushed her against the wall, trapping her in his arms.

"Ah ah ah none...none of that," as he gripped her jacket and tossed it to the other side of the dressing room.

"Miss Stewart?"

Annabelle froze as the tailor called from the other side of the door. Annabelle looked into the Jokers eyes and found him looking at the door with a glare.

"Miss Stewart, is everything okay dear?"

The Joker looked at Annabelle straight in the eye and she knew what he was demanding even before he spoke. "Not one word, Doll."

"Miss Stewart?"

"Yes ma'am. I'm fine, really. The dress is perfect."

"Excellent, is there anything else you need?"

Annabelle saw the Joker roll his eyes and glare in impatience at the older woman on the other side of the door.

"No ma'am, thank you."

"You're welcome dear. I will meet you at the checkout counter."

The older woman's steps indicated her departure from the door.

The Joker leaned back a bit his muscles not so tense and ready to pounce as the old hag walked away. "Now," he licked his lips, "Where were we," as he turned back to Annabelle.

The Joker ran over her form once more. He licked his scars. "Nice, uh...dress. Green also happens to be your color."

Annabelle took a deep breath still frozen, heart beating fast. She didn't know if it was from nervousness, fear, or something else.

Still Annabelle couldn't help with her word vomit as she shakily said "Thank you," her manners dying hard.

"You look," and she quickly peeked him over once more, "Different."

The man was currently running his fingertips over her arms causing the hairs to rise and her to shiver. The Joker chuckled and raised a brow. "Different," he said mockingly. "As opposed to what?"

Once again, Annabelle couldn't stop her mouth from speaking. "Well no purple suit, vest, green hair, and" she paused, "the makeup."

"And you would consider that normal as opposed to this?"

"This is your disguise. No one recognizes you this way. When they think of you, it's your clown get up. This way you look...normal, no one notices."

"Hmm...but you did," as he ran his ungloved hand down her face, down her neck, stopping just above her chest.

"Joker," she breathed deeply and spoke the same words that she spoke a week ago. "Joker, stop."

The Joker raised a brow and ignored her. "Now where would a little woman um...like you...be going in such a ravenous dress?"

Just answer him Annabelle and he will go away. "It's for my sister's wedding."

He ignored her as he continued looking her over. He didn't really care about the dress. His doll was nervous and he couldn't have that. He wanted his doll. The one he had dinner with a week ago. The one who laughed and had a regular conversation with him. Even when she figured out who he really was, she was calm and still talked with him like it was...normal. Something he hadn't had a taste of in a long time. His hand trailed back up to her face and then back down to her chest brushing just above her breasts.

He leaned closer his form covered her. Annabelle felt helpless. His gaze pierced her own and and he put his forehead on hers. Then he spoke the same words.

"Want me to spend the night tonight?"

Annabelle's mouth dropped stunned as the memories and the kiss from that night flooded back to the front of her mind.

The Joker smirked and took this opportunity. He crushed his mouth to hers consuming her whimpers of protest.

Annabelle tried her best to push him off her but he grabbed her wrists and held them away.

The Joker attempted to push open her lips but she opened them and bit down on his lips drawing blood as he pulled back and laughed.

Blood was dripping down his chin as he smiled. "Good, at first I thought you were just a little porcelain doll, but you have fight in you. I like that...a lot," as he picked her up, his hands grabbed her ass and hoisted her up against the wall. He had her wrap her legs around his waist, his strong legs supporting them both against the wall.

Annabelle gasped at him lifting her up and placed her hands on his shoulders so she wouldn't fall.

Annabelle attempted to push him away. "Sh Sh sh" he shushed her as he kissed her again, though this time more softly as if to coax her into kissing him back.

Annabelle didn't understand why this was happening. Why did he follow her? Why did he decide to come to her? She was just minding her own business and he decided to intervene once more. He decided to push himself into her life again.

Annabelle bit him out of desperation to make him stop but she got the opposite effect. He picked her up and held her against the wall her legs wrapping around his waist and he placed his lips against hers. This time though it was soft. His lips pressed against hers and she thought back to the first kiss they shared. Or he took to be more accurate. His lips were just as soft as they were a week ago but she felt the rough edges around the ends of his lips.

She squeezed his arms and pushed him back and he gasped for breath. She was about to scream at him but he covered her mouth holding her then with just one arm.

