You looked yourself over in the mirror. The extra afford to look good had paid off. You smelled good. You looked good. You felt good, considering. The bruising on your neck was still noticeable and your side had been incredibly sore the pass two days. At the time, the rough playful sex at the club with J hadn't seemed that rough but your body proved otherwise. You grabbed a jacket with a high collar. You looked in the mirror and popped your collar in an attempt to hide the purple and black marks on your neck. There is no way in hell. You chuckled to yourself, then folded the collar back over. You shrugged it off. You figured most of the bruising got lost in your tattoos anyway or that's what you told yourself.

Your phone beeped. Looking down at the text that came in:

J: MOVE IT. WE'RE HERE.

The boss and his very best guys, you excluded of course, were outside waiting. The coldness took your breath as you stepped out the door. You quickly locked up and hurried down the steps. You may a beeline to the closest SUV. As you placed your hand on the handle the window came down. Mo was driving and shot you a smile.

"Boss wants you in the other one." Mo said.

"Oh, OK." You glanced toward the other SUV in front.

You quickly glanced at everybody else in the SUV and gave them a nod. Then headed to the other vehicle. The back door of the SUV popped open slightly. Queing you in to where the boss wanted you. You flung the door open, hopped in and slammed the door behind you. Before you even looked, you knew he was beside you. You could smell and feel him. It made part of you completely excited. Of course, you kept that part tucked deep away, hidden from the world. He was relaxed sitting in the middle of the back seat, both arms stretched out, draped over the back of the seat. As you settled in, you found yourself tucked in nice and close to the boss.

You gave J a nod and acknowledged him, "boss."

Then you move on to Jonny, who was driving, "Frost."

He lifted his fingers off the steering wheel, giving you a small gesture of acknowledgment, as he started to drive. The other SUV followed behind. You glanced over to J. His head was tilted back with his eyes closed. You quitely and carfully adjusted yourself for comfort. He was overly invading your personal space. It was on purpose or at least you assumed it was. He said nothing. After a while you looked out the window, you watched the city pass by. It was quite and there was a slight tension in the air. You could see his reflection in the glass and saw him finally move.

"We've got one more stop." He ordered.

"I got ya, boss." Jonny answered as he looked back at J using the review mirror. "Should I call her? Make sure she's ready this time?"

J gestured 'yes' to him.

After knowing he wasn't speaking to you, you turned and looked back out the window. You felt J's body shift toward you. Turning your head to look at him, he stopped you by placing his hand against your neck, you stared ahead while he touched your neck. He ran his fingers over the bruises, he left one hand on the nap of your neck. You enjoyed his touch but remained very aware that someone else in the vehicle with the two of you. He tugged the collar of your jacket down as far as he could. Then J snapped his fingers, gesturing to you to pull your coat off of your shoulders. You leaned forward and slipped the coat down, off your shoulders. You looked to him, seeing what he wanted. He motioned for you to keep going. So you did. You pulled your arms out of the coat, letting it fall between you and the seat. You sat back and continued to look at him. He was eyeballing your neck still. He moved in closer, keeping his hand on your neck's nap. He used his free hand to unbutton your shirt, making you uncomfortable until you realized it was just enough so he could pull your shirt collar down over your shoulder.

"Which one is he?" He asked as he pawed at the black and purple Xs tattoos down your neck, collarbone, shoulder, shoulder blade and part of your upper arm. "The uncle."

"W-which one was for my uncle?" You shallowed hard.

"The large purple one, near my collarbone." You spoke softly with a little fear in your voice.

You had hoped he was going to let it slide. Telling yourself, maybe it wasn't a big deal to him. In reality, you were surprised he hadn't confronted you about the stunt sooner. You knew you had jeopardized him and the whole crew by killing your uncle. How far J would take this was anyone's guess.

"Here then?" He said as he touched the spot on your lower neck where the X was at. He paused for a moment. Then moved on.

