"I can take him, dad." Nikola breathed heavily in the midst of the chaos. Jokers chaos. When she didn't get a response she shouted. "Dad, I said I-"

"And I said to leave it." Frank growled back, running towards the front door.

Nikola's hand pressed tightly to her wound and glanced over the desktop, the sounds of screaming turning into scenes of mass hysteria as the Joker fired his gun into the air, sporting that manic laugh if his. "Dad-"

She started but was immediately cut short. "I don't care what you can do Nikola, get out before the bat arrives."

"Or Joker's goons catch you." Casey quipped, seemingly out of the danger zone.

"Yes thank you Casey." Now their mother was the feed, panting heavily as she ran to their safe spot. The gang had come up with an escape route for if something went wrong, they had to plan for every possibility, especially in Gotham. "Your fathers right Nikola, stand down."

"But-"

"Stand down!" The rest of the family shouted at once, making the woman roll her eyes.

She breathed heavily as the pain subsided into numbness. Why couldn't they let her do this, let her show her strength, her power. She was trained. Though, they'd always held her back from doing just that and she was sure that would continue until she killed them. She didn't mean that, she meant outlive...maybe…

Ripping her earpiece out, Nikola growled in annoyance and launched it across the marble flooring. Her hand fell on the small switchblade she had strapped to her leg just in case of emergencies (like the one she was in) and pulled it from underneath the hem of her dress. She breathed heavily as the chaos continued behind her, sure that murdering and looting was very much part of the Joker's agenda, maybe even hostage work. But instead, she inspected the blades grip. A opaque blue swirled around it, keeping for an easy grip and as the blade shot up, so did her adrenaline.

She needed to get out of here but her methods were a little more… unconventional than the rest of her families.

With another quick glance over the desk to see if the coast was clear, Nikola gingerly pulled herself to her feet and began to run in the direction of the door. The casino's door. People hurried past her, screaming, crying and being darn right babies about the whole thing. She didn't know why she wasn't obeying orders (yes she does) but she continued that way, the way of the mayhem, for the staff door.

As she was sneaking, she felt an arm around her stomach, pulling her back. It stopped her in her tracks, jerking her body and making her hiss in pain from the bullet wound. Her immediate thought was the Joker, making her heart kick up a gear. But he was too tall to be the Joker. It hit another level with the Bat's face flashed in her eyes, she hoped to fuck that it wasn't him, she prayed. She'd prefer the Joker to him, at least they had something in common; thieving.

It wasn't him either, there was no glove on his hand and his voice, didn't sound as distorted as his. "Where do you think your going." He said calmly, holding tightly to her wound.

Nikola's jaw tightened, her hand gripping the blade. "Home." She temmered in anger.

A chuckle, deep and rich came from the man holding her to him. "Oh no, I think Joker would like you as his little play thing… he likes himself a blonde."

Holding her breathing steady as this vile creature tightened his grip, trying to be assertive, Nikola spoke calmly, just as the blade flipped up. "It's fake." In one swift movement, Nikola had the knife sticking out of the man's legs, spurting blood, she pulled it out, feeling the blade penetrated his stomach before the guy curled over and fell to the ground. She inspected the blade, seeing the man lying there within the chaos, and knowing they were ignored, she teased him. Slowly, she ran her tongue along the blade, tasting the mans hot blood. Humming, she licked her lips. "You might wanna hold onto that leg," She smirked. "I think I hit a main artery."

With a wink, she ran off, leaving the man in a pool of his own blood.


Chaos turned to the quiet hum of police sirens and no sign of the bat as the Joker, swung his gun around his fingers. Dollar notes fell around him as the maniac hummed a sweet lullaby of success. Mission done and very quite successful, he thought happily to himself.

He watched as his men packed bag after bag of 100 dollar bills into the bags they had, delighted with himself. His plan was executed perfectly; infiltrate from the inside, create chaos, take off with the casino's money.

Why he'd never thought of robbing this place before, he didn't know. He'd usually stick with banks but lately they'd become too mundane. Always the same hostage situation bullshit; the cries of help, pleads for mercy, the tripping of the alarms, being chased by Batman…

Though the last one… he kinda like the thrill of.

"Boss." One of his goons called, the one with the big, vein injected eyeball.

Joker snapped from his daydream with a growl of ignorance. "What is it Bally?"

Even with the big eyeball on his head, the goon felt intimidated by the Joker's stare, so vicious. "Uh…"

"Well, spit it out you big dumb prick!" The Joker spat, growing impatient.

"It's Frost." The eyeball replied, a dull concern to his voice. "He's-"

"A bigger, better and smarter version of you?" Joker hummed with a giggle. "I know, that's why you're wearing that on your head and he's not."

"No, boss, he's been stabbed." When the eyed goofball managed to finally spit out what he was trying to say, Joker's smirk and any signs of playfulness had disappeared.

He didn't spit in anger, didn't laugh in his usual deludedness but instead, with a face like it had been carved by marble, said; "Take me to him, now." And that's what eyeball did, straight to the casino floor, where, Frost led, looking pale and weak.

