I'm so sorry that I haven't updated in so long my iPad broke and also I'm unsure about this chapter. I feel like I could of done better, but here you go.

Joker sat down in his private courters and Harley was out on display. I sat on a stool at the edge of the bar, making it clear I did not want company. I was not in the mood. Joker gave me my clothes back just for tonight so long as I wore the dress he put out for me. I had asked twice if I could just wear what I wore last time but it wasn't happening. Harley painted my claws, and made me wear jewelry which consisted of a bracelet, necklace, and I picked out some foot decoration rather then wearing shoes. Joker tried to force me onto display which had caused me to have anxiety. I don't want people looking at me and Joker's reassurance that he'd shoot anyone that touched me did little to calm my nerves. What if he was occupied and didn't see? I'm sorry (not sorry) but I can't count on him! Harley saw how freaked out I was, in the bathroom having a breakdown while music blasted and lights flashed, making it hard for me to breath normally. I'm not overreacting! I'm not one for going out there and showing off! I'm completely terrified! Harley knows this, I was working out with her once when Joker walked in and I instantly became shy and stopped doing one handed pull-ups until he left. So anyway, she talked to Joker and when she came back, told me to go sit out front. I thanked her with a hug.

Time past. What was only ten minutes felt like two hours. Joker was talking with a business representative. He had Harley come and sit with him. I rolled my eyes as she clung to him and resumed observing my surroundings.

Joker was currently talking with the guy who was in charge of a company that made explosives and stuff specifically suited to the Joker's tastes.

"I brought you the model of the next bomb." The guy set a small devise on the table amongst all the drinks. "This being a model is inactive and couldn't blow up even if we wanted it to but when I finish the real thing it'll be smaller with several times the power! Anyone caught in range will be in for a slow death!"

Some guy kept glancing at me. He looked away every time I glared at him like he couldn't meet my gaze but was trying to enjoy the view. Joker whistled for me. Bristling with annoyance I met his hard gaze. I guess he saw what was going on and wanted me out of reach. I raised my eyebrows and almost laughed out loud. He expects me to come running?! What do I look like, a dog?! I'm a cat here, people! I'm only coming over there if there's something in it for me. I covered my mouth but he saw that I was trying to stifle my laughter. I looked down and regained my composure. Ok fine but I'll take my sweet time about getting there. He's hoping I'll show off in front of his guests, right? Well I've already expressed how much I hate showing off so he better not expect much.

I took on my second form and, carrying my dress in my mouth, I prowled slowly in his direction, taking time to sniff people's shoes and purses on the way. I even stopped to let someone pet me. When I walked past the beaded curtain I went to inspect the company instead of jumping in his lap like Harley had. I'm so glad I changed forms so he can't read my facial expressions right now because this is satisfying. Wait a minute! I heard the sound of wrappers crinkling and looked up to see Harley eating from a box of expensive looking chocolates. Instantly I ran to Harley, jumping in her lap, nudging at her hand and purring.

"What is it Kitten? You want one?"

I started to meow but my answer was cut off when Joker hit me. He only meant to hit my butt but his hand covered half my back instead. I flinched and spun on him, hissing and spitting angrily. My threat was cut off when he grabbed my head firmly and pulled me close, getting in my face. His cologne invaded my senses. I didn't move or breath, my round eyes reflecting the fear that he enjoyed seeing from me. I pulled my claws back so they no longer dug into his hand and fell limp even though he was making it hard for me to breath; I knew I'd long since crossed the line. After a moment I looked away in a show of...not submission really...more like saying "I'm so sorry! Please don't kill me! I won't do it again! Point made!"

He cackled and released me after ruffling my fur and pushing me away. I jumped down and slunk away confused. That was all? What, does he not want to make a scene in front of his guests? No, that's not it. I glanced back and shuddered nervously; were not done here!

Eventually I got drunk. Harley discovered fruit drinks are more fitting to my tastes. The drinks kept coming but the food was always disappearing. I don't remember following Harley to the dance floor...or maybe she dragged me there. Yeah, makes more sense.

We got so bored that night (business propositions are so dull) we were drinking and dancing around the poles till 5 am. I thought I had to much to drink until I went to get Harley to sit with me and I don't know who was more crazy; drunk Harley or sober Harley. Finally, Joker announced that it was time to go home.

"Oh ok," Harley took his hand, being helped to her feet. "Come on Kitten! We leavin!"

"Mistah J!" I slurred.

He stopped and looked at me with an amused expression.

"Carry me!" I turned into my second form and rolled upside down, then muttered, "I don't wanna walk...to tired!"

I heard his signature laugh and trilled a meow in response as he picked me up and gave me to Harley. He herded us outside and into his waiting car and sped home. That's all I remember.

I know it's short. I'll update soon this time. Promise. So long as you like it enough. By the way I want your guys opinion on something. How would you feel if I did a Twilight fanfiction based off the books? Or a Harry Potter fanfiction based off the movies? Would anyone read them? Let me know what you think! Meow!