The morgue. It had been so funny, hadn't it, getting out of school early to be driven to the morgue? Science, social studies, english, and then cold lifeless corpses to finish it all off.

The morgue, really, did it really happen that way? Wasn't this just some sick dream, how does this happen to normal people? Mother was covered from the neck down her hair fanning down beneath the blankets, her eyes were closed, and she could see her beauty mark on her left lid. Seriously, was this happening? How much was a gun going for these days? Dad, a bear of a man, bald head, eyes closed, his mouth in a grim line. Daddy was never grim, what was this? When were they going to leap up and yell surprise?

She turned to the police officer and had to ask who had done it. He told her that they would find out and bring the criminals to justice. He squeezed her shoulder in comfort, but there was no comfort received. The only thing that could be felt was this gnawing sensation in the pit of her gut.

Police officers? Who really needed them when you could take care of these things in a much easier fashion?

Rebel Ray is what they called her. Rebel Ray because of the fact that she chose no sides. She hated everyone, felt no love for anyone and if necessary promptly destroyed everything. She knew of and could handle nearly every weapon of destruction ever invented, she created her own personal weaponry, and knew over a million ways to kill the human being. She had several tattoos that acclaimed her record of bloodletting and there were warrants for her arrest in several countries. She was known long ago by a different name, but with her parents dead and after taking care of her remaining pesky relatives, it seemed it was better to call her by the name she requested. She was fifteen when she lost her parents, sixteen when she got her first car and killed her first person, eighteen when she had made a place for herself in the mob, nineteen when she had risen in the ranks and successfully shot the boss, twenty-two when she had mastered twelve different forms of martial arts, twenty four when she invented a handgun that shot twenty eight interchangeable bullets that left no kind of identifying marks when fired, and twenty five when she met him.

He approached her around noon, she remembered because it was the same time her favorite soap came on, The Young and the Feckless. She was at her desk, sitting naked save for an apron and gloves covered in grime and soot mixing several powders and liquids together for a new weapon she was putting together. She glanced up as he approached her, assessed that she really didn't give two shits that he was standing there, and proceeded to let out a stream of curses as the chemicals once again rejected each other.

"Damn, fucking, retarded, nonsensical, piece of shit!" A small explosion took a huge chunk out her desk. She glared at the spilled chemicals and the acid slowly making a meal out of her table. Sighing she removed one of her gloves and ran them through short silver and black hair.

"What the fuck do you want?"

"Well,uh, have a...proposition for ya."

"Not interested, now go away," Rebel hissed as she rose from her chair and walked to a small cupboard. Opening it she took out more chemicals and set them on the table. She once again put on her gloves and resumed her work, her tongue ghosting over her lips as she tried to figure out what went wrong last time.

"Uh,try the ah, nitroglycerin with that one on the,uh, left there."

She glared at him, but did as he said. No melting tables, no explosion, what a bastard, she decided. He laughed raucously at her pouting lips.

"So you're a chemist on top of it all,huh?"

"I just,ah, no what goes good together, when,uh, it comes to blowing things up." A wink, really?

"Right," she gazed at the slightly unhinged smile that appeared even more insane with such poorly stitched scars. He licked his lips and grinned wider as he took notice of where her eyes fell. She growled, bottled the formula, and took off her gloves. She didn't know what the clown was about but her gut said it wasn't anything good, not even by her standards. She looked into storm grey eyes searching for some semblance of truth, lies, anything, but only found a stale lifeless stare. A clown, huh? He certainly wasn't a happy one. She stood up and walked to the other room which was both a shower and a chemical hazard room. She left the door open and motioned for him to come in. He stepped in lightly scraping the hardwood floor as he followed. She grimaced at the annoying sound but said nothing. She turned on the shower, motioned for him to sit on the small bench on the wall and stepped in.

"Cold, water? Wow."

"It's not that bad," she replied as she threw over the apron. It rested neatly onto the rail. "So what do you want clown?"

"Something,uh, funny."

"Right, okay...what kind of funny? Haha I shot one guy funny or heehee I took down an entire city block funny?"

"One guy."

Calculations were already forming in Ray's head. Nitrous oxide, mixed with what, she scrubbed a particularly ugly smudge from her shin.

