Okay, here is chapter 11, hopefully I'll get one more up before school.

I would like to thank my reviewers for the last chapter Laurenmlbc, MobMotherScitah, gerardlover123, and Sergeant O'Reilly!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but Kayla

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Kayla cringed as a bright light penetrated her clamed shut eyelids and the Joker's sing song voice flooded her ears.

"Rise and shine beautiful, you've got a big day ahead of you today." She heard him say and opened her eyes to see him standing next to the sliding door, having kindly pulled the curtain to it open to blind her with the morning sun. She suddenly remembered what happened last night and it made her childishly want to bury her head in the pillow and pull the sheets over her head.

She lay there several moments before deciding to get up and get it over with, but he was apparently impatient.

"Come on, up up and away, get ready for the day!" He said giddily as he swiftly moved across the room and picked her legs up, shoving them roughly over the side of the bed.

At his touch Kayla immediately perked up, jerking her legs away from him as he shoved them.

"Alright, I'm going." She said gruffly as she got up and looked at the clock. "6:45, that leaves me an hour and 15 minutes away from hell on earth." She inwardly shuddered at the thought of walking into a building pack with her coworkers who had no idea what was going on with her, and not being able to tell any of them.

Kayla walked to the bathroom, lost in her own thoughts as she stepped into the shower; as soon as the water hit her body she realized she had forgotten something vital, a towel and change of clothes.

As if reading her mind she heard a knock on the door and the creak of its opening. "How could I not have locked it." She thought as she pressed her forehead into the side of the shower.

"I thought these would come in handy, but feel free to go without them if you chose." She heard him chuckle a little "Oh and I brought you a little present too."

"Okay, ugh…thanks." She mumbled awkwardly as she heard him shut the door; she glanced out to see a set of clothes and a towel laying there next to a plastic bag.

Kayla quickly showered and brushed her teeth with her finger…again, before glancing into the bag and seeing her hoards of makeup tossed in. She wondered how something that already belonged to her could be considered a 'present', but was happy to have it none the less; if there was anything she was feeling nostalgic for it was her own routine in her own bathroom in her own house.



She applied her makeup as she normally would and combed and parted her hair with her fingers, hoping it would fully dry before she went to…work.

Stepping out of the bathroom, she saw his clothes were gone and he wasn't there, but the door was left open so she put her flip flops on and moved out of the room and down the steps. The entrance was again being watched by a small group of the Joker's thugs and she began to suspect there was a 24 hour surveillance of the thing.

Kayla pushed open the door to the kitchen, figuring that's where he would be and had guessed right; only he was not alone.

"…have no room for error, we do this right and we-"

6 sets of eyes, including his own, turned to stared at her as she opened the noisy door.

She immediately sensed she would be in trouble for interrupting a seemingly important conversation, and tried to simply shut the door as quietly as possible, but the Joker walked toward her and yanked the door fully open before grabbing her by the back of the neck and forcing her to walk inside and towards the table. She felt like some circus animal being paraded around with her head pushed forward, forcing her to bend slightly as she walked to the table they were seated at.

"Now as I was saying, we do this right and we get Dent's schedule for…say…2 or 3 months with the way they meticulously plan things; and…" The Joker turned his head to face her "if no one notices, we'll be free to start our own little reign of terror over the entire DA's office." He finished with a smile before removing his hand from the back of her neck with a shove.

He looked wildly around the table "Alright? Got it? Good to go?"

They nodded and mumbled several "got it's"

"Okee dokee, get in the cars and get in place."

They nodded, leaving the two in the room together and Kayla was beginning to surmise that the Joker was going with the whole 'never happened' approach to the kiss. Though really, she doubted he had given it any thought whatsoever.

He looked at her with a smile on his face and licked his lips. "You ready?...Do a good job and I may just have another use for you yet."

"What were you just going to…dispose of me…take out the trash, after I was done doing your dirty work?" Kayla asked, rather annoyed at the feeling she was just a pawn in his huge game of chess.

