ANGLERFISH

9

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Next day
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"Catch me if you can!" A little girl laughed as she used her ability to go invisible while playing hide and seek.

"Don't cheat! It's not fair!" A dirty blond haired boy whined as he followed the girl.

"Last time you threw one of your knives, it caught my shirt and stuck me onto a tree." The girl turned the corner and disappeared.

"I'm not shy to do it again!" The boy pulled out his throwing knife and chased the brown-haired girl.

The boy caught the girl hiding behind a tree and threw his knife, which aimed in between her eyes.

I gasped and sat up.

What was that dream!?

I was sweating and on the edge of hyperventilation. These memories of this boy were starting to scare me, I haven't seen him in years and now they have decided to come back, at the worst time.

There were thick sheets covering me, while a beam of sunlight stained my face. I blinked a few times and saw that two figures were standing in a corner, which was a doorway. I looked closely, it was him and a well-known criminal that went by the name; Harley Quinn.

She had her hair in two pigtails, a white tank top on, mom blue jeans and white converse. When I would see her on the news she always was wearing really short shorts, a weird shirt that said some weird phrase, she still had two pigtails; and her infamous makeup.

But she looked like a normal girl.

"Good mornin', princess." He threw me a smirk as he took a sip of what seemed to be whiskey. "Whiskey in the morning, wow." I let a chuckle as I rubbed my forehead in pain.

"Still hurts?" He walked towards me and stood at my feet. I nodded. His vest was open, his tie was undone, while his shirt had a few buttons unbuttoned. I once again was mesmerized by his body and gulped.

I shook my thoughts away, and looked at him, "Would there be any chance I can get pain killers?" I pointed to my head. "What did you do to the poor girl, J?" Harley said as she got closer and sat on the bed.

"I didn't do anything, one my goons pressed on the breaks and she went flying." He laughed. "What did you do with him?" She smirked. "You already know, let's just see where he ends up." He raised his eyebrow as he took another sip.

He killed the poor guy just because he didn't know how to drive properly, what's wrong with this man!? "He didn't deserve it, he deserved some driving lessons, not death." I huffed as I tried to get up but Harley stopped me. "So, What you're saying is that a rapist, murderer, and complete idiot didn't deserve to die?" She crossed her arms.

I stayed quiet and looked down, "That's what I thought." She smiled. "Why did you kidnap me if you already have a girlfriend, I should be with my boyfriend!" I looked at him and then back at her.

They looked at each other and burst out laughing, they held their stomachs in pain and wiped away their tears. "You are funny, princess."

"I like girls, so watch out, princess." Harley got closer to my face and winked, she tried to reach for my cheek but Joker grabbed her arm and threw her onto the floor. "Out!" He glared at her. She got up and walked out the door.

He began mumbling to himself and took out two pills from his pocket. "Here." He stuck his hand towards me, "What are they?" I looked at them, "You asked for pain killers, didn't you?" He handed me his whiskey.

I grabbed them, placed them on my tongue, and drank the rest of the whiskey in the glass. "Better?" I nodded. He took back the glass and began walking to the door.

"thank you."

He looked back, his eyes took me up and down, very slowly, almost as if he were to analyze me. I could tell no one has ever shown manners to him, because he displayed a face of shock. But he then coughed and turned his body towards me. "Your training starts today, so get up and get dressed." He hissed. "Training?" I got up and walked up to him.

"You will start working for me, your little power can help with my plan to burn Gotham to the ground. You will be my little uh—lucky charm." He smiled as he cupped my face, his warm touch made my toes curl and my heart started racing. His eyes poured into mine and made me blink repeatedly, he was probably having distorted thoughts and I wasn't liking it. His face paint was so gnarly that I couldn't help but look at his scars and widened my eyes. "Don't stare, it's very rude, princess." He used my phrase against me. I got out of his touch and scoffed, "I am not helping you do horrifying things! I want to get out of here as soon as possible! I am now realizing that I am acting like this is my house!" I pointed to the room.

"You aren't leaving." He looked at the floor.

"Yes, I am! GCPD or Batman or whoever, is going to find this place, bring me home, and place you, Mr. Crazy and your crazy minions in jail!" I laughed and crossed my arms.

He looked up, and in one swift move I was against the wall, his hand roughly wrapped around my neck, but he didn't strangle me, just enough for me to be in fear and make my heartbeat yell in my ear.

"Don't. Call. Me. Crazy." He says in a deep low whisper in my ear, his breath hitting my neck and making my hair stand up.

I look up at him and smirk "Can't accept the truth, huh?" His eyes hardened and kept switching between my lips and my eyes, my heart continued to race, an image of him kissing me passed me and made my heart race faster, but made my stomach ache.

He then grabbed my necklace, the necklace that the boy from my little flashbacks had given me, and stared at it, and it seemed as if a small gasp escaped his mouth as he examined it. He closed his eyes and began quietly laughing or what seemed to be a creepy giggle. He let it hit my chest again and went back to staring into my eyes, and absorbing my soul out of my body. "There is no such thing as truth, princess."

He caressed my cheek and I just looked at him. He backed away and began walking to the door, he turned and smiled, "If you haven't noticed yet, this room is your home because my so-called 'minions' and I brought all your belongings here." I looked around and he had indeed broken into my apartment and brought all my stuff here.

A photo of Bruce and I was on the coffee table, my certificate and degrees were over my bed, my rings and necklaces were in my ceramic bowl, I walked towards the closet and slid it open, all my clothes were color-coded, my shoes as well. "What the hell!" I growled at him.

"I told you sweet cheeks, you aren't leaving."  He walked out and I followed behind him. There was a bathroom in front of my room while a living room was to my right and a kitchen all the way down connected to it. The entrance door was on the left, and all the windows were filled in with bricks.

"You really think I'm gonna stay in captivity just because you made this place more like 'home'!?" I yelled as he placed his hand on the doorknob to leave.

"Would you like to be in a four-wall room with nothing!" He glared at me and sneered. "I just want to go home," I whispered. He opened the door, walked out and slammed it behind him. I walked up to the door and began banging, "You won't get away with this, motherfucker!" I yelled at the top of my lungs as I continued to throw my fists at the door.

I turned around and slid down the door. I hid my face in my palms as my tears began streaming down my cheeks, I kept appearing and disappearing out of anger.

"Don't try anything funny with your powers. I'll be able to see you with the infrared cameras I have installed." A speaker called out from the corner of the living room while a small camera stared at me.

I ran to the room and saw another camera, checked the bathroom, yup, there was a camera everywhere. "There's no escape, princess." He laughed into the mic. "Quit calling me that, I'm not your princess! I am someone's girlfriend! And even if I wasn't, there has only been one boy in my life that has called me 'princess'." I added quotations. "You have no right to call me that, all you can call me is your prisoner. Which won't be for long!" I yelled at the camera.

"We'll see about that, princess."