Hey everyone! You have every right in the world to be mad at me for the long wait. I really have no excuse but I'll make some any way. I had to focus on school, I lost all hope in this story, my friend was being pushy about me finishing this, I got into Hetalia and wrote 8 stories for that, and I had this awful diesease called WRITERS BLOCK AND LACK OF INSPIRATION!

BTW: Yes, I got over my nervousness and changed the rating back to T.

Also, this is important. I am now announceing a contest for Ragdoll fanart to become the cover for this story. Just PM me for more information about this but the deadline is before I put out the next chapter.

I froze.

Shit! they aren't supposed to be back for at least another hour! Oh God. If they find Brandon...

He set me up. That clown bastard! I should've known better. I should've killed Brandon when I had the chance.

No.

I can't think that. Brandon and I are going to get out of here and I'm finally going to be happy.

"Zackie! Answer me!" The Joker called out.

"Where you be, Z?" Harley said playfully.

Without thinking, I called back to them. "I'm in here! I dropped my gun and I had to get it!"

I stepped out of the captive room.

Harley ran up and hugged me. Over her shoulder I saw Joker grinning at me.

It was almost like he knew.

Of course he knew.

He always knows.

Joker stuck his head inside the captive room and inspected the shot-off doorknob. "Where's the body?"

"Gone." I answered quickly. Too quickly. Calm down or you're gonna blow it!

Harley pouted. "Aww... And I wanted to see you splatter him all over the walls!"

I put on what I hoped was a convincing smile and shrugged. "Sorry H- Mom. Next time, I guess!"

She was still pouting and the Joker was still inspecting the stainless room. "Good cleanup." He remarked. "I can't even tell you killed him."

"Th-thanks, Dad."

Shit, I stuttered.

Calm down.

Calm down.

"So how do I know he's really gone?"

My breathing hitched. "Because he's gone."

"So?"

"So, I wouldn't lie to you. I'm your daughter. It was a pleasure to kill Robin."

"So what did you do with the body?"

"Incinerator."

He had that Goddamn all knowing evil glint in his eye. "Fair enough."

Harley suddenly exclaimed a loud "WEEE!" And did several cartwheels untill she was next to the phone. "I'm gonna call Ivy and tell her all about it! Ha! And she always told me kids were good for nothin'!"

"Oh yes." Joker said coldly. "Our Zackie's somethin' alright" He put a hand on my pigtailed head and ruffled my hair. I shivered inwardly as chills went down my spine at his touch.

Brandon's POV

I found my yellow utility belt and quietly clicked it on. Through a hole in her door, I could see Zachary talking to her parents. I wanted to help her.

But I'm no idiot and Z is no damsel in distress.

"So, I wouldn't lie to you. I'm your daughter. It was a pleasure to kill Robin." She said.

Creepy.

I was trapped in here untill Zachary gave me a sign of some sorts, so I started looking around her room.

The pictures that plastered the walls were creepy and disturbing and morbid. She had news paper and digital snap shots it seems she took herself of buildings blowing up or burning and dead bodies. It seemed like something only someone as insane as the Joker would do.

Needless to say I was having second thoughts.

I hadn't lied when I said I loved her. The months I spent in this house, talking and laughing and getting to know her, were enough to prove that I really did care about her. She was beautiful in a interesting way and smart and witty and tough. She was something you only come across once in your life if you're lucky.

But these pictures... So many dead... Because of her.

I excepted that she's killed people, but I never thought it would be this bad. This was truely awful.

I tore my eyes away from the morbid walls and found a bag lying on her dresser. With that, I thought it would be useful to pack her some clothes.

I opened the closet and found clothes that looked completely normal for a girl her age. A lot more green and purple than most wardrobes but still perfectly normal. I searched through them and picked out a few shirts I thought were nice and folded them up and stuffed them into the bag.

I figured she had enough shirts for now and looked for some pants. After packing a skirt, a pair of shorts, and a pair of jeans, I tried to remember what else she would need.

There was underwear and bras and such, but I would let her look through those.

Ah! Shoes!

There was a shoebox in the closet. Perhaps that would have something in it.

I was horrified when I opened the box and discovered a dead cat.

The poor cat had a slightly twisted leg and it was missing part of its ear. Not to mention all the bones that looked shattered and broken.

What did she do? Surely, only a psychopath would kill a small cat and keep it with her. I thought. But Z isn't a psychopath...

I looked at the pictures on the walls and back at the dead cat.

Right?

I shivered and put the lid back on the box and placed it back in the closet.

I went to look at Z again. She was being hugged by Harley and The Joker planted a kiss on her cheek. It made me feel nausous.

I just hoped she knew what she was doing.

Zachary's POV

I had no idea what I was doing.

I knew we were going to have to kill them and let all of my wonderful bomb setup go to waste, but I just couldn't bring myself to shoot them.

I'm just a kid! How can I expect myself to shoot my parents?

Besides, it would be a tough choice deciding who to kill first.

Shoot Harley: Joker drops the act and shoots me down faster than I can pull a trigger.

Shoot Joker: Harley kills me for "Hurtin' her precious Puddin'"

Either way, I'm screwed.

And the worst part was, Joker knew it.

"Hey, Zachary! Don't forget to make dinner soon okay?" Harley called.

"Yeah, no problem."

Joker finally walked away with a smile and a message in his eyes that said "I have you and you know it."

I attempted to swallow the lump in my throat as I barely opened the door to my room and slipped in.

Brandon was sitting on my bed, legs crossed. He opened his mouth to say something and I nearly pounced on him. "No!" I whispered.

He nodded in understanding and I pulled out a pen and paper to write back and forth with.

So, He wrote. what do we do now?

I have no idea. I wrote back in my mediocre penmanship

We jacked around way to long. How much time is left on those bombs?

Well, more like he cut his trip short. But yes we did mess around to much.

You didn't answer my question... He gave me a look.

Sorry, just freaking out. Maybe an hour or a little less.

We need to haul ass, Z.

We need to not worry about the bombs, B.

What?

Not when there are two psycho clowns, better known as my parents, in here. We are dead the second he drops the act.

But you're his daughter!

Brandon. I cannot believe that I'm telling this to you of all people. Forget everything you know about how parents are supposed to act. I am alive today because I proved useful to him. He will kill us both in a hearbeat.

Okay... He drew a frowny face.

I rolled my eyes.Let's just focus on a plan. Alright?

Cool. What do we do?

I got up and went over to my weapons. I pulled a nice handgun out and threw it to him. He caught it and gave me a look.

I tilted my head to the side and sat back down. What? I wrote.You said we have to kill both of them. You'll need it.

I just don't feel right about it.

It never feels right. Not unless you're insane.

He nodded. Alright then... So what happens now?

Now? We pray for a miracle.

Filler chapter? You bet! Important info? Also yes. So shut it.