"So your a one victim at a time kinda guy?"

"Uh...no. Just want this one done...my way."

"Gotcha." She turned off the shower and Joker passed her the towel that was hanging beside him. She took it, mumbled a thank you and proceeded to dry herself off. Completely nude she stepped out of the shower noticing how Joker's eyes roved up and down her body. She knew that he was seeing a beautifully shaped work of art. There was a long scar that danced and shivered its way from her hip to her upper thigh, but that was the largest one. There were a few cigarette burns scattered intermittently on her arms, and a long jagged scar along her stomach. She pressed her hand against her tummy as she thought of how she had gotten that scar. Beneath that was a snake, and each wring on his body stood for five deaths, there forty rings. She had a rose on the small of her back, a petal for each family member she put down. It was good to remember the little things that made one happy. Naked as the day she was born she walked to the backroom which was both a living room and her bedroom. She was never one for fancy things and liked having areas completely used and compact. The exact opposite of Bruce Wayne, she thought grimely.

"I was thinkin' something along the lines...of,ah, laughing gas. But...funnier."

"You mean poisonous, alright I get that." She reached into her closet and threw black leather pants, leather jacket, and an ACDC shirt onto the bed. She bent down to recover her favorite black boots, decorated with so many straps, laces, and buckles there was hardly any boot at all. She also took note of the fact that Joker was probably getting a good view of her ass and her pussy, but she only bothered to spare him one withering glance before standing back up.

"You, uh, have to get dressed?"

"Yes, I have to go out. Why? Interested?" She had her back turned to him when he traced tentative glove fingers down her neck to cup her ass. She shivered slightly and turned to face him. He eyed her, a little spark of life coming to the deadened grey irises. He stepped closer to her until his shirt was practically caressing her breasts. He leaned in and took a luxuriously slow sniff. Ray's eyes narrowed but she let him make his assessment. Finally he pulled away satisfied with his findings, stepping away so she could get to her clothes.

"Interested,"he murmured darkly as she pulled up tight leather pants over curvaceuous hips and cute plump ass. She pulled on her shirt before she replied,"That's too bad then. I don't date my customers, especially when they're as fucked up as you." With a speed that nearly surprised Ray the Joker pushed her onto the bed. Taking it in stride she did a backward roll until she was leaning against the headboard. She reached beneath a pillow and pulled out a sexy P232 Sig Sauer. It was red and had a jagged black heart painted on the side.

"Cute," he said a snicker escaping lips.

"It is. It is very cute. It is so cute, in fact, that its customized bullets could put down fuckin' Shamoo the whale. It is so cute that I could get three shots off before you even make a fuckin' sound, before you even realize you're dead."

Joker crawled onto the bed until the gun was embedded into his chest. He had both hands on either side of her hips and his face was a quite close to hers. She wasn't nervous or afraid, he wasn't there to hurt her, he just wanted to see a good scare. He pushed down the hand gripping the gun and pressed painted lips to hers. She had expected the kiss, but not for his lips to be...soft. He let loose a smooth pink tongue and licked her closed mouth until she opened it with a soft sigh. He rapidly entered laving smooth tongue over every area of her mouth. Her tongue joined his battling for dominance. Her body moved forward and she managed to shove him flat onto his back taking control of the bruising kiss. Gloved hands squeezed her ass tightly and she responded by swaying curious hips into his groin. He growled and flipped her onto her back for a moment breaking the kiss. She watched as he got onto his knees, pulled down black slacks, revealing smiley face boxers and an already hard cock. She stopped his hand from pulling down the boxers.

