JPOV:

I parked my dark purple Vaydor, custom made to my taste in the center of my three car garage. It was a mean looking piece of machine. It was low to the ground and aggressive looking and there was only one in this color in the entire world and I would kill off the designer before another one was about to be made. It had a fiberglass body that would probably fit on a standard G35 Infinity, extremely black tint and a few other little things that I had, had added just to mine.

I let myself out and stretched taking a look at Harley's hot pink convertible. I outwardly rolled my eyes. The thing was wedged between my baby and the door that led inside of the house. The space on the opposite side of my car was where our van rested, an all-black thing that was made to hold some of my henchmen and a portable lab comfortably.

I headed in to the house and was greeted with the sound of laughter. The place I owned was a nice sized two story; the bottom being a kitchen, living room, dining room, gym, study and bathroom. The top was made up of another half bathrooms and six other bedrooms. There was an attic above the place that housed a few of my toys and there was a cellar down below that wasn't just for wine but was made much like a bomb shelter up to date where some of my "friends" got to stay.

I cast a look at myself in the hallway mirror. My green hair was a little messy. I slicked it back and then smiled at my reflection. I adored my teeth. Maybe that was why I laughed so much. A mouth full of silver caps proved a reminder to whoever I smiled at that I had been the one to kill Batman's good ole sidekick. Poor poor little Robin who got his wings broken and could no longer fly. I smiled wider at my own pun before hearing the laughing of the bird brained idiots on my payroll.

I stalked down the hall and turned through the open door way of what was the living room. The laughter ceased and I pouted fakely.

"I wanted to laugh."

"It was nothing boss," Sebastian said quickly.

I smiled at the kid. He was my second in command and he had made it his job to look after the lives of his lessers. His life and loyalty overall fell on me however, much like Harley. Except I wasn't sleeping with him so I didn't have to pacify his pathetic ego.

"Someone tell me a joke," I leaned against the door frame and then produced my gun and pointed at the kid closest to me.

Sabastian started looking around rapidly, no doubt looking for a source of inspiration for a joke. He looked at his two right hand men; Derek and Ethan who both shrugged.

"Shit!" his hands ran through his hair as he looked down at his feet from where he sat.

"Tick tock, boys," I taunted.

The guy on the other end of my gun was having the wheels in his head spin rather quickly. I enjoyed toying with my henchmen. The fear that the let off when I was around was something that I practically fed on.

"Three… Two…"

"Why didn't the toilet paper cross the road?" Sabastian hopped up and pointed at me.

I tilted my head to the side and scratched my chin with my gun.

"Why didn't it?" I turned my head to look at the boy on the other side of my gun, his hands clasped together as if he was praying.

"It got stuck in a crack."

I let my head fall back and I cackled. Sabastian let out a gust of air and collapsed back in to his seat between Ethan and Derek. The guy beside me made a cross and wiped his forehead with the back of my hand. My laugh died on my lips rather quickly and all eyes turned back to me.

"That was horrible," I decided.

"C'mon boss. It was a joke. You never said it had to be good. Besides, you're The Joker. Nothing we ever come up with will be as good as yours," Sabastian scratched the back of his neck.

"Are you flirting with me, Sabastian?" I raised my eyebrows and Sabastian laughed.

"Only if it's working, boss."

I liked Sabastian and that was a rarity. I didn't typically like anyone, but he was never phased by my weirdness. I assumed that was why he hadn't been killed yet. He refused to give me a reason to kill him.

"Come with me," I pointed to the three top henchmen and then spun around and headed out of the room.

I paused and rushed back causing them to pause in the doorway. I stuck my head in to my living room.

"The next person laughing at something besides me in here tonight will be killed," I hit the wall with my palm happily, "Good night, boys!"

I turned back and partially skipped towards the staircase and up the stairs. When I reached the top I stretched.

The half bathroom was in front of me with three bedrooms on either side. My bedroom was at the far end of the wall to my left. Harley's room was at the far end to the right. I started to the right and Sabastian fell in line beside me. He and Harley weren't particularly fond of each other. Harley was jealous of him. He disliked Harley's flirtatious attitude. It was hilarious really that little Sabastian thought that Harley Quinn could break my heart. I wasn't even sure I had one of those, but that stupid caring thing that he did made him an even better bodyguard. No one got in to my presence without meeting with him first.

