Disclaimer: I own nothing related to the Suicide Squad/ Batman verse. I only own the Ocs and the basic plot. I'm sorry that it took me so long to update this. My dance school has our Christmas Extravaganza on Sunday and I've been trying to learn the dances, then between work, attempting to have a social life and my other fic that I'm working on in the Merlin fandom. It sounds like I'm making excuses but I really wanted this one to come out at least decent.

Before they all knew it, it was November. They had celebrated birthdays at Alaina's request; she had known more about his men then he did. Looking around now, any outsider would just think that J always had a permanent scowl on his face when in realty he was ticked because he couldn't figure out why Alaina and Johnny were angry with him. He hadn't done anything...that he knew of.

"Stop brooding," Bryant said, handing J a cup of coffee. "You dug your own grave, Mr. J."

"What did I do?" he exclaimed, turning to the man, eyes wider then usual.

"You really don't know?" the man next to him asked as he sat down. "Wow, they were right, you are oblivious."

"Why did they tell you?" J asked with a pout.

"Well," Bryant said, crossing his leg at the knee and pretending to think. "I'm dating Johnny and Alaina lets me dress her up and be my model for my clothing class."

"You know I can still kill you right?" J said, letting his head fall back on the sofa.

"Of course I know that." he said with a smirk. "But you won't."

"I won't?" he didn't look over at the man.

"Nope. Because then you'll be out of two workers and have a pissed off female." Bryant said, matter of factually.

J groaned. He was right. He had hired Bryant as a secretary at Alaina and Johnny's urging. He had to admit that the college student was good at whatever J threw at him. It was mainly secretary work but every so often he let Bryant pick out whatever he needed for his work and he always made sure that J left the house in style. If he killed him, he'd be out of competent worker and then he'd lose Johnny for killing the man that he was with; then on top of all that he'd have to deal with Alaina's wrath.

"So why are they so mad at me?" he asked, resigned.

"Their showcase is coming up and what did you tell them when they approached you about it?" Bryant asked, getting a little bored at having to repeat himself.

"That they could have the night off and so could you but that it wasn't my thing and that I had a business meeting." J said.

"I believe your actual words for that last part were 'fucking useless waste of time'." Bryant said. "They've been working hard on it. It counts for part of their grade. Johnny doesn't really care if you show or not but Alaina likes you and really wanted you there."

"She what?" J sat up at those words. "I'm not that oblivious am I?"

"It took you how long to figure out that Johnny didn't play for your team?" the man reminded him with a smirk.

"Okay. So I am oblivious." he sighed. "What do I do?"

"Grovel." the man replied.

J was about to threaten to kill the man again when Alaina came into the room. "Bry, Johnny is looking for you."

"Thanks, hun." he said, hopping up and leaving the room.

Alaina was about to follow him out when J stopped her. "Alaina." he said, quietly. She turned towards him and if looks could kill then he would be dust. She was pissed still.

"What, J?" she said, "I have to work on something."

"Your showcase?" he asked. She nodded. "Take a break from that."

"No. It's important." she said, about to shake him off.

"I'm sorry." he said, not letting her go. "I didn't mean to make it sound like it didn't matter to me."

"Then why did you say it? You could have just said that you didn't want to go." she said. "Believe it or not, J, I would have understood."

"I want to go. But I have a business meeting that day. I'll be gone for two days." he said. "I want to make it up to you...please."

"I don't think I've ever heard you be so polite." she joked. "Fine. What did you have in mind."

"Let's go out for dinner." he said.

"Dinner. Like at a restaurant?" she asked, skeptically.

J fought the urge to roll his eyes, it was true though, they were pretty much living on her cooking and take out.

"Yes. Go get prettied up." he pushed her gently towards the room.

"I'm already pretty." she teased. "You tell me everyday."

"Probably the only times I've ever truthful." he said, smirking, heading towards the bathroom.

He went to work covering up his face with concealer. He watched as the tattoos and the paleness of his face went away. He looked at himself; it had taken no more than twenty minutes and now all he had was his neon green hair. He pulled out some spray makeup and began to turn it to a brown. When he was done, he looked at his reflection and could only stare. He had long forgotten what he used to look like but it was probably something like this.

