Chapter One:
The Joker lay stiff in his bed at the new hide-out. The bat had given him a rough night after getting caught at the bank-heist. He groaned as he muscles began to relax and his bruises pressed against the velvet covering on the couch. Tonight had been especially rough. There was a girl at the bank already when Joker arrived. At first, he assumed it was Harley, that she must have been there waiting for him ahead of time. That is until he saw the dark brunette tresses that reached to the girl's shoulder. She had whirled to face him, keeping one gun aimed at her captives and another at his temple. She was dressed rather interestingly. Her entire face was painted white like his own, her lips wore dark black lipstick. She had the classical jester markings around her eyes of the elongated triangles and two rosy dots of pink were painted over the white on her face in the center of her cheeks. She wore a dress with many ruffles of petticoats underneath that made the skirt slightly puffy, even though it just came to the middle of her thighs. It was made to look almost like Harley's bodysuit in the form of a dress. The corset was split down the middle in two separate colors; black and white. In the center of the corset was a little heart, half white and half black that was made to look like the symbol of Yin and Yang. Her ruffled skirt, or dress bottom, he really couldn't tell, was pleated into several triangular areas that were either black or white with hearts that ran along the hemline in either black or white, which ever was the opposite of the color surrounding it. Lastly the Joker noticed her knee-high boots, one black and one white with heels.
He won't lie, the woman was pretty damn sexy with those guns and that outfit. Her body wasn't that bad either but he knew if Harley ever saw the look on his face when he saw that woman in the bank he'd be in far more pain than when the bat had arrived. Thinking of the bat returned the angry scowl to the scarred man's face. He showed up right when he was about to ask just why the hell that woman was pulling his heist. She must have seen him coming before hand because she simply smiled, jammed her guns in the holders he had no doubt were beneath her skirt and managed to jump onto the bank counter and find her way out of the window. Batsy came waltzing in behind him and before Joker knew it they were fighting and good 'ole Batsy was about ready to drag him to Arkham when Harley finally decided to drag her ass to the heist.
She found them with Batman pushing Joker against a wall and trying to force handcuffs onto his wrists. Luckily she had her hammer and managed a good swing at the bat's leg, allowing Joker an escape route as Batsy fought off Harley. Now here he was, on his couch recounting the day's events. His mind drifted back to the woman. Who the hell was she? He'd bet anything the plant probably knew but both she and the Joker knew he'd never call to ask her knowing full well the plant was a damned psycho that would tell Harley everything. Instead, the Joker stood up stiffly and scribbled a note on a post-it before going to bed for Harley to find when she got home.
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
They're both very sweet,
But did I ever mention you've got a nice ass?Just a small little thanks to keep her wrapped around his finger for another day.