I stopped at the door before Harley's and pushed it open.

"Orange," I said simply, "I want the room decorated in orange. Don't paint my wall obviously, but the carpet, the comforter, the lamp. I want all those things orange. I want the two closets cleaned of Harley's things because I know that she has more clothes than what could fit in her two closets. Throw them on her bed or her floor, or burn them. I could care less honestly," I cracked my neck, "and have it done in four hours."

"Four hours?" Ethan scoffed, "You want us to have this room re-carpeted in four hours?"

"I've done 266 yards in 14 hours alone. We can do this room in four hours," Sabastian said tightly.

"Why are we doing the room orange?" Ethan asked.

I took a deep breath and then turned slightly and blew Ethan's head off of his shoulders.

"Any other questions?" I smiled at Derek who shook his head from side to side instantly.

"Good. Don't fail me, Sabastian," I turned to him and ran a hand along his cheek with my hand still holding the gun that I'd killed his friend with.

Sabastian hadn't flinched. He nodded.

"I'll pull up the carpet," he told Derek, "You find some orange carpet and send some of the guys up here."

Derek nodded and then hurried off and I clapped happily and jumped up and down. This was so exciting! We were enlarging our family! Of course I spent more time hating Harley than tolerating her, but when I did tolerate her we were quite the team and every once in a while, rarely, she sparked something inside of me. And Hadley had that spark.

Hadley was the opposite of Harley. When I had laid eyes on Harley she had been well put together. She had known what she wanted. She had been calm and quiet and smart. She had been a regular Sunday school teacher. Hadley on the other hand was chaos wrapped in a cute little body. I had broken Harley, but Hadley needed repair and seeing how I was broken that would be a challenge. I enjoyed a challenge. I would put Hadley back together. Then, I would tear her back apart, not enough for her to retreat in to herself like many girls did with a heartbreak, but just enough for her to be a dependent addict like Harley. She would bring up the total of undyingly loyal followers I had to three and the challenge of the mission was only half the fun. That was why I enjoyed dealing with Batman. He was a challenge and since good ole Batsy had gone under the radar for a little, Hadley would be my quick fix it project until he returned.

I skipped back down the stairs and paused outside of the door frame. There wasn't a laugh to be heard and I assumed that they'd heard the gun shot. I sauntered in to my living room and collapsed on my couch between two of my henchmen, putting an arm around each of their shoulders so that they would squirm which they did. I was sure they were watching me more than they were watching their idiotic television show.

"I want to watch the news," I looked from one of the men to the other.

They both jumped to their feet and scrambled to find the remote. My eyes landed on it instantly on the coffee table and I leaned back and let one of my arms rest across the back of the couch. Good help was so hard to find. I let my head fall back and I laughed loudly at how stupid they were. My laugh tearing through the silence caused them both to jump and finally one of them realized where the remote was. He grabbed the remote and quickly offered it to me. I continued to laugh, before taking it.

"Thank God that you're pretty," I laughed and changed the channel.

The second I saw the zoomed in imagine of Harley Quinn my face fell. That stupid little bitch. She was in the middle of a high speed chase, her passenger, Hadley had her head down as if she was either laughing or crying, her face hidden from the camera. Harley was looking at her and talking rapidly as she drove. I was going to kill her. If she led the cops to my house I would kill her. If she damaged Hadley's face I was going to kill her. I assumed my face showed my anger, because the henchmen left in the room all crowded together in one corner of it.

I leaned my head back and laughed again thinking of all the things I would do to Harley Quinn if she messed up my game before it even started.

X

Hadley POV:

When Harley pulled up in front of a house I openly gawked at it.

"This is home," she said happily.

She stopped the car in front of the steps leading up to the front stairs. She jumped gracefully out of the car and skipped over to my side. She yanked open my door.

"Well c'mon. We only have like 5 minutes left," she smirked and then turned her back to me and started towards the stairs.

Don't get out the car.