Alaina was sitting in the living room, waiting. She had still been quicker then him, she always was. She had picked a deep purple halter dress and some silver heels, her makeup, as always, very subtle. She began to wonder if J had changed his mind, he was taking longer than usual. She hummed softly to herself, one of the songs that she was singing for the showcase. Maybe Bryant could record it for J so that he could watch it when he got back from his business trip. If he came back.

She shuddered, she knew his job was dangerous; which was why she was trying...and failing..not to get too attached to the man. Her thoughts were interrupted by the bathroom door opening. She stood and turned towards it felt her jaw go slack.

"J?" she asked. He looked...normal. His tattoos were gone, minus one or two on his hands and his hair was no longer green.

"Well?" he asked, holding his arms out.

"You look-wow." she stuttered.

"So do you," he said, walking closer to her. "Purple suits you."

"S-Shall we go, then, J?" she said, mentally cursing herself for stuttering.

He nodded and opened the door for her, leading her out.

Dinner went off without a hitch, which surprised them both. They made small talk over the fancy meal he had ordered for them; she did most of the talking and J would listen. She told him about the showcase and that she was paired with Johnny for all the numbers. What J didn't tell her was that he had called the director and made sure that she wasn't to be partnered with anyone but him, unless it was a woman. She told him all the songs she was doing, having no idea that he had over heard her practice and that part of him didn't want her to sing for the crowd, but only for him.

As they headed back to the suite, she was telling him that she had to work on some dance moves for one of the numbers. "I could help with that." he said, smirking.

"You know how to waltz?" she giggled, their arms linked at the elbow.

"What? That surprises you?" he said. "I might be a crime boss, but I have taste."

"You know? You keep saying things like that. It's been about five months since that night you rescued me."

"You keep giving me reasons to. I mean, hell, you got me to start saying sorry to you and some of the guys." He paused as they reached the suite, turning her to face him.

"You know...this won't last forever, right? I'll go back to being a complete ass in the morning."

"I didn't know there was an on/off switch for that." she teased. "But I know. But every so often let Jack out to play."

They watched each other, silence falling. Neither of them could think, they were so close. "J.." she breathed out and like that the stillness was broken. In the moment she said his name, he closed the distance between them, their lips clashing together. If either of them believed in heaven, it would have been like this. It was more than just sex with her...it always was...but in that moment, he felt that if he didn't touch her in some way that he would be miserable.

Her arms wound around his neck, pulling him closer as he cupped her cheek with one hand, the other bending her backwards slightly as they kiss deepened. But too soon for either of them, the kiss ended.

"Fuck." she breathed out, falling against the door frame.

He placed his hands on either side of her, growling softly. "You're fully mine, sugar." He kissed her quickly again.

"You don't own me, J." she smirked, ducking under his arms. "But, I can help you with something that's been on your mind for awhile. I just have a request that comes with it." She leaned on the opposite wall, her shoulders pressed into it.

"Anything within my power, sugar, and it's yours." he watched her hungrily.

She smirked and licked her lips. "I can get Logan to talk but...I get to be the one to kill him."

"It's like you're trying to set my loins aflame with that kinda talk." he cupped her cheeks again. "Deal."

"Deal." she smiled. "Since we're both dressed up so pretty, let's do it now."

"God, you're so beautiful." he groaned, his eyes rolling back into his head. He took her hand, leading her down to where he had been keeping Logan all this time.

Before they got to the door he looked at her. "How's your acting?"

"On point, as it always." she said. "I was thinking cowering and scared."

He kissed her. "If I actually hurt you, I'm sorry."

"I'll just get you back for it later." she winked.

"I'll hold you to that." he smirked, "Hands behind your back, sugar."

"Wait." she reached into her purse. "Be a good clown and hold this fore me?" He took the mirror and held it up in front on her, watching as she applied makeup to her eye and cheek. He was amazed to find her able to blend the perfect colors to make bruises.

