One. Two. Three. The body slumped on the second shot, she just put another dose of metal into the sap for good measure. Rose took a deep breath and handed the warm pistol to Darius's expecting hand. She quietly watched him slip the gun into the loose waistband of his designer jeans. With a slight of adjustment of his fitted shirt the outline of the weapon was virtually hidden. Rose wasn't stupid, it was one of many he would kept on his person at all times. Her cheeks flushed when she realized she had been caught staring, of course she would be connected to ogling her intimating client.

"See something you like Miss Codwell?" Her embarrassment furthered, even her chest was blotchy from her humiliating actions.

"Have I proven my loyalty Mr. Dodson?" He extended his hand waiting for hers to accept the invitation. She eyed him wearily, but took a firm hold of his hand.

"Exceedingly so." He took a possessive arm around her waist and walked back out to the main street. They passed many people wandering the Gotham streets, busying themselves with all of city's night life had to offer. No one had paid them any mind or any extra attention. A fit black male escorted a tall, leggy blonde to a night on the town, nobody thought twice about the blatant stereotype. They had turned the corner of the final block, stopping in front of upscale bar. From what Rose could quickly deduce was it was an upscale mob affiliated bar. "Rose, would you like a drink?" She turned her attention from the curious eyes to the bartender that Darius had called over in front of them.

"Do you have a Riesling?"

"Right up Miss," the bartender looked to her companion, "Boss?"

"The usual." Darius leaned in towards Rose, "I thought tonight would be more of a champagne kind of night." Darius backed away only to move back in handing Rose her drink. She took a small sip, trying to regain her voice in the room full of stares.

"I do have to work in the morning." Darius chuckled, flashing his handsome smile at Rose's sincerity.

"Of course, Ms. Codwell, business as usual." He snaked his arm around her shoulder directing her to the closest VIP booth. "Everyone I would like you to meet, Rose Codwell, our new accountant."

Rose slowly rubbed her eyes, trying to fey away her drowsiness. She almost wanted to kick out her feet and stretch but there was something tight wrapped around her middle. She let out a shaky breath as she realized it was a strong arm tracing shapes along her abdomen.

"So what were you dreaming bout sweet cheeks?" She let out another shaky breath, what happen last night was indeed reality.

"I..." Joker pressed his body closer to hers, she could feel his lips and scars tickle the cusp of her neck.

"I don't like liars." She forced out another shaky breath, he giggled softly.

"I dreamt about my first night working with the mob."

"And-da?" He asked almost impatiently. Her anxiety intensified.

"It was the first time of many times shooting someone." Her body went rigidly stiff when she heard the click of switch blade being opened. He traced the tip of the knife down the side of her body.

"There is a lot of firsts to think about. First time I haven't killed a hostage in a weeks' time and you..." She felt the knife paused, slightly digging into her hip. "Letting a clown defiled Maroni's precious daughter. Couldn't let this hidden gem be locked away forever." Rose whimpered, the knife was cutting down into her skin putting unwanted pressure on her hip. Of course it didn't sound much like she was scared, no, no it gave Joker the opposite idea.

"Ah-yes. Fond memories huh?" He shoved her down on her back, she struggled hard against his hold, trying to buck her hips and kick her legs now the knife was nowhere to be seen or felt. "Ah-ta-ta-ah," he chastised, "look at me Rose." She refused, he wrapped his hand tightly around her chin, "I said LOOK AT ME." Her eyes stared straight at his dark ones which were boring into hers. He grinned down at her lovely, terrified face, he treated her to a wet sloppy kiss. He laughed again. He dropped his hold and quickly jumped up, "Come on Rose, we have places to go and people to see," he plucked his coat from her warm grasped. She pulled her knees close to her upper body, trying to shield her naked form from the cold and his wandering eyes.

"Where are my clothes?"

"Feeling a bit nippy?" She held her chest tight giving him a miffed glare.

"You were going to leave me this way." He grinned, licking his lips in excitement. She was comfortable accusing him of thoughts that he did have, but he couldn't let her know it. What was the fun if she knew all the answers?

"Maybe." He giggled as he 'gently' boxed the side of her face.

"I'll catch my death."

"You'll catch more than that if you go out there." Her eyes widened, there was no way that, "bathroom to the right, um 5 minutes. Then across the hall, down the steps third door to the left." He walked out the room only to pop his head back in, "every minute extra will cost a scream. Ha ha ha hah." She quickly made her way towards the bathroom, she really didn't want to find out if his threat was because of a knife or his other tool.

"Turn that vile smut off." Sal stared hard at the drink in his hand. What he had just witnessed had disgusted him to his core. If he had half a mind he would skin that clown alive for this. To think it hadn't cross his mind that his simpering, petulant daughter wasn't dodging his calls but actually missing and was being manipulated by the clown. How did he find out about her? Not even the closest family knew about her direct relationship to him other than his organization. "How many have seen this?"