"This one's your father." He ran his thumb over the top purple X, near the top of your neck.

You shook your head 'yes'.

"And your brother." Again, he rubbed his thumb over another purple X in the sea of black Xs.

"I bet you remember each and everyone of these...each kill better than the last." He traced some of the Xs very slowly.

"Or maybe you don't." He slipped his hand down your shirt pushing more of it out of the way.

"But." He quickly jerked his hand out and eccentricity held up one finger.

"That one," he poked the X that represented your uncle. "It wasn't an actually kill at the time, now was it? "

His voice turned sinister, "Was it?" He bared his teeth.

Suddenly, his grip on the back of your neck tighten violently. While holding out the other hand toward Jonny, "Givemme a lighter."

You cringed as you heard the order come out of his month but made no attempt to stop him. Jonny handed him a zippo. Then J handed the Zippo to you. He reached into his enter jacket pocket and pulled out a knife. You felt him push his weight against you.

"Light it." He ordered you.

Your hand trembled as you opened the Zippo and struck the flint. The flame danced in your shaky hand. J curled his top lip over his silver teeth and held the knife blade to the flame, allowing it to get hot. He slipped his hand from the nap of your neck up, into your hair. Once his fingers were tangled in your hair he pulled back on your head making you fully expose the tattoos on your neck.

He rested his forehead on the side of your head and whispered into your ear, "The next time you do something so stupid, and risk everything...I'll kill you."

You felt regret. Regret for having done something to jeopardize the trust he had in you. Disappointment wasn't something J handled very well. And deep down you knew that still being alive was only due to the fact that you had proven yourself over and over again to be one of his paramounts. Still, it couldn't go unpunished. It wouldn't go unpunished.

His breath tickled your ear as he continued to pull your hair. He shoved you into the door, pinning you between it and him. You cut your eyes down to look at the knife. It was no longer in the flame, he was distracted. You could feel his lips brush against your ear lobe, causing a shiver to run threw your body. He sensed it, causing him to nibble at your ear lobe, then giving it a hard suck. A moan escaped your lips. Your enjoyment caused you to drop the zippo into your lap. You felt him smile against your skin. His ego was being stroked by your state of fluster. He was panting, out of excitement, as he pulled harder at your hair and continued to whisper to you.

"If I ever do kill you... I'll make sure it's painless. I'll make sure to fuck you before hand." You could feel his body moving from his panting.

He growled loudly into your ear letting the growl turn into a slow chuckle.

"We'd both enjoy that." He breathed into your ear.

Your lips parted with a softly gasp of excitement. As crazy as it was, threat or not, you were turned on. Suddenly, he pulled his head away from you.

"Where's the lighter?" He asked.

Your eyes popped open and you felt around your lap tying to find it. It wasn't there, so you started feeling in the seat around your legs. You stopped suddenly when you felt J's hand reach down between your thighs. He was feeling around and started to move his hand under you, causing you to lift your butt out of the seat. He smirked, making sure to touch as much of you as he could while still feeling for the lighter. When he found it he stopped moving his hand, but left it under you just long enough to make sure he was driving you crazy.

He handed you the lighter and nodded for you to light it. He began to reheat the knife blade , moving the blade back and forth across the flame. With a forceful jerk of your head, he had unobstructed excess to your neck. J pressed the red hot blade into your skin, burning off the tattooed X that symbolized the "kill" of your uncle all those years ago. At first, it felt like an ice cube against your skin. Then a terrible stinging sensation started to build so quickly, that you had no time to prepare yourself for the pain. You cringed and let out a cry. You bit down on your lip, keeping yourself from making another sound. It hurt but it wasn't anything you couldn't take, you told yourself. J bared his teeth as removed the blade from your skin.

"Ooooh." He grinned. "That's gotta hurt." He laughed.

