Hello, good day! I'm sorry its taken a while to update but I'm having to attend to some personal issues lately and not been sleeping cause now of all times my insomnia decides to be a bitch but any who on with the chapter!

Enjoy!

*WARNING*

-Adult Language-

Rachels pov

Life since mom and dad died had been difficult, not just cause they'd died but the fact I had to stay with my grandparents... Now don't get me wrong I love them but I wish they'd be the ones that had died... Like mom and dad where cool they understood me and what I wanted to do with life, I wanted to travel, I wanted to help my dad set up his business, I want to use my talking skills for good business. Yet, Gran and Paps couldn't see that, a woman was to make something of herself, either a doctor, lawyer or some other 'stable' carrier.

"Why can't you be more like your sister?"

"Why don't you choose to do something that gives back to the world?" Day in day out they'd say stuff like this to me. Day in and day out this was the shit that pushed me more into sneaking out at night to the night raves. To maybe just maybe be a business partner with one of the great criminals of Gotham... As fucked up as it was working for one of these guys was something, it was giving back to the world, sure it wasn't a stable carrier I could be killed for crossing someone or killed because of who I work for. However, if I played my cards right I could work for multiple guys or even manage to score big and have a permanent place.

Joker was that permanent place, the guy had been "killed" numerous of times but he always came back. Sure he was creepy as fuck up close but the guy knew his stuff, the men he had employed also knew their stuff. They didn't talk to people who didn't show they had talent, lucky I have the talent they need, after a few rounds of poker they knew I'm what they're missing. Hell Frost watches me like a hawk when I'm in the clubs, its kind of scary but its exciting at the same time; although he is kinda cute... But nope not getting on that shipwreck waiting to happen. What Harley didn't know this but out of the people who organise the Jokers fan posey's events I had worked my way up to being one of the organisers this allowed for more access to certain things.

I'm ripped from my thoughts as Harley storms into the apartment, throwing her stuff down and flopping onto the sofa opposite me.

"You alrigh-"

"He knows who you are." she cut me off, taking off her glasses and looking at me with concern filled her features.

"Who does?" I ask, not really wanting to know who she meant, I know she deals with a lot of creeps and I don't want the attention of the wrong guys.

"Joker, him and his clowns are watching you at the raves." she sighs, "Do you play poker with them when you go?"

"Fuck... He knows me?" I ask, sitting forward. The Joker actually knows about me? To be honest I didn't know what to feel, this was something I didn't imagine happening. Sure it's what I want but like I never ever thought it would happen... You know?

"What you look like and that you go but the name Quinn... Why do you call yourself Quinn?" Harley asks giving a disappointing sigh as she slouches more into the sofa.

"Well a number of reasons," I shrug again getting up and going to the refrigerator for a coke, " Don't want people using my real name or anything like that, plus no one here would dare call me Quinn." To my relief she laughed and got up and seemed less stressed out.

"Anythings going on tonight then?" She asks, letting her hair down and going to look for food.

"Yeah, in two minds about going cause one its Penguin and second bunch of the J gang want to go so might end up being a fight and I wanna see that." I laugh, Harley looks at me over her glasses that sit on the edge of her nose thinking.

"If you go can you possibly dig up some information about Joker?" She finally says with a smirk. This I liked. This was the sister I knew that wasn't all stressed out and paranoid.

"What type of information?"

"Anything you can find out. He seems to know a lot about you, I wanna know a lot about him." She smirks again, getting to work on making dinner. I pull out my phone and log on to the form group we have for the Joker sending out a message that we where go for tonight. I understood what Harley wanted and I was going to give it to her, hopefully by this it will prove that I'll be an asset to the Joker...

Or I'll be dead within the next few months.

You know when you have ideas for a story thats a good few chapters in but you're struggling to write stuff to get it to that point? I gots that.

But 4 days till the movies out! I'm so freaking hyped! And Theres something at the end of the credits, if its not Joker babies I'm gonna be sad... And and the pic Leto shared of Harley and Joker being so close! OMG I WANT TO SCREAM!

GA!

Okay so next update probably wont be up till after the movie so I will not spoilz for people who don't see it this week so yes...

Please let me know what you think, I'm really enjoying writing this stuff :3

Good day/night where ever you are!