"Well, yes." He said simply "But now I remember why I brought you here in the first place, you're just going to be so much fun." He walked over to one of the cabinets and pulled out, what she recognized was her gun case.



"He wouldn't threaten to shoot me with my own gun." Kayla thought to herself, but realized he was just twisted enough to do something like that.

"Now either you take self defense a little too seriously…" He said opening the case and pulling out the chrome plated gun "or you have some alter ego as a hitwoman by night."

"I bought it for self defense when I moved to Gotham." Kayla defended "and you can't take it too seriously in this city."

The Joker eyed her watch the gun in his hands and handed it to her, since it wasn't loaded anyway.

The gun felt awkward in her hands, and she could tell he immediately knew she was not experienced with it, at all.

Before he could open his mouth she just came out and admitted it "I've never fired a gun before."

He looked at her like she had an extra head before he burst out laughing.

"I never bothered to take it to a shooting range." She defended through his fit of laughter "Sorry if I don't go robbing banks in my spare time and need to know how to use one."

He managed to get himself under control now and turned to her "It's pretty useless for self defense if you can't even fire it." He stated smartly, watching her irritated expression "It's okay, I bet it'd knock you over anyway." He said, looking her up and down quickly

"It would not." She snapped

"So prove it." He challenged

Kayla just sat there speechless, thinking of some excuse not to but was thankfully spared.

"Woah" he said suddenly looking at the clock on the microwave "We can't have you late on the last day. Maybe we'll continue this later if you're good." He said, taking the gun from her and putting it back

The Joker stood up and grabbed her arm dragging her towards the door and she finally ripped herself from his grip, mumbling something about being able to walk herself.

She was pleasantly surprised when they exited the building and he didn't pull a bag over her face as they stepped into a dark blue SUV with heavily tinted windows. She would have tried to run as it appeared everyone else involved in today's 'job' had already left but there was still a man who she had seem inside talking on his phone on outside the entrance.

Her happiness was momentary as he got into the driver's side and flipped the sun visor down to hide his face, and pulled out a purple bandana from his jacket along with a walkie talkie; she didn't even fight when he put it over her eyes.



She also noted, now that they were in a regular car and not a school bus, that he was a terrible driver; though it was probably just for kicks as he giggled a little when they lurched from their parking stall and a horn blared behind them.

After about 10 to 15 minutes of driving she felt the car pull to a stop and when her blindfold was finally pulled off she saw they were near the top floor of a soon to be demolished public parking garage across the street and a bit of a walk from Dent's Headquarters. She bit her lip nervously.

"Now" The Joker started "don't worry that pretty little head of yours. Just go downstairs, go to work, get Dent's schedule, and come straight back up here to me. There are men surrounding the building if you try to run, don't talk to anymore people than you have to, if you do or we see cop cars headed this way…" He pulled out what she could easily tell was a detonator of some kind "just remember" He dangled the device in front of her face. "You have 20 minutes"

Kayla sat there blankly for a moment, and he dramatically took out a pocket watch and looked at it before eyeing her and she jumped out of the car.

She quickly headed for the exit doing her best not to run, at least until she got in the stairwell. She couldn't believe she was actually doing this; the way she was running around made her feel like she was in some James Bond film or something, and she felt like she had an adrenaline rush and began calming her nerves.

Kayla reached the outside and as she waited to cross the street she took a moment to think to herself, she wasn't really sure what she was nervous about; as long as she did what she was supposed to everything would be fine. "There is nothing to be nervous about, all I have to do is go in there, print something off, and get out."

She crossed the street and walked the short distance to the entrance, not to her surprise, when she walked in almost no one greeted her and she could tell she was easily forgotten.

Kayla walked to her desk and sat down, turning on her computer and looking out the window to see a man standing outside talking on his phone, but glancing at her every so often and she was sure he was one of the Joker's men.

As soon as the computer warmed up her supervisor Terry saw her and walked over.