It did. The pain only got worst, like a slow boil, after he removed the blade. The burning and stinging continued to build. You could smell your brunt skin, it stunk. Your eyes were closed and your month pressed shut tightly. You remained pinned between J and the door. He studied your reaction. Once he saw that you were keeping it together, he loosened his grip on your hair and slid his hand back down to the nap of your neck. He suddenly stabbed the knife into the door, leaving it there.

He shifted his weight so he wasn't holding you agaisnt the door as much. His hand brushed your knee, before slowly moving up your thigh.

He bit his bottom lip quickly and spoke, "Now that that's over..."

You opened your eyes and squinted and at him, "Fuck you, J." It came out as a whisper.

His hand stopped moving up your leg and he squeezed your thigh hard. He started to gently rub the nap of your neck. His grin turned into a dirty little smirk before busting into a laugh

"That's why you're my favorite, kid." He relaxed his pose, sitting back.

He made it possible for you to have a little breathing room. He quickly turned his attention from you for the mist part. He continued to rub your neck, letting his fingers glide over over skin. His touch was ment to be calculating, letting you know you were his property and he was entitled any and all privileges. Your lower neck was on fire, it felt like it was spreading. When you looked down you could see the red inflamed skin arou d the burn spreading. Your shirt rubbed against your burn. You winced in pain and quickly grabbed the shirt moving it from the burn. You kept your eyes down almost embarrassed to show pain.

You let your mind wondering as a distraction. You were unaware that the SUV was stopped in front of J's building. In fact, it wasnt until you heard the door open and felt the cold blast if air hit your face, that you looked up to see what was going on.

"Puddin'!" Harley's voice was cheerful and bubbly.

She was getting into the backseat, on the other side of J. She bounced in, hugged him while giving him a sweet liitlr kiss on the cheek. He made no effort to reciprocate any sign of affection. Which was normal. Then she leaned over him and looked at you.

"Hiya!" She had a grin on her face.

You shot a quick half smile at her, enough not to be rude and continued to stew on what just happened. Harley's eyes quickly traveled to the knife stabbed in the door, then she looked you over, maybe for blood. Whether she saw J's hand on your neck and his fingers slowly moving back and forth, was anyines guess. She said nothing. Only maintaining her normal cheerful mannerisms.

"Puddin'...did ya remember to bring it?" You hear her chewing gum between her words.

"Of course, cupcake." J replied with a tone that was odd for him.

It was so odd, you let out a half snort as you tried to keep from laughing like an asshole. J squeezed your neck tightly, giving you a warning. You jerked away from his touch. Almost as fast as you realized what you had, knowing he didn't take kindly to the gesture, he slapped you hard. Then immediately shoved you, pushing your face against the car window. Your breath fogged up the window, your mouth and nose pressed into the cold glass. You felt J's body weight push against you. Harley started giggling loudly.

You felt J's weight shift off of you and smack. He planted an open hand across her face, just like he'd done to you. A high pitch gasp left her lips.

"You." He pointed at her, "Stay fucking quite."

You remained in place, where he'd left you. You knew better than to move at this point.

J closed his eyes for a moment and tilted his head back. He was trying to shake off some of his anger. He ran his hands over his head, pushing his hair back into place, then cracked his neck. You felt his hand wrap around your arm, then he pulled you from your hunched over position, so you were sitting up right.

"This isn't done." His lip curled as he snarled it quickly into your ear, squeezing your arm before releasing it.

You sat there like a child who had been scolded. Over the years you had been the recipient of J wrath and you knew very well that you had 'asked' for it. Again, you found your thoughts and emotions race, keeping you distracted you the rest of the ride. Harley's loud giggle snapped you out out of your daze. You glanced over at her and J. Her legs were drapped over one of his thigh. She had one arm rested on his shoulder, while she stroked his hair. She was whispering into his ear and giggling. J sat staring ahead, his arm rested over her legs. Normally, you wouldn't have paid them much attention, this was normal behavior. But for a spilt second you found yourself feeling...well, you didn't know for sure what you felt.