I closed my eyes for a few seconds, bracing myself on the door before I climbed out took everything in, the lush green grass and the fountain that sat in the middle of the ground, making the front of the house be greeted by a circle of bricks to house the grass that the fountain was placed in.

I followed Harley up the stairs and then the front door was yanked open and The Joker strolled out. He had on black sweat pants and nothing else, showing off his large array of tattoos; a skull with a jester hat covered the entire right side of his chest, the hat running over to the top of his arm. HAHAHAHA was written on the other side taking up that side of his chest. Four cards rested above the HAHAHAs, the only one that was shown clearly was the Joker and that tattoo ran over to his neck. He had "JOKER" tattooed over his mid stomach, right about his belly button. His right arm held the tattoo of what looked like a rabbit from where I stood and beneath that was a tribal cuff going around his arm. His left arm was a dagger, going from his shoulder to his elbow. The handle was made to look like a bat had been stabbed with it and it had been driven in to the hilt, the bat laying flimsy on the handle. I admired his ink. He took the two stairs down to meet us and I looked up at the tattoo on his forehead and then jumped when Harley fell to the ground holding her mouth.

RUN!

His hand was still where it had met her face. He'd slapped her. Hard. Hard enough for blood to be spilling out of her lip. She spit on the ground beside where she was and I fought with the choice to help her up or stay out of The Joker's way. I would be next.

Hadley! Stop being a fucking idiot!

"Get up," he ran a hand through his hair and Harley pulled herself up.

She spit red out near my feet before looking up at The Joker.

"When you decided to be Harley, Harleen," he spat out Harley Quinn's old name, "Did I throw you in to the fast track?" he took two more steps down so that he was beside me, facing Harley.

I didn't want to turn around. I didn't want to see what happened to behind my back. I wasn't afraid. I'd seen women get beat by men my whole life. I swallowed.

"Well, no Pud-,"

"When we became a family," he purred the word, "What happened first?"

"You electro-"

"I prepared you," he hissed, "Was Hadley prepared?" he took another step down and I spun around.

He grabbed Harley Quinn by her hair.

"I- I- Pud-,"

"Answer. The. Question!"

"No," Harley shook her head to the best of her ability.

The Joker took a deep breath and then leaned in to Harley Quinn. I watched as her eyes fluttered closed and his tongue dipped out and licked the blood on her lip. Harley was visibly melting against him, despite how hard I knew he was holding her hair. The Joker paused and before Harley could open her eyes again his head met hers and blood gushed out of her nose. He let her hair go and she stumbled backwards again. He had head butted her.

That's going to be you! My sister sang at me.

It was a small price to pay to make her shut the hell up.

He laughed, a loud, nerve wracking sound as he made his way back up the stairs and to his past place in front of the door. Harley Quinn was already back on her feet, wiping her nose with the back of her hand. I turned back to look at him. His arms were crossed over his masculine chest. He was looking at me, his gaze burning through me and making my heart hammer, some mix between horrid attraction and brain numbing fear.

"Bed," he said tightly, "Now,"

Harley nodded and then made her way up the stairs. The Joker grabbed her by the face before she could brush past him.

"I don't like to hit you," he said simply, "If you would listen to me and make better decisions I wouldn't hit you," he was talking to her but starring at me.

"I know," Harley said quietly.

"Put something on your face," he said darkly and then he shook her head lightly, "and be in bed before I get up the stairs."

"Okay, Puddin."

"Now, be a good girl for daddy tomorrow, okay?" he leaned in and bit her cheek hard enough for me to flinch.

"Promise," she said immediately.

I watched in wide eyed fear as he planted a quick kiss to Harley's forehead and then released her face before pushing on it and sending her in to their house.

I stood with my feet together, my hands in front of me. The Joker smiled at me then, a silver filled smile that made my stomach tighten.

Run. Run. Run. RUN! Run like the scared little girl that you are!

"I have rules in my house, Pumpkin," he said his smile never wavering.

I nodded once.

