**** The italics is her reminiscing or dreaming about previous moments.

Rose glared at the monitor beside her, it blinked menacing indicating someone had entered the lobby and went passed the front desk. She internally sighed, her receptionist must have taken her lunch. Her clients looked up from the portfolio reports she had handed them. They were reviewing the vast improvement of their investments.

"Is there something wrong Ms. Codwell?" She smiled sweetly trying to mask her irritation with her receptionist.

"No problem at all, do you approve of your more diversified portfolios? I see this quarter was exceptionally well."

"Yes, this is promising, we would like…" Rose's client paused at the knocking heard on her door, she could see two preteens waiting impatiently at her office door. Rose smiled and waved for the two youngsters to enter her office, she could see out of the corner of her eye her female client tightened her grip on her male companion. Rose just wanted to roll her eyes, she stood up from her desk greeting the preteens.

"Marcus, Daniel, I have lunch set up in the conference room. Go ahead and start without me, I have some business to attend to."

"Yes, Ms. Codwell." The boys replied, shutting the door. The three adults stayed quiet until the boys were out of eyesight.

"I would like to apologize, my dinner company came an hour early. They must have been eager for today's catering." Which was for the most part true, Rose had lunch with many unprivileged children, but these two were sent there for her.

"Well, Ms. Codwell you are full of surprises aren't you?"

"I grew up with strong sense of frugality and strict ideas of how to spend my money, but it left a lot to be desired. I like to share some of my wealth with children that I know had less savory means that I did growing up."

"Aren't you an angel, David, I think we should continue investing here. I think our money is best spent with someone who cares about our community." Her husband nodded his head, looking over the numbers again. She was good, very good at growing their wealth.

He quickly pushed from the desk making the chair spin around, the wheels clamoring against the floor trying to keep support his weight and violent movements. She looked up from her nails, she had been picking at them for lack of anything else to do. Just picking at her nails and musing in memories. Joker paused his laughter and antics, when he caught her stare.

"I'm bored," he wheezed out like a child. He grinned at her.

"And?" She nervously asked, he turned his head slightly to the side licking his scars. She didn't like that look one bit.

"Come here." She slowly stood up, not wanting to anger him. She already had enough wounds to tend to as it was. He pointed to the ground in front of him, "Right huuree." She cautiously stood before him, trying to rid herself of her stiffness, she needed her movements to be fluid and adaptable. She needed to be able to carry herself for the whiplash of his personalities.

He yanked her wrists hard, slamming her body down onto his lap. She was awkwardly straddling him while he held both of her arms on either side of his head. Without saying a word he began to furiously rubbing his face in between her cleavage. She took in a sharp breath when she felt him nip the top of her breasts. She tried to hold in a giggle when his scars tickled her sensitive skin.

"Something funny?" His grip intensified.

"No." She squealed out. She blushed looking away from him, "it's just, uh, I like that." One eyebrow lifted and he let out a callous chuckle.

"Mhm." He pushed her from his lap, her head colliding with floor with a sickening crack. She tried to hold her throbbing head but Joker pinned her hands with one of his gloved ones. She stopped moving when she heard the click of the knife. He traced the knife from the crook of her neck to the top of the dress he made her wear. "Still excited aren't we?" He grunted out pushing his hardened dick against her leg. Suddenly he sliced the front of her dress, nicking her breast in the process.

"OW." He lapped up the blood, making her shiver.

"Take this off." He commanded, she pulled away from him. Trying to pull the ruined dress off carefully. He dragged her back to him, giving her no chance brace herself for his brash caressing. He smothered his lips over her, while one hand wrapped in her hair, he took a firm grasp of her ass. She moaned, confirming what he had already known, she wanted this. "I'm going to make that ass clap for me tonight." She desperately tried to match his groping and heated kissing. She started pulling at the buttons of his shirt, he smirked. He pushed off from her getting the hint. She watched at his torso graced her eyesight. His body was riddled with scars, much more excessively then hers currently. He was very toned as well, the sight made her heart raced. He concentrated on removing his pants when she quickly rolled back 3 times staring at his surprised face from the mattress rather than the floor. He growled at her, "Where do you think you're going?" Her bottom lip trembled at his tone but she answered him.

"Nowhere. I just wanted you to come over here."

"You think you make ME do whatever you want-ta?" She nervously shook her head. It wasn't her intention to make him upset.

"We both know I cannot make you do anything you don't want to." He raised an inquisitive brow at her response. He continued to remove his pants, kicking them to the floor. Before she could react again, he pulled her to her knee in front of him.

"Open uppp." Popping the 'P' as he spoke. She stared up at his maniac eyes, they were dark with need and desire. She flicked her tongue at the end receiving a hiss from above. She slowly, and deliberately slid her mouth down his shaft, swinging her tongue back and forth as she pulled back up. Rose repeated the process several times. Her hand gently cupping his nuts, while she moved her tongue around the head. Next she took a calculated breath and pushed her lips all the way to the base, her lips firm against his pelvis. This gesture, was something that really excited him. He became rock hard in her mouth, causing her to gag slightly. Joker couldn't stand the agonizing pace she had set, it needed to move along quicker. He began to push his hips back and forth, while holding her head in the same spot. He could feel her gasp and shudder as she tried to get quick breaths in before he slammed back into her throat again, and again. The slight graze of her teeth felt, uh, felt amazing against his increasing throbbing member. He quickly threw her off of him, she could feel tears slid down her cheeks as air finally filled her lungs. Without speaking a word, he flipped her around and shoved her up half down to the mattress. He spread her legs apart, and pushed into her from behind.

