I am enjoying the reviews I get so keep them coming and everyone feel free taking a guess on the mystery woman. I'd love to see what people think she is or rather who she is. Now with the holidays coming up next week I might not get another chapter out before so please be patient and know it will be coming soon. And now back to the show!

(?POV)

As we left the club, Michael was pulling up out front like a good man and I didn't even hesitate to get into the back as my new pet opened the door for me. Then followed and sat down quietly. Both of them really were being quiet which I was thankful for in that moment seeing as I was still ready to lash out once more on anyone who spoke. My mind still going over the events once I entered the club and it had all been going fine till that damn duo or crime had to come in and interrupt. Plus the fucking nerve of that bitch slapping me, though can say she definitely had more balls than her stupid boyfriend. The idiot just stood there staring off into space. What kind of crime boss is he anyhow?

Shaking my head, I finally turned my eyes to gaze out the window trying to calm down and relax, but I was still so keyed up from that argument that it was going to take awhile before I even felt remotely like myself again. Did manage to gain a new pet and it seemed to turn some heads at least, wonder how it will go next time I run into the pair?

But what I couldn't shake was how Joker acted with me. I mean first I almost slap his queen, which he stops but doesn't say really much to me, I yell and tell him off prior only for him to say or do nothing and then he only yells for his goons to 'not' do anything after I kneed him, it wasn't making sense. That wasn't at all like anything I'd heard, read even about this man yet it's what I saw first hand. If I'd not heard one of his men going to question him, I'd of thought it was some kind of game or trick, but that most certainly wasn't the case. My eyes narrowing some as I think this over before shaking my head once more and letting my eyes close, I really just needed to get home and get some sleep. Maybe after a good night's sleep everything would be clearer for me.

When I feel the car stop and the engine shut off, I open my eyes right as Michael is opening the door and I immediately get out and head for the front door before pausing. "Teach him the in's and outs for working for me Michael and I expect him to know it by tomorrow." Without even waiting for either to respond I'm already getting the door open and heading inside, upstairs to my room.

Heading straight to the bathroom, that was inside my room I make quick work of taking the dress and shoes off, leaving them both upon my floor to worry about another time then remove what makeup I was wearing before making my way back into the bedroom and over to the bed. Only wearing my panties and slip exhaustedly under the covers, hoping once my head hits that pillow my mind will shut off at least for now.

"It's comedy and tragedy a perfect display for us both," I say softly before smiling over at someone who I then hear laughing amusingly before he then replies.

"So which one is representing you, comedy side or the tragedy?" Of course, his question has me laughing as well cause really I had no rhyme or reason for picking other than the image fit for us. "Honestly, we both are a mix of the two at least for me."

As the dream continues I realize I can't really see the man I'm speaking with, of course as it suddenly changes I find myself laying on a bed, topless face down with my head on a soft pillow, my arms up under and this serene look gracing my face. It's when a sudden mixture of warmth and coolness descent on my back that I tense up for a moment, before hearing this amused chuckle near my ear.

"Only you would represent us with a tattoo depicting Comedy and Tragedy baby." The voice isn't like the one from earlier and I realize the man from before most of been the tattoo artist and not whoever I was referring to for the piece, but his touch is nothing I've expected and it sends a shiver of desire through my body and he's only rubbing lotion on the tattoo as I was instructed. But damn does he make it sensual and his voice is like liquid silk, already I feel myself desiring more, as my heartbeat skips. The sudden movement of his talented fingers along my back, then side and down lower propel me suddenly awake with a start.

I'm panting, as I sit up suddenly gripping a hand over my heart trying to make sense of this and why I was having a dream in the first place after the night I'd had and of all things my tattoo. It just didn't make sense and I growled in frustration before falling back once more on the pillow. This is going to be a long night.

(JOKER POV)

As this woman walks out of the club, with my word she'd not be harmed I'm left standing there now feeling completely and utterly like a bloody damn fool. Since when the hell have I ever, ever allowed someone, let alone a woman to get the best of me like that, but then I remember just who I thought I was seeing and well I clearly know why. Shaking my head I turn and without a word to anyone head back through the crowd who is still staring no doubt in disbelief at what they'd just witness and I just can't even start to think about that now. I needed to clear my mind and figure out if what I was seeing was truly real of if I'd finally, completely lost whatever senses I'd had left.

I needed to get a grip on this, first I stood silently by while Harley and this woman argued, but not before allowing her to just blow me off like I wasn't the Crown Prince of Crime. Hell, I'd missed the argument escalating to the point Harley slapped this woman, no thankfully I slipped back into reality before she could slap Harls back, but damn it all why was I being like this? It wasn't me and I knew all who witnessed this were gonna be talking, I needed to get my fucking damn head screwed back on straight and focus.