"Stay away from my office. Don't talk back to me in front of my men," He paused and put his hand under his chin as if thinking, "Don't talk back at all. Oh, and you have to earn your keep," he took a step towards me, "Harley cooks and cleans. You can help her. You wake up when I wake up. You don't leave without permission. Your hair needs to stay that color. You don't smoke. You don't drink," he took the next step down and leaned in to me, my face practically buried in his chest, "You don't talk to or look at my men very long," he grabbed my chin with his cold finger and tilted my head up, "I don't like sharing my toys with others."

He leaned down.

"You belong to me now," his breath tickled my ear.

He stood back up. His green eyes caught me and I froze, all of me, from my head to my feet. That signature smile spread over his mouth and his hand drifted from my face down to my shoulder and then he trailed it behind me and grabbed me by my neck, dangerously hard.

"Are you going to be well behaved?" he asked.

"Yes," I choked.

He released me and took a step back. And then another and stopped in front of his front door. He held out a hand to me.

Stop. Don't go in there. He's going to hurt you.

I shook my head clear. One second she was taunting me and the next she was warning me. I took a breath. Of course, she was telling me he was going to hurt me. He would stop her from being able to control me all the time. I took the two steps quickly and placed my hand in his.

The Joker slid his hand free and threw an arm around my shoulders.

"Welcome to the fun house," he sang as he led me inside and kicked the door shut behind him.

He led me towards a room and when we entered it I took in the wide array of men in the living room area. They littered the three couches that made most of a square and the floor. Some of them had pulled up dining chairs and were sitting in them. They silenced when we entered.

"This is Hadley," The Joker said and bounced on his feet before pushing me slightly away and grabbing one of my hands to twirl me in a circle, "She's mine," he said darkly, all hint of happiness gone, "Welcome her."

I wasn't sure if I would ever be able to keep up with the way his mood changed. Little welcomes came from several places around the room and then the Joker turned back towards the door and grabbed my hand again, pulling me along.

He didn't talk again.

He led us up the stairs and to the left of his long hallway before opening a door.

A room with white carpet stood before me. I tried to take it all in, the windows, the dresser, the two doors that were on the left side of the room, the large bed in the center of it where Harley sat up, her hands in her lap, her hair down allowing her pink and blue ends to mingle together. All of the furniture was black, pitch black.

"Bathroom," he pointed to the nearest door, "Fix your face."
I didn't need to be told twice. I cast a look at Harley, the girl that had just been lively and fun filled and laughing happily as she danced with death and won, while she now looked like a sad little girl.

I headed in to the bathroom and quickly rinsed my face off and when I turned around a shirt was thrown at me, hitting me in the face and then the door was slammed shut. I looked at the shirt in my hands. It was a dress shirt, an oversized one. I looked at it. I was doing this. I was here, in the home of the Joker, as his… what? I wasn't sure what I was here as. But, I was sure that he hadn't killed me. He hadn't punched me or anything like that.

My stepdad had hit my mother. He'd hit her and controlled her, but we'd been alive and we had never gone without. He had provided. Maybe this was what my life was meant to be- from one abusive father to one abusive mate. I shook my head clear. I couldn't call The Joker my mate. He had taken over for my stepfather however. He was going to take care of me and protect me and discipline me when I was wrong. That was what my stepfather had done. That was normal for men to do that, right? It was nothing I had never dealt with before and the voices wouldn't be around. It would be like my childhood. My childhood hadn't been all that bad, right? I looked up at my face bare of makeup, at my deep freckles and then I lifted my shirt over my head. I removed my shoes and socks and shorts and then yanked on The Joker's shirt, buttoning a few of the bottom buttons. I let my hair down and folded my clothes before setting them on the seat and heading back in to the room.

You don't have to go back out there.

I cast a look at the bed. The Joker was laid out in the middle of it, his hands behind his head as he laid on his back. Harley was laying on the right side of him, her face partially on his chest. Her face lit up when she saw me and she gave the space on the other side of The Joker a pat. He looked at me and I slowly made my way over.

Hadley! Get your ass out of there!

I climbed in to the bed and rolled over to face The Joker, mimicking Harley and putting my hand partially on his chest. She reached over and laid her hand on mine. She smiled softly at me and I smiled back as the two of us laid there- on our own personal devil.