I sigh as I sit at the station. Bored. They had qestioned me for the last 3 hours. They got nothing much. I said I woke up to my maid telling me to get out. That the Joker had burned my home to the ground. I had gotten our money out, since it was kept in my room.

They had nothing to charge me with. I had pretended to cry for them. I had played innocence the whole time. I played the Jezika Gotham knew. I was not Biondi in their eyes.

I was dead tired. I sat in the interrogation room. My hair hung around me. It was bothering me. I had taken all of my weapons off and given them to Carlton before the police found me with nothing on me, no money, no deeds. Just me.

"Miss di Morte," the officer snaps. They were trying for the good cop, Bad cop.

"Do you have a ribbon or anything so I can pull my hair back?" I ask in a softer form of my voice, the one I used in Gotham's eyes when I was Jezika di Morte.

"We-" the cop starts to yell at me.

I just lift my eyes from the table and lock them on the cop. I was calm now. 'Numb to the pain.' It hurt not to have Father, but it is better this way.

"My client is tired," my attorney defends. His arm brushes my shoulders. "Her hair is wet and it is cold in you have anything to charge Jezika with?"

The cops look at each other. No. I read it clearly. Travis Blinter, my attorney stands. I follow his lead and let him put his arm around my shoulders. Guiding me from the small room and out of the building.

Flashing lights, yells for my attention and the cops trying to keep the media away from me startle me. I look up with wide eyes.

"Miss di Morte!" the closest reporter calls. Their microphone was close to my face.

"Do you have anything to say about your father's death?"

I look at the camera. My eyes flash. I was aggrivated now.

"My Father just died!" I snap in a dark growl. "How do you think I feel?"

"Miss di Morte is not available for questioning right now!" Travis yells over the din of the crowd. "Come, Jezika."

"Where will you stay, Miss di Morte?" another voice in the crowd yells.

I slip into the waiting black car. Travis got in the front passenger seat. I sit up more then. I take in the car. Not one of mine. A window separated the back from the front.
I look out the window. We were headed the opposite direction of my new place. I knock on the window. Travis didn't turn to look. The driver shifted a little.

"Where are we going, Travis?" I ask.

They do not reply. I growl.

"Travis! I know you can hear me! Where do you think you're taking me?" I demand.

The sound of the locks clicking into place causes me to turn and look at the doors. I jerk atound to look at Travis. I had nothing to defend myself with. Nobody to fight.

"Sir?" Travis says into the phone.

"Travis Blinter!" I yell as I kick with both feet at the window. "I'm going to kill you! You traitor!"

Travis was panicing into his phone. He looked back at me nervously before hitting a button. My eyes widen at the sound of gas. He was going to drug me.

"Travis!" I scream as my vision starts to fade and my body go limp. The world faded to black on me.

"Wake up," a high male voice calls as something touches my face.

I jerk awake. My fist was flying before my eyes opened. I felt it contact with his abdomen as my eyes opened. The clown was laughing as he stumbled back a few steps.

I jump to my feet. My hair was down and in my face. I flip it from my face as I flick my eyes around the room. A warehouse. Men dotted the room. Some were sleeping on the floor. Some socializing. Some watching TV in a make shift living room. Only three look toward me.

Lex. Joker. An unknown. Travis.

I launch at Travis. He screams like a girl as he turns to run. He doesn't get far. My arms circle his waist as I tackle him. I recover quickly and pin him to the ground.

I smirk down at the man as he yells for help and pleads for his life. It all flooded out in a high frightened voice. His hands beat at me weakly. A pathetic attempt.
I grab hold of his head and bash it on the concrete floor. He shuts up, too stunned to talk through the pain. His eyes were unfocused at the moment. I knew he would hear me.

"I keep my word, Travis Blinter," I purr as I put my smirking face in front of his as his eyes focus again. His mouth opens to yell. I lift his head. He shuts it fast. "Good. I hate your voice. Just stay quiet."

I bash his head down harder. I hear his skull break as he screams in pure pain. Again I swing it down. The screams slowly fade as I continue. Blood splattered me as I beat his head to a pulp.
I sit back on the dead body, breathing heavy and calm. I use a blood soaked hand to slick my hair out of my face, it stays back in the hold of the sticky goo of Travis's blood.

"Mistress?"

I turn my face to look at the speaker. I lock my golden amber eyes on him. What he saw must have been frightening. He shivered visibly when I looked at him.

"Lex, what a suprise," I drawl in a happy voice, "Did you wish to join Mr. Blinter? We both know how I am about traitors."

He gulps and steps closer to me. He had his suit on. Hair slicked back.
"I'm not a traitor."

I stand slowly. My long arms stretch above my head and reach out for the sky as my long, thin form stretches with the escape of a yawn.
"Do explain," I drawl.

"Your father gave me to the Joker so he could have somebody on this side."

My eyes flick back to Lex. He was telling the truth. I run my hands down my black slacks, cleaning the blood from my hands.

"Sorriso is no more, Lex. I killed him."

"I know, Mistress. The mafia has split and returned to normal life or joined other gangs."

"My men?"

Silence. I turn my head to look at him. He looked grave. I frown a little.

"Your, uh, father was getting rid of them when I came," the Joker says fromehind me.

I turn my head to look at the clown. He was smiling at me. I clear my emotions from sight.

"We haven't, uh, officially met," he says stepping closer as he looked me over. I watch his face.

"I'm the, uh, Joker."

"Jezika Liza Biondi di Morte," I drawl with my hand out in offer for him to take my hand and kiss the knuckles.
He frowns at my blood soaked hand. I pull it back with a smirk. He smirks at me. I step away from the body and growing puddle of blood. I glide, on my bare feet over to the sink they had set up.

I wash my hands of the blood before splashing my face to get any blood off. I turn my back to the sink and bend backwards, putting my hair under the running faucet. I didn't want to be covered in blood too long.

"Lex."

He comes over without question. I turn my back to the room while taking my bloody top off.

"Give me yours."

He slipped his off quickly and held it out. I pull his large shirt on and button it. I roll the sleeves up as I turn back to the Joker.

"Why did yo-"

I tumble backwards. All I saw was the Jokers face.