"Kayla, it's good to have you back, we've sure missed you around here; ugh… you must still be feeling kinda bad and that's the reason for the casual clothes right?" He said with a bit of a fake smile

"Hey Terry, yeah I can tell; yeah." Kayla answered a bit sarcastically, but smiled all the same.

"Anyway, I've got a folder of assignments you've missed so I'll go grab them off my desk for you, k?"

"Mmmm yup" Kayla said, staring distractedly at her computer screen searching for the file.



Terry walked away as she found it and opened it up, quickly hitting the print button and hoping there wasn't anyone else at the printer.

She quickly got up and checked the time, relieved she hadn't been inside for more than 5 minutes.

She walked through a few open doors and made her way back to the printer, seeing the last person on earth she would have wanted to see at that moment.

"Harvey Dent" Kayla groaned to herself, she had met him a few times, and even shyly flirted a bit until she realized he was taken; talk about guilt.

She stayed a few steps back, but he must have noticed her staring at the printer which was shooting out pages that he was occasionally putting into a folder he was holding.

"Hello…" He said in a friendly tone, and held his hand up to stop her from reminding him of her name "It'll come to me, I'm so sorry." He looked truly embarrassed "Kayla"

"That's me" She smiled at him and he warmly returned it

"I'm sorry I'm hogging the printer with my 100 and some page printout but the one in my office upstairs ran out of ink. You're not in a hurry are you?" He asked

"No not at all." She said "If he only knew what I was printing off, or who I was planning to give it to."

"So I haven't seen you here in quite awhile, where you been?" He asked curiously

"Oh I've been out sick, um, food poisoning." She lied

"Ugh" He made a face "I've had that before, not fun to get over."

"No, it wasn't"

"Say" He began again…and Kayla thought he really seemed to enjoy conversation or was just very good at faking it "You've never met Bruce Wayne have you?" He said picking up some more papers and she wondered how many he could possibly be printing off.

"No" She said with a little look of disbelief, taken aback by the question.

"Would you like to?" Kayla gave him a confused look and he elaborated "He's throwing me a fundraiser, it's not for some time but I know it'll be packed with Gotham's most elite if you know what I mean."

She nodded her head understandingly

"And well, I can invite some of my own people and honestly I'd like as many there as possible, feel free to bring a friend or boyfriend along." He looked for her answer and Kayla couldn't bring herself to say no…nor could she think of any reason she would.

"So what do you say? Will you help me out?"



How could she say she already had plans when he wouldn't give her a date.

"There will be free food and an open bar…" He teased before picking up his final papers as the printer started again.

"Alright"

"Great, I'll have to check my schedule for the exact date but I'll get back to you on it."

"Okay thanks"

"See you around" He said before leaving her to quickly pick up the three papers that made up his schedule and nearly running out the door, ignoring the confused voice of Terry behind her.

She almost got herself hit crossing the street and angered a few taxi drivers in her race to the parking garage. She went up the steps two at a time, but slowed to a fast walk when the car came into sight, she felt like a fool running towards it when the Joker had his head hanging out the window.

"Good girl, back with 3 minutes to spare." He said as she got in and he held out his hand for the schedule.

Kayla handed it to him, suddenly feeling very…accomplished. The way he smiled at her…well…she hadn't let him down…and she hated letting people down. She wondered why the feeling of pride seemed so foreign to her. Then she wondered why she felt proud for her actions at all.

He quickly looked it over, still grinning, before setting it down and starting the car, humming some tune she didn't recognize as he pulled out.

"Now, how would you like to learn how to use a gun? Hmmm?" He asked playfully

Kayla considered his offer, there was more than just teaching her to use a gun hidden in it and they both knew it. She thought quickly, he wasn't letting her go anytime soon and escape would be much easier if she gained some of his trust if that was possible. Plus constantly fighting an ideological battle with him was exhausting on her mind when the things he said to her made sense and she knew they shouldn't.

She put on an almost sinister smile that she couldn't tell if she faked or not. "I'd love to."

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