A/N: A bit of a filler chapter this one. But only because I'm drowning in school work and I have some massive plans for the next chapter. You haven't heard this one before, but it's always nice, wonderful and positively ecstatic to see that someone has liked the story and added it to their favorites. Kiitos. ^^ And reviews are even nicer. *wink* Yeah, no money is made with this, I only own the OC and the plot, yadda yadda.

While the Joker was taking a shower and feeling the hot water stinging in his back, Gin wandered to the living room. She was still wearing his coat, and she unconsciously put her hands in the pockets. What she found was a knife in each pocket, one was a stiletto and the other one resembled a... potato peeler?

She raised her eyebrows and studied the peeler-looking blade and discovered some brown goo on it. Not hard to guess what that is. Gin let out a whispered "yeew"and was just about to put it back into the pocket when someone slipped their arm around her waist and lifted her hand with the knife back up, making her breath catch in her throat.

"Do you wanna know, why I use a knife?" His voice was right next to her ear, and it both calmed and thrilled Gin to realize that it was him. She looked at his hand over hers and then moved her eyes to the knife.

"Because... knives... don't need reloading?"

Gin couldn't see it, but his eyes lit up at her answer. It wasn't the answer he was looking for, but it was an excellent answer nonetheless.

"Mmm, I like the way you think... Bonnie."

Suddenly a thought popped into her head. Did he already put his make-up on? She wondered if she could turn around and see him completely without his war paint. She tried to rotate, but he kept his arm on her waist and she couldn't turn around. He knew what she was thinking and chuckled silently, nudging his cheek on her neck and she bent her head back to look at him. Damn. He was wearing his usual attire and had already put on his make-up, slightly lighter on his right cheek after rubbing it on her neck. She frowned and sighed disappointedly, moving her head back down to look out the window.

"Do you always wear that make-up? Maybe you should, you know, let your pores breathe every once in a while."

He looked at the back of her head appreciatively, grinning and licking his lower lip.

"Why, I don't think I'm ready to take our, um, relationship, that far. Who knows, you might ditch me if I did that. I know that we are now eternally bonded, but oh, I'd feel so vulnerable", he said in a mocking tone and let go of her, gesturing at his coat, "And, by the way, I need my coat."

"Okay, give me a-" Gin tried to go to her room to change, but he stepped in front of her, blocking her way, "What?"

"No time to change, I need it now." He snapped his fingers at her a few times, trying to look as impatient as possible, but unable to stifle the smirk on his face.

"You're not serious", she tried to reason him, but he didn't react, "I'm not wearing anything under this!"

"No, you don't say?", he leaned his face closer to her, a malicious smirk on his face.

A miracle that Gin was praying for happened as a sudden noise came from the hall and he reflexively turned around to look, so she made a run for it. She ran through the kitchen, but before she could make it to her room, the Joker had caught up with her and grabbed one of the tails of the coat. Gin made a complicated maneuver, never stopping running, and spun herself out of the coat and into her room, closing the door and leaving him standing dumbfounded in the hall with the coat in his hand.

Gin laughed hard, leaning on the closed door in the safety of her room. She heard a knock on the door.

"Yes?" She listened for a while, but there was a moment of silence and she couldn't hear anything.

"... Nice one", he admitted his defeat in a bland tone through the door. He threw on the coat and checked his pockets. Oh, it's still warm.

"Why thank you, dear sire", she said in an exaggerated English accent.

"Sure, I gotta go now, be ready at seven."

"What? What happens at seven?" She turned to face him, even though the door was still between them. But he was already at the front door.

Gin heard the front door close and peeked out to make sure he'd really left. Well that was weird.

She went to bathroom, looked in the mirror in passing and saw that the teeth marks were still on her neck. They had only become more visible. Sigh. Maybe I can use some concealer...

Shaking her head, she went to the shower and turned on the tap. Gods, I actually had sex with the Joker. But it really was someth- oh, shut up.

While in the shower, Gin wondered what he did all day. She knew that he liked to blow shit up, to shock people. But he did that to send a message. She didn't exactly know what that message was, but she knew that he didn't do it for money, to him money was a tool, not the reason. Or so she thought at least. She hadn't had any deep, thoughtful conversations with him, she didn't really have any insight into his mind. Did she even want to or need to understand his view of the world? It wasn't like they were dating... Indeed, what exactly was "it"? She'd gone from being afraid of the Joker to shagging him. What does the dating guide for outlaws have to say in this situation?

And then there was his apparent fascination with Batman. What was up with that? She'd seen his video "greetings" on TV, always addressing Batman and demanding him to do this or to do that. Sure enough he never did what the Joker ordered. Gives him an excuse to blow something up I guess. She herself had never given much thought to the masked vigilante, sometimes she'd heard Gambol complain how the man in black rubber had busted his men, but that was it. He'd never crossed roads with her and she didn't want him to.

Finally Gin decided to just go with the flow as she'd always done, maybe at seven he was going to take her mini golfing. She laughed hard at the thought, he wasn't exactly a seventeen-year-old and she wasn't your typical girl next door either. Mini golfing or not, I'm sure it'll be interesting.