Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or elements in this story that appear in the film "Repo! The Genetic Opera".

A/N: This piece - and others in this collection - are from drabble/one-shot prompts I've received on my Amber Sweet RP blog. Unless otherwise noted, assume all pieces are unconnected.

Summary: Amber Sweet and GraveRobber have a little chat after she has taken control of GeneCo...

"Do you wanna explain this?" GraveRobber rips a poster from the brick wall and holds it up for Amber to see.

"It's a PSA, you nitwit," GeneCo's new CEO says sweetly. "I would think even you can read three, little letters…"

" 'GraveRobbers will be shot on sight'," GraveRobber reads. "What the fuck, Amber?"

"Oh, that."

"Yes, that," he says. "What the fuck is that about?"

"That's nothing."

"Nothing," echoes GraveRobber heatedly. "Nothing except my life."

"Cool your balls," Amber says, rolling her eyes. "It doesn't mean you…"

"Oh. Phew. I'm relieved. For a minute there, I thought it meant that GraveRobbers would be shot on sight. So glad to know that what it says isn't what it actually means…"

"Don't be like that. My GeneCops have explicit orders-"

"Because there's no such thing as friendly fire."

"I had to do something," she growls. "The public keeps riding my ass about the city's graverobbing problem."

"So your solution is to have me executed? Good fucking luck getting your Z somewhere else."

He starts to walk off.

"Not you," says Amber. "Your competition."

GraveRobber freezes. When he whirls around, a snarl curls his painted lips. "I don't need your help squashing the competition. What I need is to be left alone."

"And you will be," Amber promises. "My GeneCops have explicit orders not to go after you."

"Oh really? What did ya tell them? "Don't shoot GraveRobber. He's a graverobber, but he's a special graverobber?' You don't even know my fucking name Amber."

"Oh really?" Amber asks. "You so sure about that… Joseph?"

GraveRobber stiffens. Amber grins wickedly.

"I may be pretty, but I'm not dumb, sweetheart," she coos. "I've known your name for years now. I just never had a good reason to use it until now."

He's silent and he watches her the way an antelope might watch a lioness in the grass.

"Now," Amber continues. "Why don't you be a dear and put the poster down and fuck me against the wall as planned?"

"Fuck you," he says. Then, for good measure he adds, "Carmela."

"Nobody calls me that," Amber says. Her wicked grin is gone and replaced with abject horror. "Not even my cunts-for-brothers."

GraveRobber shrugs and rolls up the poster. "Nobody calls me "Joseph". So. It's only fair. Now, Carmela, what were you saying about fucking you against the wall…?"

A/N: "Joseph" is the name given to GraveRobber by one of my lovely RP partners: amightyfinepredicament. I wrote this fic especially for her.