"Let me." She let small yet, calloused hands ghost over his hips and yanked down the comical boxers to his knees. He was huge. She quirked an eyebrow and he smirked as if to say, 'Now what princess?' Not to be upstaged she took all of him in her mouth on the first try. He groaned through clenched teeth as she circled her tongue around the base of his cock. Gloved hands threaded through short wet hair. He pushed her down further hoping she'd choke, but heard nothing. She moaned deeply letting vibrations ripple all the way down until he was bucking into her mouth at a break neck pace. She placed two hands on his hips and pulled off his cock until she was lightly tracing the head. She traced her inquisitive tongue over the tip making him shout and then took all the way till he was hitting the back of her throat. He ws so shocked at the sudden move that he almost came in her mouth. Grabbing her by her hair he pulled her off earning a satisfying choking sound. Yanking her up he pulled her against him and took her mouth into another almost painful kiss. He bit down hard on her lip and licked away little dribbles of blood. She bit down even harder on his making him giggle a little. She smirked but gasped as a heavy hand slapped her ass. She glowered at him, but he only shrugged and bit her throat, using one arm to squeeze her as he spanked her ass repeatedly. Another cry of pain and finally she pushed him away. She grinned widely up at his manic smile.

"You hit like a pussy."

He giggled and smirked coldly,"Let's be serriooousss then."

"Let's." Ray turned around and got on all fours. At this point she was extremely wet and knew she was soaking her pants. He too thought of this, leaned over and grabbed her pussy right through her pants. She moaned and began to rub against his hand.

SMACK.

She groaned and rocked back into his hand as he caressed her clit through the fabric. SMACK. SMACK. SMACK. She was whimpering and groaning, head buried into the pillow.

"How's that Rebelll Ray?" Another smack even harder than the others , as he ducked a gloved hand into her pants. She wasn't wearing underwear so when he had his slick gloved fingers against her it was all she could do to keep from shrieking. He plunged two fingers into her wet heat earning a deep throaty growl. He wasn't satisfied and forced in another two fingers until he was practically fisting her. She pumped against his hand cursing as she did so. He plunged his fingers deep into her hitting her sweet spot and she cried out his name her head against the pillow, her hands clawing the sheets. She knew that was enjoying watching her cum like that and when she felt she could move again, she got back onto her hands and knees.

"You gonna finish me off or what,"she said turning her head back to face him. He pulled the leather pants down to her knees. She saw an odd grin on his face as he positioned himself at her entrance. He took off a glove, not before licking away every drop of her satisfaction, and pulled on her hair as he slammed into her. She screamed loudly her hands once again fisted in the sheets. He shrieked with glee as he pulled out nearly all the way and stabbed back into her. Again and again into her tightness, until he was yelling just as loudly as she. Her head was bent, but it wasn't for long as he pulled her hair to get her to face him. His soft lips took hers in another demanding kiss. An almost feral sound escaped her as he hit her sweet spot again as he kissed her. Again he plunged into her harder and deliciously faster until she was screaming incomprehensible curse words. "Fuck,shit,damn,fuck,cunt,dammit, God!" She was seeing stars as he it her sweet spot over and over again. Her legs felt like jelly as she came so hard her vision nearly went black. He pumped into her a minute longer as she laid against the sheets and then came hard scraping one ungloved hand against her back.

Sated, he laid her head against her shoulder, which she found she didn't mind. They stayed that way trying to catch their breath, the bones that had practically liquified under all the intense fucking. Ray shrugged him off and sat cross legged on the bed. "You still owe me a hefty amount of cash for that thing you want."

She heard him chuckle behind her as he began redressing himself. "Doll, do me proud."

She said nothing as he got off the bed, but shirked off her remaining clothes as she hopped on one foot back to her closet. Wiping away dripping cum from her thighs with her shirt she reached for a pair of black'n' white striped leggings and a black dress. She put on her boots, snatched her makeup kit and clomped into the bathroom. After about fifteen minutes she emerged her hair done into a little cute elfin style with small curls framing her face. Her heart shaped lips were decorated in black lipstick and her eyes seemed even more intense when enshrouded with frosty blue and silver eyeshadow. When she stepped out the Joker let out a wolfish whistle and clapped his hands. She smirked and gave him the finger before joining him in the work room.

"I'm going to have to go shopping for the things you need. It'll take me about a week to make if I can get the contacts I need. Gimme a day and I'll have a rough estimate of the money I'll need."

"Gotcha."

"And...if you don't mind my asking what exactly are you planning on doing with this stuff?"

"Easy, putting a smile on everyone's face."

"Hn. Sounds like fun, if you need a partner count me in."

"Babe the minute you kissed me I considered, ah, you being in."

"Well, then things are certainly going to get fun."