"Joker." She mewled out. He grinned, wrapping his fist in her hair, thrusting into her without a care in the world.


No one will truly understand the pain that she had been through. She turned to see the Joker snoring, even his sleeping noises sounded like laughter. All the innocent sounding lies. She wanted to reach out a caress his bare face but it would only displease him. He hardly slept and about the time he finally did she would ruin it. She didn't want to have another bruise. She just wanted to observe, she just wanted to stay like this. Be with the man without the makeup, without the ever changing, impossibly fast mind, without his violent tendencies. She just wanted a small part of this brilliant man. She wanted to be selfish and keep it all to herself. At times all the chaos, the disruption of normalcy, was exhilarating. Far and few in between. But she knew better, him and all his...quirks were a packaged deal. One she couldn't just pick and choose from, even though she tried desperately to thwart his plans for her father. Her father had never really been directly involved in her life, but the romanticized version of him her mother had instilled upon her was not a disappointment like she had originally feared. He was sleazy but eloquent. He had kept appearances and yet kept track of her comings and goings.

"What you staring at toots?" Joker mumbled, still not wanting to succumb to being awake and alert. It was still very early in the morning. She just let out a sigh, she thought she was being relatively quiet.

"You." She replied, hoping it would satisfy him. Without missing a beat or opening his eyes he grabbed her waist and pulled her close to him.

"Well toots, I'm staring at the back of my eyelids and you should do the same." He nuzzled his head in the crook of her neck. "Don't wanna hurt that little brain of yours. Back to sleep." And like that she lulled off to sleep in his arms.

"What was so important that I had to get dressed like this?" Rose gestured to her cocktail dress, and continued. "And why am I carrying? If things happen I can't very well run in these heels." Darius just took another drag of his cigarette but didn't reply right away. "Darius?" She could see the apprehension in his face, he flicked the Marlboro out the window of the moving vehicle.

"I don't want you all worked up. You're not in trouble." That made her feel slightly better, but she could feel him holding back.

"Why do I feel like there is another reason though?" Darius sighed and looked at her from the corner of his eye. He could see her contemplating all the possibilities before he could get the words out. He snatched her hand, trying to soothe her panicking mind.

"The boss wants to meet you."

"Meet me as in how? I just do the books, I just do what I'm told, I just…" She shuddered, he squeezed her hand a little tighter.

"Well you're not his usual type, so I wouldn't worry about that." She slapped his hand from her sometimes lover, most the time boss. How dare he assume, just that, how, argh, just she wanted to slap him.

"Fuck you Darius. I'm not a whore, just because I've been very causal with you, does not mean I do it for everyone. I'm insulted."

"Rose, I didn't mean it like that." He paused, gauging her reaction. It was a losing battle.

"Whatever Double D." And that was it, she only spoke his full name or nickname in anger. He wouldn't be able to convince her otherwise. Sometimes he wondered why he word vomited so much in her presence. It's like he couldn't think straight. She glared out the window, seeing a bright club approaching in the distance. She was going to meet this unknown at a nightclub? Just her fucking luck. She slammed her head into the window and sighed annoyed.

The music was blaring in the club, the strobe lights flashing making her feel as if she was walking through the crowd in slow motion. She could feel the heat and breathe in the perspiration of sweaty bodies moving. She clutched his hand tight. He dragged them near the bar and away from the music. They were greeted by a group of bodyguards and women. Very beautiful women who glared at Rose. Darius dragged her to an older gentleman who was causally sipping his drink. "This is Salvatore Maroni." Darius gestured, and promptly dropped Rose's nervous hand at the raise of an eyebrow.

"Hello sir my name is..." His smiled disarmed her. There was something familiar about it. "Is Rose," she said cautiously.

"Nah, I think there is a better name to describe such a pretty face."

She blushed, "and what would that be?"

"Trouble." Her hand dropped, her smirk faded into a sad smile. Darius as well as the entourage could tell the sudden change in the air.

"How did you know about that?" She questioned. He smiled, beckoning for her to follow.

"Let's talk privately." He dismissed his guards with a wave of his hand and had her follow he into a VIP room. She put her arms in front of her, insecure was what was to happen next. He pulled a bottle from a bucket, and motioned to her, "wine?"

"No thank you." She politely declined. She wanted to be sober for this particular encounter.

"I thought the Italian in you would be more prominent."

"How do you know my heritage, or my nickname growing up?" He grinned, she noticed a happy gleam in his similar colored eyes. They almost looked like the ones that greeted her every day in the mirror.

"I'm a bit disappointed that you don't remember meeting me." He raised his glass, breathing in the sweet scent before taking an appreciative sip. "I have always kept tabs on my little girl."

"Come again?" She stared at him in disbelief. He turned towards her, playing with a rebellious strand of blonde hair.

"You look so much like your mother."

"Answer my question."

"To make the answer simple, I am your father."