"There is no way that woman can be…" A sudden knocking interrupts my private moment and I bite back the harsh reaction I wish to have and instead lean back on the seat awaiting Harls and Johnny who I know wouldn't leave me alone long.

(HARLEY POV)

Johnny and I were confused and slightly pissed at what had transpired downstairs, that wasn't a typical display or reaction from Joker and it has us both wondering just who the hell this woman was. Me probably more since I'd never seen my puddin' react like that with another woman, yet he stood there like he was in a trance most of the time her and I were arguing and then to call off anyone from reacting when she kneed him?

As he slipped up to our private lounge, Johnny and I didn't wait long before we both headed up as well and knocked on the door. He might have been acting all strange downstairs, but neither of us wanted to have our heads blown off if we just entered without letting him know.

Of course, as we do, he's sitting back slightly looking pissed and annoyed which doesn't help me any better with getting answers and I mentally growl.

"Boss? Harls and I are a little concerned about what just transpired downstairs with that woman. Who is she?" Leave it to Johnny to get out what I was exactly thinking while I make my way over to sit near him, cocking my head slightly. Of course when I go to place my hand on his thigh he is suddenly up pacing, running his own hand through that green hair and clearly, it seems upset.

I got to open my mouth only to have a sudden dark look shot my way and quickly snap my jaw close with a resounding snap.

"I shouldn't need to explain myself to either of you, but seeing as I do…" his tone was dark and I could tell he was mad, but I wasn't sure if it was really towards us or this situation and chose to remain silent for now which it appeared Johnny did as well.

J started pacing again, his hands clenching at his sides before he finally let out a frustrated sigh and started to talk. "That woman is like a ghost, a haunting from the past long since forgotten by me and I can't even begin to explain how. She really shouldn't even be here, alive that is since the last I can remember was being told many, many years ago she was killed. Shot dead!"

The way he put so much emotion into dead had me wondering somewhat about why it was affecting him, but I knew when J was like this to 'not' interrupt unless I wanted to be on his receiving end.

(JOKER POV)

This was driving me insane, just talking about it was making me angry and yet I knew the two of them weren't going to just let it go. Hell, I wouldn't of let it go if the situation was reversed, then again I wouldn't of fucking let that woman leave here alive either. But damn it.

"I was told she'd been shot in the back dead in some alleyway on her way to work…" I can still remember the phone call and being shocked because I'd only just seen and spoken to her an hour before the call was sent. My pacing was back and I could even feel my breathing getting irregular which wasn't helping me at all, but I just couldn't help it.

Glancing over at the pair I noted Harley with wide eyes and a clear confused look, while Johnny was giving me that 'I know you have more to share' which only annoyed me and I growled before slamming my fist into the wall. "Boss…" "Da…" I glared right at the both of them as they attempted to speak and quickly silenced them.

"Now I'm sure you both or hell anyone can see people get mistaken all the time, but it isn't that simple. The tattoo on her back? Comedy and Tragedy. I knew that tattoo and saw it enough to remember the exact details and color down to the smallest dot to know that is the exact same one. But even I wasn't going to believe it, least not till she turned around."

Pausing I allowed my eyes to close while clenching my fists, wondering if I was mad at myself, her or just this situation at the moment and I wasn't sure of the answer even. My fist was throbbing from where I hit the wall, but I didn't give it another thought at the moment. "That dark brown hair, those piercing blue eyes that look as if they could see into someone's soul are the same ones I remember. It was like the minute I gripped her wrist, she turned and we made eye contact a veil was lifted and this rush of images and memories from long ago came to me at once. Not that I can make fucking sense of them all really right now."

Dropping into the other couch I lean my elbows along my knees while running both hands through my hair in frustration. Thankful, at least the two of them aren't giving me the twenty question game and instead of keeping their mouths closed and allowing me to talk. Guess one thing is going right for me this evening.

My head suddenly jerks up as I feel a hand on my arm only to find Harls there and I sigh once again before she finally speaks which causes a brow to arch.

"These images you mentioned from when are they coming?" Her question was a logically sound one and hated that I needed to answer it.

"From before I became the Joker." Standing I just needed to move, it wasn't really Harl's per say that was frustrating me or maybe it was at least adding to it, I really wasn't sure.

"But boss I thought you said you couldn't remember anything from your past? How did this woman trigger it all? Just who is she?" Johnny's voice had me shooting him a look before I dropped my head back and hit the wall knowing it was only a matter of time before one of them asked me this and now I had to be prepared for my answer might do or mean for either or both of them.

"Not sure how she triggered it, though I could take a guess…" Pausing once more I exhaled sharply, staring up at the ceiling a moment, "She's…"

Mwhahaha yes, I know I'm evil making you wait for the next chapter, but I love suspense and wanted to see if anyone figured it out. Hope you all enjoy this chapter and have a great Thanksgiving!