Alright so all of a sudden I'm full to the brim with ideas for this story, which ,makes me very happy. I hope you enjoy this chapter I certainly like writing it, especially with Rebel's hot head attitude. Oh yeah forgot to give credit to the song that was in the chapter previous. It's calle Butterfly by M, and was in the Cowboy Bebop series. I also do not own Joker he belongs to DC Comics and Chris Nolan. And as always reviews are love. love me...please :D

An MP-40. Rebel ran her fingers over it lovingly. It was a beautiful piece of equipment a real war machine. She remembered the first time she had fired a gun into the cop's back. She couldn't remember the make of the gun, she hadn't been paying that close attention. She just remembered that loud burst of sound and the satisfying thump as the bullet met flesh. Ever since that moment weapons had been her best friend.

"Like dat one?"

"Huh," she said snapping out of her daydream.

"Wondrin' whedda you want that gun," he said resting a hand on top hers.

"Vince, we tried that, I'm just here to shoot."

"Try again," he whispered as he stood closer behind her. She could feel the muscles that moved and pulled throughout his body. She wanted to give in and be stupid, but it seemed the clown had ruined her. Despite being so close to Vince all she could think was green hair, red mouth, crooked smile. She wanted Joker to touch her not Vince. And therein lies the mistake.

"Vince, let's just...I don't wanna go there."

A warm palm moved rested gently at her hip, and she shivered. She really wanted to headbutt Vincent for being so damn persistent, but it was her fault really. She had known he would act this way, Jamie had warned her and she still came. She should have went to Avery's shooting gallery, he was fifty, had three kids, and most importantly had no urge to sleep with her.

"Why ya come 'ere for. Otha galleries have guns, only one got me."

"While this is true believe me when I tell you I'm not gonna sleep with you. You customize this one?"

"Yeah, faster, more bullets, lighter and easier ta handle."

"I wanna try it out," she said as she lifted it out of its velvet lined home. She felt Vince move away from her and she couldn't help but sigh in relief. He needed to know that she was way past sleeping with him.

"Dis way den," he said his voice not as confidence-fueled as before. She cringed at the sudden note of his voice. She had wanted to make the clown jealous, but not at the expense of a fairly decent friend. She was being a complete bitch and she didn't like it.

"Look I'm sorry. Maybe I should just-"

And then he spun her around and kissed her. His lips were soft but firm and felt good against her own. He tasted like rum and sugar cane, a delicious mix, but it wasn't what she wanted. She pushed him away and took a step back. She wasn't angry because she had known this was going to happen, but she was shocked that he had tried that.

"Why ya tease me for,Reb? Why'd ya really come 'ere, ah!?"

"I wanted to...I wanted to make Joker jealous," she whispered as she eyed her boots.

"So no intention of gettin' of back wit me. Jus' a fuck 'n run?"

"No, it's not like that-I mean, not completely. Fuck! I don't know what he's doin' to me Vince. I can't get him outta my head! I thought that if I came here maybe I'd forget about him, but it's not working! He's fuckin' addictive!"

"You hurt, de way I hurt,"he said eying her sadly. She bit her lip. So this is what she was doing to him. She was his Joker? Always teasing him, tormenting him? She hadn't meant to.

"I'll just leave then. I'm really sorry."

"So am I."

She rested the gun down a bitter feeling of guilt washing over her. She headed back down the hall and up the ladder. She was done bitching. She could handle Jazzy and the secrets that Joker kept. That didn't mean she wasn't going to punch him in the jaw when she saw him next, but it did mean she would stick with him. Apparently she was completely off towards other good-looking men anyway.

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To say that Joker was pissed was an understatement. His entire body from the top of his slightly green hair to his scuffed brown shoes screamed rage. As soon as Jamie said the word Vincent and old flame he had literally dragged her from the club. He hailed a taxi and they both got in, him silently fuming the whole way. She had looked down at his hands to see him twirling a knife expertly between his fingers.

"You're not gonna hurt 'er are you?"

"Define hurt."

"Joker, she's my friend, and besides you were bein' an ass," she winced as she said that hoping that he didn't stab her to death. He didn't; he simply sat there his tongue peeking out to run over his scar.

"She's mine. She shouldn't have, uh, gone to Vince. If she fucked him I won't...be resssponsible for my actions."

"I doubt she did anything like that."

"Better hope so, Jamie."

Jamie didn't like the suddent glint of malice that sparked in Joker's eyes. She'd seen jealousy before but the Joker? Him being jealous didn't seem like a good deal for anyone, especially someone that was still alive.

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"Wait here," Joker told the taxi driver. The driver nodded dumbly, his pale face sweating profusely despite the mild weather. Jamie glanced at the taxi driver in sympathy before turning and jogging after Joker.

"Hey, wait! You don't even know where the freakin' door is!"

He ignored and kept walking. She knew that all he was seeing was an empty parking lot. The rusted sign that read Pontini's did nothing except make the place look even more run down. She saw Joker eye the sign before stepping beyond the fence and into the little booth.