"The box said 2 of 3." Maroni slammed his drink down so hard that it shattered. His lieutenant winced.

"Who else would that sick freak send this too?"

"We're trying to find out now."

"I'll kill him."

Rose kept pulling on the hem of the dress, it was too tight and too short. Besides she had no undergarments to shield her underneath. She probably would have been warmer and more comfortable wrapped in a sheet if there had been one. She stopped, a hand had blocked her path forward.

"Looks like you don't disappoint." Joker tsked, licking the corner of his scarred lips. He was examining the black dress that he had left for her. He tapped his wrist as if gesturing to a watch, "From my calculations Rosey you are 2 and a half minutes late, which would equal to 2 and a half screams."

"How do you get half a..." Rose paused hearing the click of knife opening again. He flipped her around, shoving her stomach hard into the wall. She tried to thrash against him, only for him to force his weight against hers. He began to rub her shoulder hard as if to prep the skin for about what he was going to carve into her now.

"You know how to get a guy going, don't ya?" She could feel his arousal. "How about this?" He dove the knife's tip into a healing cut. She screeched in pain. "One." He pulled away only to slam the knife farther into the cut, twisting it back and forth. She damn near dropped at how terrible the pain was. "Two." He giggled.

"Please, please stop Joker." She desperately pleaded.

"Too bad we can't get to three." He leaned into close, she could feel his hot breath through her disheveled hair. "And let me lick to the center of your tootsy pop?"

"No, I wouldn't let..." She yelped, feeling his two fingers jam up inside of her.

"Ha ha, three it is." She stumbled in shock, no sure what to do with her body. His fingers weren't moving and she definitely wasn't keen on welcoming it. She waited until he released his hold. She turned around slapping his hand away from his mouth. "Now the world may never know." He slammed his lips on hers, and pushed her down into a chair. Letting go after he could taste the blood from her bitten lip. He began to drum his fingers dramatically as other clowns began quickly setting up a laptop up for the both of them. Rose could feel her shoulder throbbing, but tried to ignore it. She was too interested in what he had planned next. She observed it being switched into DVD app.

"Are we going to watch a movie?"

"Ah yes, snookum." He clutched her hands in one of his bigger ones, "since we decided to skip ahead straight to killing and fucking, we're now going to do a movie and dinner." She flinched, he made it sound like she wanted this one sided relationship. Maybe in his demented mind he did. "And you'll be quite familiar with its content. Of course you're the star of the show." She went to interject, only to be cut off. "Shhh... Sshh... Wait for it." She looked away ashamed, she could see he had recorded his encounter with her last night. Her pleasured face could rival any porn stars, she was truly enjoying the way the Joker was touching her. She was sickened by her behavior. "You're going to miss the best part!" He exclaimed, she peered back at the screen only to be more horrified. He had added credits to the damn thing as if it was a movie! She watched as her name and the Jokers came up as starring in Maroni's Little Flower.

"Was this really necessary?" Maroni sounded bored and annoyed but Gordon knew better. He could see the man's knuckles turn white from clenching rage.

"Judging from your reaction this isn't the first time viewing it."

"No, unfortunately it is not."

"Who is she to you?" Maroni pointed a lazy tan finger accusingly at the commissioner.

"Who is she to you?" Gordon shook his head, obviously this woman meant more than mobster wanted to share.

"I do not want a turf war waged over this. Let us handle this." Maroni let out of bitter laugh, fixing his tie in the process.

"Let the GCPD handle the clown? Haven't you let him escape before?"

"You let him…" Maroni interrupted Gordon's rant.

"You leave the clown to me, this is personal." The mobster turned towards the door waiting for the lock to unhinge. "Stay out of my way if you know what is good for you."

"Who is she?" Gordon pleaded. Maroni shook his head unwilling to admit to anything.

Gordon turned towards the dark corner, "What do you think?" Batman had been studying Maroni and his response to the video. He was absolutely livid. Guilt gnawed at Bruce, he had almost gotten to her previously in the week but had failed to do so. The long cut tracing down her spine was a result of her attempted escape.

"She works for him that is known." Gordon flipped through the file Batman had just handed him.

"Looks like they got a replacement accountant since Lau and his competitors were taken out."

"She has been doing their books for more than 2 years, had legit standings. Perfect place to front a clean image. No one would suspect mob affiliation unless they did some digging. But she gave no reason too."

"She means more than that. Maroni is out for blood."

"Blood for blood? I've never met a more shallow man. Not his usual type." Gordon said doubtful.

"A daughter or niece possibly?" Batman ruffed out.

"There's no record of family other than the wife he repeated cheats on."

"Well the clever pun should be the indicator, Maroni's little flower, her name is Rose."

"A secret daughter? No one knew about and he had her right under everyone's noses."

"Yes, but how did the Joker find that out?" Batman wondered out loud.

"Why hasn't he killed her yet? What is the point of this?"

"As he said it's personal." As now it was too for Batman.