"Kiss me, doll. Kiss me...and I'll let you go tonight, along with the rest of this sniveling city."

Before she knew it, she found herself responding to him and she felt the Joker smirk against her lips as he coaxed her mouth open with his. He pushed his tongue into her mouth and she lost herself for a moment. His tongue played with hers passionately, something that she never would have considered coming from this man. His hands kneaded her ass and he picked her arms, set them around his neck to which she found herself going under his hat, and played with the ends of his hair.

She found herself kissing him, tongues against each other, tongues exploring each other's mouths. He gently bit her lip, kissed, licked, and sucked away the pain. She found herself wrapping her legs around him tighter bringing them closer. Her hand ran down the back of his neck, and he groaned at the touch. He could feel the fire coiling in his stomach and heading downwards.

She pulled back and laid her head against the wall breathing deeply as she sucked in much needed air. Her lips she knew were bruised and she licked them and saw him doing the same. He tasted of smoke and mint.

Joker cocked his head and just smirked as his eyes pierced hers. He licked his lips savoring her taste. Despite her not favoring sweets, she tasted like it. He saw her through the window gazing at herself. The dress fit her perfectly. He just went for a walk. His goons carrying out his plans as he dressed in his disguise and left the mansion they were staying in for the moment. He then watched her as she stepped off and went back into her dressing. Joker licked his lips. He didn't think he would see her again. His doll.

Annabelle for the first time in a year felt wanted. By none other than the Joker no less. She was stunned, shocked. She would never know what she did to capture the Joker's attention, but she did. And she knew this was bad. Unacceptable.

She found herself struggling in his grip and surprisingly the Joker heeded her unasked thought and set her down.

He smacked his lips and peered at her in consideration. He ran a finger down the side of her face and he watched as she turned her head away from his touch. "You will do nicely."

"What," she asked shocked.

"Congratulations," he said mockingly. "I choose you, doll," as he straightened his jacket and readjusted his hat.

"What," she asked again. Her voice cracked, she was on the brink of hysterics as she watched him straightening himself up. She needed him to tell her that he would leave her alone now. That there would be no more encounters with each other. That they would not meet again. However, things were not going to go her way.

"Go out to dinner with me."

Annabelle had enough surprises for this day and the Joker just couldn't take the hint.

Her mouth dropped and she stepped back from him. "Are you out of your mind," she whispered.

The Joker smirked at her expression and leaned close once more, their foreheads touching. "I'm free...tomorrow night. "Uh...eight o clock, the restaurant near the pier, and don't be late."

The Joker gave her the jacket to cover herself once more. He ran his hand once more down her cheek and slipped something into the pocket of her jacket.

He left the dressing room with a smirk on his face and muttered "Be seein' ya," and he was gone. The door clicking shut.

Annabelle once more was at a lost. It happened again. The Joker did it again and she didn't stop him. Well at first, she did, but then after that he overpowered her. She ran her fingers over her lips and licked them. She could still still taste him on her lips. She then fell on the floor and hugged herself. Tears slowly started to fall. Why did this happen again but Annabelle knew the answer. It had been so long since she had someone, someone to be passionate with, was she that desperate that she was willing to do these things with the Joker. However, not like the Joker gave her much choice. He trapped her again. Hell, he trapped her in her own home so it shouldn't have been surprising that he trapped her out and about. He said he let her go so why did he do it again.

She'd been tossed out so many times that; she was willing to gain attention. Not just from anyone though. She wasn't raised to just hand it out. She had sex. She fell in love with her high school sweetheart, had sex with him, graduated, went to college, and then things got more serious as they lived together and then he was gone. Left her. Annabelle figured that this was just a mistake that's all it was. She was lonely emotionally and physically. Nevertheless, why did it have to be the Joker that she got attention from?

"Why," she asked aloud to herself hoping someone would give her answer but nothing but silence met her. She thought back to what he said.

'Be seeing ya,' he had said. Meaning that they would meet again.

Annabelle stood up clenching her fists. As she rubbed her lips on the back of her hand, trying to take away the kiss. She was trying to wipe away the imprint put on her. She refused for this to happen again. Annabelle shook her head, got undressed, and put on her clothes. As she left the dressing room, she found herself with new determination. This wouldn't happen again, ever again.

'Be seein ya.'

"No," she whispered aloud. "No, we won't."

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-I'veGoneMad.