"Boss." He grumbled weakly, covered in a layer of cold sweat.

Joker shushed the grumbling man and looked over his wounds. His head turned when he saw the deep wound to his thigh and the one to his stomach. Whoever did this, knew what they were doing, but who. "Yknow who did this?"

Frost nodded his head weakly, head cushioned by a pile of dollar bills (a good improvisation). "Th-the receptionist… the blonde." Joker frowned, he couldn't really remember, they all looked blonde to him. "You shot her…" As frost said that it clicked. "In the chest."

"And she got back up?" Joker smirked, handsomely surprised by that.

"Well…" Frost coughed. "She did stab me. Twice."

Humming, Joker stood to his feet, an interested smirk to his lips. Shot in the chest and point blank range and yet somehow still alive. That intrigued him but it also made him rage, unthinkable things coming to mind. This woman, who he'd shot in the chest for her blatant disregard for his stature, who should have probably died, had stabbed his right hand man and likely killed him… Joker wanted to know who this woman was and where she'd gone.

Frost screamed out in pain as one of Joker's goons tried to move him, making the clown growl in annoyance, pistol whipping the man. He was in no mood for any of that shit. "Get him to the unit for treatment and someone get me the name of that fucking receptionist!"


Nikola groaned, jumping through the window of their safe house. It was their hide out when things turned sour, like right now. The front door was never used for a reason; it was a derelict just like in Fight Club. No one cared about the house, Gotham city council didn't want to tear it down or sell it on. Probably because it was so close Arkham Asylum. So they could go incognito and plan all their heists, like the one that just fell a hundred foot down a slated cliff.

She knew her family were in the basement, she could hear them but she was hungry and annoyed, so instead headed to the kitchen. Sifting through the dirty fridge, the curdled milk and rotten tomatoes, Nikola grabbed the remains of a pasta salad and dug in, closing the fridge behind her.

As she did, she came face to face with four guns pointed her way and four in combat people holding them.

"Fucking hell Nikola." Frank sighed and eased up, flicking the safety back on. "We agreed to meet half an hour ago, where have you been?" Her dad demanded to know.

She rolled her eyes, putting the pasta salad down, it tasted tangy anyway. "Yeah well I was a little busy trying to escape the casino unnoticed." Sometimes she was a little child maybe even a teenage when she spoke but that came part and parcel with her indenting love of sarcasm.

It was then that her mother, Amelia noticed the blood stain that took up most of her chest and rushed over to her daughter with a gasp. "You've been shot!" She squealed, checking the wound. Nikola was a tall 6 foot while her mother stood at a mere 5'4, making the old woman worry over nothing.

"It's fine." Nikola sighed as she pulled back her too revealing just a small red blemish. Though her mother kept fussing. "Mom! It's healed, are you fucking blind!"

"Don't talk to mama that way!" Casey shouted, the older brother becoming defensive.

"She's freaking out over nothing, it healed you dick!" Nikola angered, ripping her blond wig off. "Remember that thing I have where I can regenerate cells!" She pushed her older brother, anger boiling.

"Don't talk to him like that!" Shannon jumped in, coming to the aid of his twin.

Nikola growled. Her eyes changing from the bright blue they'd been to their natural green, her voice changed as her anger built. "Get off my fucking back!" She screamed. "We've just blew a $100 million job because of the Joker!"

Just then a shot ran out from inside the safe house, the echo carrying outside as Nikola's body jerked back and hit the floor. The bullet was enough to knock her out as it landed between her eyes. "Now everyone calm the fuck down." Frank shouted, his gun smoking.

"Calm down?" Nikola groggily mused, pulling the bullet from her forehead, the blood dripping down her nose. "Five months I spent being that fucking receptionist, five fucking months dad!" She growled. "I had to obey the rules, had to be pushed around by my boss, abused by customers for shit all?!" Nikola fumed, cheat pumping. "Now you're telling us to calm down after all this fucking work? Huh? That's bullshit!"

"Nikola calm down." Amelia tried to be the diplomat.

Though Frank stepped in. "No, Amelia, she's right." He asserted himself. "We worked too long and too damn hard on this job for the Joker to fuck this up for us."

Nikola threw the bullet to the side, her skin healing up the wound. "We should fight back." She suggested, nay, demanded in the same assertiveness her father had.

Shannon however didn't like that idea. "Whoa okay, that's a no." He gulped. "Sure the Joker fucked us outta $100 mil sis but going after the him isn't necessarily the best idea."

"Yeah I agree." Casey added making her roll her eyes at the twins disregard for any pride.

"He just fucked us outta $100 mil and you'd rather like your wounds than fight back? That aren't our way Casey." She stood tall, her teeth gritted in anger, voice dripping with revenge. "When the Joker fucks you, you fuck him back harder. That slimmey green haired, lipstick wearing mother fucker fucked with the wrong family." She smirked. "And he's sure as hell gonna know about it."