A/N: This was a random moment with my best friend and we decided to write this. So We own nothing no matter how much I want the joker to be mine. Enjoy! we love reviews and will update as soon as we can.

Chapter 1

"Dollie, hurry the fuck up!" Spirit looked up as her large dog growled menacingly in the direction of the door.

"I'm going as fast as I can, hold your horses!"

"Well I'm sorry for rushing you, but Blacky smells something!"

"What have I told you about naming the animals?!" Broken Doll kicked open the huge safe just as a man in a whimsical purple coat and outrageous clown makeup strode through the door way.

"Helloooooo ladies~!" Spirit turned around with an expression that could only be described as...

"What. The. Fuck. Dollie, who is this circus clown?"

"The fuck if I know."

"They call me..." The strange man did a dramatic twirl, bowing low. "The Joker. But you can call me Mr. J." He winked at Spirit, who shuddered and rolled her eyes. "It seems you two lovelies are in my way. So I'll make this simple. You walk away quietly. I take my money. And we'll say no more about it! Or I kill you. How's that sound?"

"Hate to break it to you, Joker, but we were here first." With a wave of her pale hand, a large chipped mannequin stepped from its hiding place around the corner, approaching the Joker with lurching steps. He raised a gun and fired, but the mannequin kept coming.

"Well fuck!" He threw the gun at the mannequin's head. The head shattered, but the doll kept moving. "How do you beat this damn thing?"

"You don't." Broken Doll smiled sweetly, moving her hand to control the doll.

"Okay then, time out, let's talk this out like civilized people!"

"Screw being civilized. Sick 'em, boy!" The enormous black dog ran at the Joker, yellow fangs bared, just as the Joker whipped out a walkie-talkie and called in his henchmen. It did not take them long to surround the two women, take down the dog, and blow the mannequin to smithereens.

"... Well damn. Looks like we'll have to fight our way out by hand."

"Must we? I'll ruin my dress..."

"Dollie. Suck it up and rip that guy's head off." Spirit said as she ramped her elbow into a man's gut. Broken Doll sighed and swung her fist into another man's face. Joker could only stare in shock as his entire guard was taken down by a wild girl and a living doll. When every henchman was unconscious (or dead) on the floor, he was once again left standing alone against them. He burst into laughter.

"What even are you two?!" he giggled.

"Obviously, we are a crazy girl raised by wolves, and a slightly cracked British lady."

"You don't say..."

"We'll be taking our money and going now." As they strode out, arms full of sacks of money, Spirit leaned over and pecked his cheek.

"We'll see you later. Goodbye Mr. J~."