"How's it look?"

"Really good." he said, tilting her cheek to get a better view. His fingers griped her a bit.

"J...they're not real. No one put them there but me." she said softly.

"Right...right. Now hands behind your back, gorgeous."

She obliged, leaving her purse on the ground. No one would touch it. "Just how I like it."

"Someone is forward tonight." he growled as he bound her wrists behind her back.

"I've had more drinks then I intended." she said, "Drunk thoughts speak sober actions."

He turned her back. "Ready?"

"Let's do it." she said, pressing her lips to his jaw before turning back to face the door. "Oh and J?"

He watched her.

"Make it convincing, yeah?"

He grinned as she put a fake look of terror on her face and he knew that was his cue. He threw open the door and flung her inside. She let out a cry as she hit the floor and began to use her legs to back herself away.

"No. No. Please." she cried, tears streaming down her cheeks. She tore her eyes away from the demented clown and they fell on Logan. "Logan! You're alive!" She acted as if she didn't know and was genuinely relieved to see him.

"Alaina." he gasped. Scars that had healed over adorned his face and she mentally cheered at the work that Joker's men had done.

"I knew it." she smiled, sobbing still. "I knew you were alive, I never lost hope."

"Easy there, sugar." J said. "Your lover here has been pretty silent."

"He's shy...He was protecting me." she said, cowering realistically. J was actually impressed with her.

"Well, then, maybe he needs a little ahhh pursuasion." J smirked, yanking her head back by her hair, pressing a small knife to her throat.

"No." Logan attempted to fight. "I'll tell you whatever you want to know."

"I want to know just whyyy you like beating on women." he said, tilting his head to the side. "I did my homework on you, pretty boy. Your little bitch here isn't the first is she?" He dug the blade in a bit.

"No. She's not." he whispered, not taking his eyes off her. "I prey on women with low self esteem...I break them...then I kill them...I make it look like an accident...suicides."

"So, you're a prick then." J said, softly.

Alaina was shocked into not moving. Blood trickled down her neck and onto the blade. She'd be lying if she said it didn't thrill her to be getting Logan to talk this way. She was also shocked by the fact it was working. His words didn't matter to her anymore because with J she was safe.

"Yes." he said softly, looking back at Alaina. "But with you it was different, I didn't want you to go anywhere. You know I love you."

She pretended like it made her happy. "Oh, Logan...It's too late for that."

Logan froze as the Joker threw the knife to one of his henchmen, before helping Alaina to her feet. "I gotta give it to you, sugar. You were right about your acting skills."

"You whore!" Logan spat, thrashing at his bindings.

"Me? A whore? You were the one eye fucking anything with a pulse." she said, crossing her arms over her chest. "Did you think that I would pine and ache for you after the last time? I knew you were conceited and egotistical but I didn't know you were that stupid. I haven't been yours since that night, Logan. You tried to kill me!"

"And he hasn't?" Logan asked, tossing his head towards the Joker.

"Nah. He just wants to fuck me till I can't walk straight." she smirked. "And from what I've heard, it will be the best that I've ever had." As if on cue, J's arms wrapped around her waist as he licked the blood from her neck, holding her close. She bit back a moan, her arm going around behind his head, holding him there as she watched Logan squirm. "Aww... does little Logan need some attention? Has the big bad clown not given you a fucktoy? She teased as J growled into her neck. She couldn't remember the last time she had this much fun. Logan hadn't touched her as gently as J did since they had first started dating; his ruse to get her to want him. He was never gentle after that. His caress was always too rough. While with J, it looked rough but they weren't.

Her eyes never left Logan's. He was livid. She felt that any moment he would break through the bindings. Then the fun would really begin.

"Mr. J?" she asked, innocently, causing J to pull away from her. "This isn't the real you, now, is it?" She reached into her bra, pulling out some makeup removal pads and began to wipe his face and hair clean of the makeup before removing her own.

J was watching her as she shifted. "Pretty pretty fire faerie."

