It was late afternoon when Joker opened his eyes. Molly was still sleeping, curled right next to him. It was fair to say she was exhausted, and Joker smirked a bit proudly, knowing he was the reason for her exhaustion. After all, he did give it to her good..., he thought, flashes of their feisty love making going through his head. She was a little tiger after all..just how he liked it.

He stood up swiftly and silently, not wanting to wake her up, and knowing if her remained in the bed with her splayed over it so lovely, he would have problems keeping his hands to himself. And he had things to do...

He decided to pay baby brother a visit. It was actually Mycroft he needed, but Mycroft was stubborn enough to not give him his phone number. On the other hand, Joker knew it would take little effort to get his older brother's attention – for instance, if he were just to throw the TV set out of the window, Joker knew Mycroft would be there in a matter of minutes, looking all annoyed and displeased. However, Joker promised (TEE-HEEE) to behave, so old fashion actions were order of the day. So, he decided to pay Sherlock a visit, since he knew his address, and then ask Sherlock to call upon their elder brother.

He was almost out of Molly's flat, when he remembered one detail. He returned into the flat and found a piece of paper and a pencil.

"LITTLE LADY, THIS IS TO ASSURE YOU I WILL BE BACK. SOON. PREPARE FOR SOME SERIOUS SCIENCE, MOLLY TIGER. J."

…

- Well..and they say I bring chaos-ah wherever I come..while, in truth, chaos greets me wherever I come…what is going on, brothers? – Joker asked as soon as he stepped on the first floor of Baker Street 221B. And it truly was chaos that greeted him, John wailing bound on the floor, Sherlock on verge of tears and Mycroft looking almost paler than when he first met Joker. Almost.

- Well fuck me if I know! – Sherlock shouted, out of his mind with concern.

- Kiddo, I'm not into incest, so, I'm not even gonna go there.. – Joker giggled humorlessly.

- Ah. Jack. – Mycroft greeted him, ending his phone call – John here is under the influence of some chemical substance yet unknown. My people will be here shortly to take care of him.

- Give him the note – Sherlock said, his eyes not moving from John.

- Oi! You a criminal, you know drugs, you give it to me! – John interjected, miserably.

- Oiii-ah.. – Joker mocked him, leaning over him – I know drugs, but not the kind that makes fine British doctors into rabid dogs. Doesn't seem like something I'd like to try, I like to remain a gentleman at all times, you see..but if you need some fine ass coke, however, I know people who know people..

- Oh shut up – Mycroft cut him off and stuffed a paper into his hands – This is what happened, read it. And go read it in the bedroom, my people are downstairs already.

- Well, fuck you very much, dear brother.. – Joker grumbled, but turned and went down the hall, still mumbling – One would say you're ashamed of me…

…

It took just a few minutes to get John in an unmarked ambulance vehicle. Sherlock and Mycroft managed to have a little row in the meantime, since Sherlock wanted to go with John, and it took some patience for Mycroft to explain that Sherlock's presence would help anyway. Only when he told Sherlock that he needed help on this DB affair, did Sherlock's pride prevail and he hesitantly agreed to stay.

Joker soon joined them in the sitting room, smirking while he waved DB's notice.

- Got yaself a bit of a trouble, now did ya? – he grinned at Mycroft.

- It seems so..but I guess some of the money can be found, we'll negotiate some acceptable sum – Mycroft sighed, dropping on the couch.

- Whaaat. You gonna pay? – Joker snorted a laugh.

- What else can he do? – Sherlock asked, frustrated.

- Is this how you handle your local mobsters, huh? – Joker smirked.

- I assume you know how these people are managed – Mycroft said stiffly.

- Yeah I know. The little ones are hunted down. One goes to prison, another one takes his place. The newspapers have something to print and everybody thinks that the po-lice is doing at least something. The big ones are safe as long as they play ball. And you're the one who makes the rules on how to play ball.

- Something like that – Mycroft nodded.

- All-righty..now I guess all the big ones, until now, played ball, more or less?

- They did.

- So you think you'll handle DB here in the same way, do ya? – Joker smile widened.

- I do not see a reason why not – Mycroft huffed, a bit annoyed.

- Oh-kay… - Joker turned now to Sherlock – Let's see if kiddo here is as dumb as oldie-goldie Holmes. Say, baby Holmes, what do you think, what does DB stand for?

Sherlock's mind worked like a machine, listing all DB's he knew. Database, Decibel, Deutsche Bundesbahn, Defined Benefit, DragonBall, Discussion Board, Debug, Design and Build, Data Buffer, Daytona Beach, Daily Bulletin, David Bowie, Daimler Benz, Dead Body, Direct Broadcast, Dubnium, Deafblind, Detective Bureau… Nothing fits.

- It's Drug Baron, sweetheart – Joker cooed mockingly. He glanced at Mycroft and realized that he didn't know what that meant – Oh come on! You guys should know that, especially you, Mycroft! Where do you live, in fairy world? Oh wait, you do...

- If you have any useful information, you would do wisely not to withhold them – Mycroft said sourly.

- Mwahahaha! – Joker laughed excitedly, doubling over – Oh-haha-haaa…ya know, I won't bend my rules, even not for my dear brother..and my number one business rule is..if you're good at something, never do it for free…ask them working girls, they know it..

- What do you want? – Sherlock asked without thinking – Mycroft will give you anything you want, just make this go away!

- Mycroft surely will NOT give anything! – Mycroft almost shouted. He understood that Sherlock was worried and ready to do anything for John's sake, but this was ridiculous.

- Ok, ok, keep your panties on, both of ya – Joker waved his hands, as telling them to keep seated – Ok, if I tell you all I know and if I help you guys to get rid of your Baron, I'm gonna need Batman's true identity..don't worry, I won't kill him..I like that freak party too much..aaaand I want you guys from now on to keep your noses out of the little thing my little doctor and I have going on.

- Mycroft, that's actually quite reasonable – Sherlock pleaded silently.

- Oh, it's actually a very cheap deal – Joker smiled – I could save you both money and a nation full of crazy-ass junkies. Cause you know he's gonna drop that shit into water no matter you pay or not.

- You got yourself a deal – Mycroft stood up, offering his hand.

- Deal – Joker shook Mycroft's hand – And now sit down, kiddies. Uncle J has a story to tell…