Little Miss Gotham

Chapter Twenty Five

I was handed my dress by another one of Joker's guys. I couldn't even get a goodbye when I was taken and he stayed behind. But when I went through the emergency exit out onto the slums of Gotham City, I didn't feel very safe. Even with my own skills and my official body guards, I didn't feel very protected. It was shivering cold and all I  had was Joker's jacket that wasn't very warm. The cold air sunk deep into my skin and I crossed my arms. But it didn't help.
"Where are you taking me?" I asked. "I don't know what Joker told you but I need to go--"
I was cut off when my vision suddenly disappeared. It didn't take long to realize that a sack had just been thrown over my head and in an instant reaction,I decided to scream and try to pull it off. My body had jolted into action and it felt like some natural instincts had awaken another person in me. But I wasn't able to put up a fight. My mouth was covered and given the amount of guys, my legs and abdominal area were restrained by their arms wrapped around me. I was carried around and I tried to thrash out of their grip but it was getting tighter every time I moved.
Knowing I was helpless, my heart rate became so fast that I thought it would give out any second. I tried to take deep breaths because my own health became a more prominent concern at the moment. I felt sick and scared. I wasn't prepared with weapons and I didn't even know who I was with. Did Harley set this up? Or was it some guy using Harley as a reason to get me alone and this was all my dad's plan because he found me out? But what are the chances of it being anything else?

I heard the sound of a van door sliding open and I was thrown onto the floor of it. It was cold and dark but I couldn't see much through the sack to begin with. Once the door shut and I knew I wasn't with anybody else, I carefully lifted the sack and tried to look around. But it was pitch black. I could barely see a thing. There was little light shining through the covered up divider between this section and the drivers seat.
I searched Joker's pockets and on the inside one I found a knife and a flip phone. I felt my heart sink with relief and I waited until the car started to drive before I pulled it out.
I stuck the knife into a section of my corset and used the phone quickly. I went through the contacts and there was my number and Joker's cell number. This must have been some kind of emergency phone and I couldn't be more grateful for this stroke of luck.
As I tried typing a message to Joker, my shaking hands were numb and hard to move around. I didn't know when that door would open again so I had to be quick.

"Help. Captured. Idk where at." I texted.

It was all I could send with locked up fingers and the fear of being caught lingering.

I didn't know how long I was in the van for. But every turn we made, I texted Joker "L" or "R" and I knew it might not have been helpful but it could give him some idea if he ever looked at his phone. But where was he? If Harley really wasn't the reason I was taken, then what could he be doing? My heart ached at the thought of somebody hurting him. When we screeched to a halt, I rolled to the back of the van and collided with the doors, hitting the back of my head. 

"What the--" I grunted, but then the doors opened and the light of the street lamp made me wince. While I tried to see who opened the doors, I tried to adjust my burning eyes to the light and let them pull me out. When I was standing, I looked around at the two men who had a tight grip on my arm and lead me up the steps. 

Wait, I've been here before.

I looked around at the street then in front of me at the deteriorating courthouse and I smiled. 

"Hey." I giggled. "This is where me and my pumpkin first took a drive in that fancy new car of his." I thought back to that first night many months ago and let them take me up the steps. "He'll be here any minute, pulling up in that car and kicking your asses." 

Maybe I should kill them. 
Maybe I should wait. 
Or maybe I should just see what's gonna happen.
But I thought of several different ways I could kill them right now.

"Hey boys." I said. "It's a little cold. Can we go back into the van where I can warm up a bit?" I asked. "Don't you wanna see me without this dress?"

To my surprise, both of them stopped and looked at me as if they had considered it. Pigs. I smiled and moved my shoulders so that Joker's jacket could slide off just a little bit. Their eyes never left my body. So as they started to loosen their grip, I removed the jacket and took a step back. Little did they know I had taken out the knife. 

"Come here." I grinned, beckoning them closer to me. The one was hesitant but thankfully the other came closer. I took a step closer to him as well but in a sudden twist of events, I dug the knife into his jugular vein. I didn't think about remorse or guilt for the first time in my life even as I watched his wide eyes fill with fear as the life slipped out of him. My chest felt as empty as a shell like his was now. I laughed at the other one as he tried to run away and ended up tripping up the steps. 

"Did you really think Princess was gonna let you take me?" I asked, walking closer as he tried to back away. 

"You're crazy! I-I know about you, too! You're the mayors daughter!" he cried.

I sighed. He knows but who cares? I felt like that Princess speaking in my head but Sophia didn't care either anymore. 

"Ding ding ding! You know something! If you knew some more things maybe you'd be off somewhere doing smart things instead of being a messenger boy." I shrugged, smiling down at him. But when he struggled to get up and turn to run, I let him. Only for a second though. When he was a few yards away, I threw the knife in his direction and I was lucky to have the blade hit him right in the head.

Silence fell and I stood alone in the cold, abandoned area. It was time to call Joker. I pulled the phone out of my pocket and took a seat on the steps, going straight to his number.

"Pumpkin, what happened?" Joker immediately asked after only one ring.

"I don't know. You tell me." I frowned. " I just killed two guys and I don't know how I feel about it." When I said it out loud, the gap in my chest filled with guilt and it hurt. But Princess kept telling me it was okay. 

"Where are you?" he demanded. 

I felt a cold metal press against my head and the sound of a click. I went still and it occurred to me that a gun was being held to my head in that moment but an unknown person.
"You're gonna put that phone down and leave with me." a man said.
"Pumpkin..." I said, my voice cracking from the sudden fear. My blood ran as cold as the temperature outside and my heart couldn't beat.
"Now!" he yelled, causing me to jump. I dropped the phone and squeezed my eyes shut. I thought I was going to die. With a gun pressed against my head and no one to save me, I was helpless. 

"Get up." he demanded. I did as he said and stood on shaking legs. "Turn around."
Following the command, I sucked up the courage and turned around. 

The half faced man made me cringe and the muscles and bone made me want to be sick. But nonetheless, I recognized this man. Harvey Dent. Old friend turned villain. Although, I couldn't be hypocritical in this situation. Not when I was in the same boat as him.

"Long time no see, Sophia." Harvey said, his crooked smile nothing like the soft smiles I remembered.

But before I could speak, the silver of the gun flashed across my vision and the blunt force of it against the side of my head knocked me out before I could even feel a thing. 

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