"Joker! Will you-"

"Shh! Can't a guy jussst have a look around?" The Joker picked up little trinkets from the counter top and eyed them, a hula doll with swaying hips and chipped green paint, a set of keys, a magic eight ball with murky water. He rested the eight ball down and looked down at his feet. His flat grey eyes stared at the weathered carpet for a bit, and Jamie knew without a doubt that he knew where Rebel was hiding. Jamie silently prayed that Rebel was not sleeping with Vincent and that she was only testing out guns. He kicked the carpet aside and then glanced at Jamie without saying a word. She immediately bent down and began punching in the code. She yanked open the door when it gave and then looked back up at the Joker.

"Now look before you go down there just take a deep breath and calm down."

"Get out of the way."

"No, or I swear to God I'm gonna slam this door right now."

"I said MOVE!"

"I may not be as strong as Rebel, but I think I can kick your ass, now calm down, NOW!"

Joker glared at Jamie, but then shuttered his eyes closed and breathed. Upon opening his eyes he pushed Jamie to the side and hurried down the ladder. Calm down? Honestly. Who did she think she was talking to? He muttered to himself as he stepped onto the lush carpeting of the floor below. It was a sweet setup this place, lavish, exquisite, and it smelled faintly of cigar smoke and some kind of fruit. Walking down the hallway Joker eyed the guns on display. Some of them he recognized but there were others that he had never seen before. There were tags beneath the displays and dates of origin. He noticed that some the guns were made by Rebel or Rebel and Vincent. The Joker muttered some more his hands in pockets of his purple and orange suit. Rebel hadn't commented on it that day, but he was certain that she had hated the colors together. He could hear Jamie's footsteps close behind him and he couldn't help but grin a little. Did she think he was gonna kill Rebel? He actually wasn't sure himself. At some point he knew that he wasn't going to leave without hurting or breaking something, but he wasn't sure what it would be yet. And finally the long stretch of hallway gave way to a large open arena type room. At the end of it there was a wall of guns. And near that wall of guns a man stood. Joker took his time walking over to the man, who to his credit did not flinch or scream or even run away.

"So, uh, you're Vince-uh."

"Yeh, and you de Joka,eh?"

"Yeah, now, ah,"Joker picked an imaginary piece of lint from his jacket," I was wonderin' where Rebel is."

"She ain't 'ere," the taller man said crossing his arms.

"Vincent please just tell him where she is," Jamie pleaded as she finally caught up to the Joker.

"Yeah, let'sss play nicccce."

"I tell ya da trute. She ain't 'ere. She came twenty minutes back, den left."

"Aw, hell she left? Dammit Vince! Well what'd she want?"

"Ta make this fella 'ere jealous. Looks like she got what she wanted, ah?"

Joker slowly withdrew his knife and began to play with it. His dexterous fingers made it seem to spin wildly while all the while he maintained perfect control. Vincent took out a gun that had been strapped to his side and cocked it.

"Shit! You two are NOT doin' this now! Rebel's gonna be pissed!"

"About what?"

The three of them turned to see Rebel with her hands on her hips. Her jeans were muddied, and her normally neat and elven hair was damp and hung in loose curls around her head. Her black tee was clinging to her body tightly and was splattered with mud. She already looked pissed to begin with. She walked over to everyone and snatched the knife out of Joker's hands.

"I leave for one minute-one goddamn second and you're threatening my friends! Are you out of your fuckin' mind," Rebel yelled. She then turned to Jamie," And you! What the hell were you thinkin' lettin' them meet like this, alone, unrestrained! Their men, not smart, you know how testosterone affects their minds! Fuckin' ridiculous, both of you. Put the damn gun down Vince!"

Vincent had the decency to nod his cheeks red and his head down. Joker simply glared at her, his flat grey eyes eying her up and down. Rebel could already see a smile forming on his lips.

"It's raining out okay. I tried to catch a taxi and it got all this muck on me so I came to use Vince's phone."

Joker laughed loudly, his face looking even more surreal without the makeup plastered all over it. Rebel growled and kicked him in the shin. He only luaghed harder, and then with in a single moved yanked forward with one arm. He leaned forward and whispered in her ear.

"When we, uh, get home I'm gonna fuck you till you can't walk. That way I don't have t' ah worry about where you disappear to."

"That so," Rebel breathed as she involuntarily shivered.

He licked her earlobe gently earning another shiver of want from her.

"That's so."

"Dey always like dis," Vincent asked nodding to Jamie.

"Heh, worse. He's actually being pretty tame."

Joker yanked Rebel's hair until she was looking up at him. He crashed her lips down over hers his tongue already driving into her hot mouth. She moaned loudly as he squeezed her close to him and deepened the kiss.

"There we go, see that's what they're usually like."

Vincent nodded his arms once again folded watching to two lovers grasping at each other. "Let's leave 'em alone den. Ain't nothin' turn me off more den clowns fuckin, ah?"

"Good idea."