"You feel nothing," you told yourself. "What's going on between you and the boss... it's nothing, not really. It's just "fun". Right? Right."

As you tried convincing yourself of this lie, you looked out the window, seeing the night's destination. The annual winter charity event of Gotham's rich and famous was being held at the Gotham Library in full swing. In other words, some of gotham's most richest "criminals" where gathering to pat each other on the back for being legal thugs, free from the law's reach. The point for showing up tonight was about chaos. J wanted to reminded Gotham who was really in charge. And maybe, in the process, get Batsy to come out and play.

The two luxury SUVs raised no concerns as they rolled up to the front doors of the Gotham library. They appeared to be, like every other vehicle, dropping off guest. Immediately, your business mode kicked in and everything else disappeared. You didn't care about the pain coming from your lower neck. You didn't care about the boss threatening you earlier or the imposed gallivanting either . It was time to do The Joker's bidding and that's all that mattered.

You scanned the front of the building looking for guards, off and on duty cops.

"The guards are in suits, there to thr left of the entrance. We'll clear them, then give us five minutes to herd the crowd and scan them." You turned and looked at J as you said it.

He pushed Harley off of himself and checked out the front of the library. He nodded, agreeing with your assessment. You looked at Frost and then looked out the back glass to make sure the other SUV was in place. You and Frost got out. As soon as Mo saw you, he cued the others and they also got out. As odd as it was, you couldn't help but notice how empeckably dressed everyone was. The six of you marched toward the doors. At first, the doormen pay no attention to the six well dressed people approaching them. It wasn't until Mo and the other three guys with him, pulled out machine guns and fired that the guards made a scramble for the door. A shower of bullets laid waste to everything, instantly clearing a path, allowing everyone to freely walk in.

You entered in first, Frost at your side. The guest were already running for cover.

You yelled, "Everyone! Listen and corporate." You pulled your gun out and shot one single bullet into the air. "Understand?"

Immediately, there was a symphony of screams and crying. The other crew members came rushing into the building, randomly popping off bullets here and there. You waited for everyone to get into place, taking position around the library.

"Quite!" Your gun rang out as you emptied the clip into one of the huge marble statues decorating the library. "Hush!"

Silence was almost immediate, except a few sporadic uncontrollable crying people. You taunted a women standing close to you by covering your lips with your finger and telling her "shhhh." Doing so with a slight smile on your face. The women only cried worst as you started reloaded your gun.

"HA. HA. HA!" J's laugh echoed though the building causing gasps of fear. He needed no introduction.

He was standing just pass the entrance. Harley near his side smiling and chewing gum. J maniacly laughed as he walked toward the middle of the crowd. Singling out people, he'd sometimes only mentally fucking with them, other times he'd be very physically violent. Most of them he could bring to tears, in a matter of a few seconds, by simply stoping and looking at them. He loved it.

Offers of money and jewelry was of no interest to him. He wanted their fear.

"I like your dress." Harley was looking a young women up and now. "Give it to me."

The women just stood there. Maybe she was confused by the friendly smile and bubbly tone Harley was using.

Harley gave her a few seconds before poking the lady with her baseball bat.

"Take." Poke.

"It." Poke.

"Off." Poke.

"And give it to me." Harley popped a gum bubble in the women's face.

The women's eyes where filled with tears as she slowly started to undress herself. Once the dress was off and women handed it to Harley who held it up to her body. She looked it over and then playfully tossed it aside like unwanted trash.

As J and Harley had their fun, your attention was drawn to a man near the middle of the crowd. He had a small gun pulled out. You quitely walked up behind him. He was startled and went to hit you as you took the weapon out of his hand. With a quick step back and then a blow to the head, with the butt of your gun, the man fell to the floor. He was knocked out cold. A few of the people around him let out gasps.

