Blood, Camera, Blackmail

"What do you want from me!" Veronica yelled before the crazed man landed another punch.

"We're going to make a little video! I'm just getting you ready!" He giggled.

The Joker continued to beat the young woman.

She lost count of how long it had been going on; she couldn't even feel the pain of the blows anymore.

Veronica's left eye was swolen shut, her nose was bloodied, her lip was busted and only God knows what her jaw looked like. She had cuts from his butterfly knife all over her shoulders, one under her eye, and a couple on her legs. There were quite a few bruises on her body in various places, and by her guess, she looked horrible.

"Ready for your close-up, darling?" He chuckled.

Joker came over and strapped a vest onto her. Veronica's eyes were drooped slightly as she struggled to keep them open.

"Aaaaaand, action!" He said, holding up a camera.

"Come on, sweety! Talk!" Joker said. Veronica slowly looked up at Joker, then at the camera. It hurt so badly, just holding her head up.

She didn't do anything but spit blood, causing him to have to wipe it off the lense.

"Harls! Get in here!" He snapped. A girl walked in, her upper body not being in the frame. "Hold this."

Harley came and held the camera as Joker went around to the front.

He leaned down and smiled with all his teeth, stretching the red grin even further.

"How do I look? Do I look like Paris Hilton?" He asked, giggling. Harley smiled widely.

"Ya look great, Puddin!" She exclaimed. Joker smirked and strolled over to Veronica and grabbed her hair, jerking her head up, causing her to wince in pain.

"Heya, Batsy! See her? This is Veronica, and if you don't take of that little mask, she's gonna die," he said, beginning to jump around and giggle madly.

Harley began to laugh as well before the camera turned to another girl that was tied to another chair with a bag over her head. "And if Veronica dies, so will she."

The camera switched back over to Veronica and Joker. He pressed a button on her vest and numbers appeared.

"You got one week to show yourself, Bats. the clock is ticking." Joker said in a sinister voice. The screen of the camera went black, the only sound being the loud laughter of the psycotic clowns.

One day passed.

One turned into two.

Two turned into three.

Then four.

Then five.

Then six.

Then a week.

And Batman never showed.