"There, no more Jack for now. All Joker." She turned to her ex. "Too bad for you, Lo. You thought that I was the joke. But the joke was our relationship..." Her lips curled into a smirk. "Your death will be the punchline."

If Logan could turn any paler, you'd think they'd killed him hours ago. "Lainy...you were never like this before...you were so quiet and loving and sweet."

"Oh, I still am those things. I can sneak up on most of the men in this room." she said, crossing her arms.

"She snuck up on me a few times too." J grumbled.

"All it takes is one bad day to push you into complete and delicious madness." she said.

"Besides," J stated, snapping his fingers to give the cue to one of his henchmen; whom had come over holding a box. "You never knew how strong she really was."

"You haven't known her as long as I have." Logan sneered.

The Joker leaned over him threateningly and smiling. "I knew more about her the day we met then you ever have. She even threatened me." He moved up and down like an excited child.

She smiled, remembering the day they had met and she threatened to shove his cane up his ass. He's learned since then not to talk a specific way to her. "What's in the box, Mr. J?"

"A present for my pretty one." he said, gliding her fingers under his chin.

"Oh?" she asked, turning towards the man holding the box, Trevor, and lifted the lid. Inside the box was a beautiful sword with a matching dagger. The hilt was a royal purple that matched her dress with gold filigree. "Oh, wow!" she exclaimed, lifting it out and testing, slicing through the air. "It's beautiful. Thank you!"

"Anything for my girl. Speaking of, I have one more for you." he said, digging into his pocket and pulling out a long felt box. "Never take this off." He opened it and inside was an silver necklace that just had a J on it and on the edge of the top line there was a small emerald. She felt her breath leave slightly as he put it on. It fit her perfectly. She touched it gently and rose onto her toes, kissing him with all she had. She had never received a gift like this.

When they broke apart, she took the dagger from the box. "Can I play now?"

"Of course you can!" he clapped his hands together before wagging a finger at her. "Now, I know you were a naughty girl and memorized the floor plans behind my back; didn't you?"

She pretended to look guilty. It wasn't exactly a secret. "Maybe...and I might have set a few traps in the hallways and that is why Derek is limping." She turned to the man in question. "Sorry, Dere. I made the cookies you like."

The henchman who had came up with Trevor smiled and patted her on the head. "You see, Logan. Myself and my men have taking a liking to this lovely lady. Every man in this room and a couple who aren't present have all asked and offered to kill you, standing in as her big brothers."

All the men around the room were glaring at Logan, some cracking their knuckles and others smirking . "But," J continued. "I decided to let Alaina decide."

"I'm gonna do it myself." she said. "But they all had a hand in helping me." She turned to J. "Frostie and Bryant included."

"Oh, you ticked off all the wrong people then." J cackled. He draped his arm around Alaina. "My pretty one has been one busy bee while I've been away."

"Yes, sir." she smiled, proud of herself.

"The floor is yours then, beautiful." he said with a flourishing gesture before turning and heading towards a fluffy arm chair, sitting in it. "I want to see what you came up with."

"Well, luckily for you then, I had the hallways lined with cameras as well." she smirked. "Lo, you have about a two minute head start. Trevor, here, will lead you into a hallway and you have to find your way out before time is up. When it does, you will be dead."

She watched as Trevor cut Logan's bindings and lead him out, as he tried to escape. Once they were gone, she went over to J and sat in his lap. "How was that?"

"Convincing." he growled, running his fingers on the cut he had left. "Frost is gonna kill me."

"I'll talk to him." she said, watching as his eyes softened at the smeared blood. "J."

"I'm sorry, sugar." he said. "This is not what I wanted. I promised-"

"It's okay," she promised. "It isn't deep."

"But it's still bleeding..."

"Because of the placement." she said.

"And it will scar." he said, not taking his eyes off the blood.

"I have others."

"But this is one that I put there." he snapped.

She cupped his cheeks. "Stop."

He watched her until Trevor came back. "Now, watch me play." She smirked as she got up.

"Go have fun, faerie." Trevor said.

"Thanks, T." she said. "Make sure he doesn't go any crazier." She bandaged her neck and took off into one of the other hallways.