Causing J to notice, he grinned as he approached.

"Naughty, naughty." J laughed. "No guns." He said kicking the knocked out man one time and then moving on.

Suddenly a loud crashing sound erupted, causing everyone to divert their attention from J to Harley. She was on the second floor giggling as she leaned over the balcony looking at the chaos she had created. She had taken her bat to the 20 foot mirror that hung in library's ballroom. People were scattering in their attempt to stay out of the mirror's path. The look on J's suggested he was entertained but annoyed, the sudden movement of so many people created a panic for the door. Something he didn't want.

Crowd control was nesassary. The pop of gun shots rang out killing and injuring a few people. The herd froze.

"Rrrrwwahhhhh!" J let out a loud frustrating groan after which he simply shot a older man to release stress.

"I'm tried of waiting!" His voice echoed.

He spun around eccentricity.

"Where! Is! Batsy!" He screamed at the top of his lungs.

"Yo-ou peeoPLE..." He emphasized certiab syllables.

"...are just the kind of scum he bends over backwards to save." J ran his hands threw his hair.

He slowly walked up to a mid-age woman. She was in tears as he put his arm around her.

His silver grin flashed as he spoke. "We're just gotta have to give him a better reason to show up then."

"HA HA ha!"

He looked around. "Is no one filming or calling the cops? What's wrong with you people?" It rolled out playfully.

He pointed his gun to the man next to them, "Where's your phone? Get it out."

He man fumbled as he did so. He stood there holding it out.

"Let's make sure Batsy knows he's expected." J curled his lip, "Film."

The man, shaking out of fear, started filming J.

He blew a kiss and started singing into the camera, "Imagine me and you, I do..."

He grinned charming as he serenaded Batman, "I think about you day and night, its only right..."

Harley could be heard in the distance background, giggling with delight, enjoying the song as if she could imagine the song being for her and not batman.

"To think about thr Bat you love and hold him tight...Sooo... Haaapppy...Tooogetthherrrr-heehe."

"Batsy!" He eccentrically expressed into the camera, "This one's for you." J gave the a charismatic grin to the camera and started laughed maniacally. Then shot the guy holding the phone as he filmed.

J picked up the phone and filmed the guy. Then ramdomly unloaded his gun into the crowd until it was empty, before turning the camera on himself.

"Bye bye Batsy." He stopped filming, tossed the phone to Mo and ordered him to uploaded the clip immediately.

While this was going on you noticed a man who had been slowly making his way to the front of the crowd, blending right in with the sea of tuxs. He hadn't caught anyone's attention thus far. It wasn't until J fired into the crowd that the man stood out. He didn't flinch or duck. Instead he shielded people from bullets. As J continued taunting the crowd after his performance. While you slowly came up behind the man, placing your gun barrel against the man's lower back. He didn't react, only turning his head enough to see you.

You whispered, "You're to brave for this crowd." He said nothing, only calmly stood there.

"You a cop or such?" You pressed the gun against him harder.

He answered, "The cops. They're on the way. Just go and leave these people alone."

You immediately went into the man's pockets searching for a gun or something. You felt a badge in his pocket and pulled it out. It was a Special Crime Unit badge.

"A dirty-ahh, shit." His head slammed back into yours hitting you hard.

You stumbled back a step or two before ducking to miss his fist. You placed a right hook to the man's side. He didn't seem to notice it. Before you realized it, he'd hit you again and then again. You could hear J laughing. You found yourself against a wall. You went down as the man swung at you once again, causing him to slam his hand into the wall. You immediately put your shoulder into the man stomach and pushed. He fell back. You stomped his jut hard. He curled up in pain as you started kicking him. Manhandling him onto his back, you kneeled on his chest and hit him In the face one good time. Without warning, the man's fist met your jaw so hard it rolled you off of him. You laid on the floor. You were dazed. The hit was so hard, you couldn't make heads or tails of the situation for a few moments.

You could hear J laughing, only he was a lot closer than before. You flipped over to your knees, as you started gaining your wits about yourself. You could taste blood. Looking over you could see J kicking the man repeatedly and laughing. You pushed yourself up. You were pissed. J looked at you and offered you the man. You walked over, stood over the man, waited for him to open his eyes and then popped him in the head with a bullet.

J eccentricity clapped and bowed for the crowd as they watched in horror. You did nothing. Inside your pride was being fed but it was never anything you showed. You always looked cool, calm, and collected.

So after J started tagging the wall with his signature HA! He also left a message for the bat: "more will die". It was only a matter of time before the police sirens could be heard in the distance. That was the cue to leave the horrorshow that had been created. The crowd was left in a bloody mess. Crying and dazed from witnessing so much unnecessary violence. Overall, 14 had been killed and 19 were injured. J's message to the bat was loud and very, very clear.

As the cops neared everyone headed out the doors. You jumped into the back of the second suv. Mo was in the driver's seat already. Mo was waiting for some of the others, when the boss jumped in the passenger seat and ordered "go". Without hesitation the SUV raced away. As normal, with the boss, it was assumed that everyone else got out on their own, J only cared about his ass. No matter how good the illusion, he had no concern for any life but his own and you knew this. That included you, Harley, Mo, Frost or any of you.

Luckily, no cops followed, by an act god. You got a call from Frost letting you know everyone else got out. After hanging up with him the relief of everything going 'smoothly' caused you to laugh.

At this point, J's mood was unreadable to you. The bat hadn't showed up but the chaos and mayham had to have been enjoyable to him. He normally would be gloating. You saw Mo looking at you using the rearview mirror and you gave him a big smile out of relief. As you smiled J turned and looked at you. Your smiled fated, unsure of where you stood with him.

Everything that had occurred prior to the library ran through your mind. He stared at you intensely for just a moment. You stared back, blood spatter across your face. Your lip was horribly busted. For a very brief moment a smirked cracked on his face. Suddenly, he was out of the front seat, over the middle hump and into the backseat. There was a moment of confusion when you started to push him off of you, not knowing what he was trying to do. You stopped immediately when you felt his hands tugging at the top of your pants. Instantly, you accommodated his movement with your own.

Your butt lifted off the seat allowing J to slip your pants over your hips and down. You finished wiggling yourself out of them, while he flipped over, sitting down in the seat. He started unbuttoning his own pants, pulling them down to accommodate the situation. He didn't crawl back on top of you, instead he grabbed you and pulled you toward him. The two of you were magically in sync, making everything happen so fast. As your legs straddled his lap, he guided you down. His hands gripping you waist as he watched you rolled your hips forward then down onto his dick. Almost in unison, a moan escape from both your lips, as you immediately started grinding against him.

You gripped the back of the seat, behind his shoulders, using the leverage to your benefit. Your movement was perfect and your performance, flawless. For once, J was completely at your mercy. The pleasure he felt was overwhelming his ability to think. His hands went under your shirt, following your back bone all the way to the nap of your neck. He grabbed the back of your neck and held you. He nestled his face into your throat and collarbone, brushing against your burn, causing you to gasp out of pain. The mix of pleasure and pain made you feel delirious, sending you over the edge without warning. You arched your back and slow your movement in response to the wave of pleasure that had just taken over your body. Waiting just long enough for you to enjoy yourself, J tightened his grip on your neck and hugged you incredibly tight. He lifted his hips and slammed himself into you a few more times causing his own climax.

It was over as fast as it started. You immediately wanted to crawl away but J still had a hold of your neck and was tightly squeezing your waist. You were embarrassed, only after the fact, that Mo was driving. Moving a little to test whether or not J would allow it, there was relief when he released his grip. You threw yourself into the seat beside J and quickly started putting on your pants. You glanced to Mo. He was very wisely keeping his eyes on the road.