"I told you I should have come!" Carlton yells as he enters my room.

I'm out on my balcony, watching the sky. Face back to normal. My hair was still up. Carlton stood in the doorway.
"What took so long to get back?"

I cry out as he launches forward and throws my skirt up. I had never expected this from him. My first reaction kicks in.

Carlton yells as he falls over holding his groin. I fix my skirt and step over him. He says nothing as I step on him with my heels.

I come out with my his sword.

"Go inside, Carlton. We ate and talked nothing more."

Carlton got up slowly. I caught him on a night that he had forgotten his cup. I close my eyes as I stand in the middle of my large balcony. I start to move with the sword. I moved slowly. I picked up speed as I moved about the balcony. The sword whistled through the air, glinting in the lights from Gotham and my room.

"Miss," Lidia calls as she steps out.

I stop suddenly. Lidia's eyes we wide. Her breath was held. The blade was an inch from slicing her face in half. I pull back and sheath the blade.
"Lidia, you know to look before getting too close."

"I'm sorry, Miss. I came to tell you that Mr. Concord called. He said the 'boss' is getting antsy."

"Don't worry. I'll get it done. Get my things."

"This early?" Carlton asks.

"This early."

Carlton leaves. Taking the sword. Lidia had to go gather my suit. I strip the dress off and dance around the room in my undergarments to Feelin' Love by Paula Cole.

"You make me feel like the Amazon's running between my-" I sing with my eyes closed.
"Mistress."

I let out a girlish cry and dive out to the balcony. I lean against the door.

"Knock, Richard!"

"I thought it was a fine show, Mistress."

"I'm basically naked, Richard! Knock before-!"

"Your neighbor is staring at you."

My head snaps up to see Bruce across the street on his balcony. Watching me. I cover myself before rushing inside. I slam the doors shut before running into my closet.

I come out in a long, man's T-shirt that barely went to mid-thigh. Phone to my ear as I threw my doors open once more.
"Hello, Wayne residence."

The butler. I see Bruce turned away, looking at his butler. I stand in the middle of my balcony with one hand holding the phone, the other on my hip.

"Hi, I would like to speak with Mr. Bruce Wayne."

"One moment, Miss."

The butler passes the phone to Wayne. I watch as he questions the butler quickly. I hear the soft murmur of voices on the phone. He stands tall and presses the phone to his ear. A pleasant voice.

"Dinner not enough?" My tone was cold, angry. I was definitely glaring.

Wayne whirls around, thoroughly startled. He looked shocked.
"I put up with you watching any other time, Wayne. But it is disregarding my privacy. I'm not stupid, Mr. Wayne."

"I never said you were. I apologize-"

Carlton comes out. Lidia puts my clothes on the bed, out of sight of Wayne. Carlton looks from the phone, my angry look, and to Wayne on the phone on the other side of the street. Carlton takes in my lack of clothing. His face slowly reddens.

"I'll kill him!" Carlton yells going to turn and march for Wayne's place.

I reach out with one hand. Carlton smacks his head against the frame of the doorway. I move quickly. Carlton, yells in anger as I sweep his legs from under him. I put one foot to the back of his neck.

"Behave, Carlton," I drawl while turning my attention back to Wayne. "Maybe I should move, Wayne. If I cannot have privacy on my own balcony then why have one?"

"I never meant to intrude. You are the only one awake at this hour and moving. The movement is all that draws me. It is habit to watch things, Jezika. I never meant anything by it."

"Are you saying that I'm not good enough for you to look at? That if I stood still you wouldn't notice-"

"Mistress! He's here!" Lidia cries in fear.

I snap around quickly. I glare at the door she leaned against. I hang up and throw the phone to land on the couch. Carlton is up in a flash. I forget of Wayne now.

"Who?"

The door flies open. Lidia is thrown forward. I frown. I snatch the robe from the chair by me. Carlton is held off by five men. I stand my ground in the doorway.

The clown man leers at me. Taking in my room. My form before covering it with my silk robe. Lidia was out for the count. He goes over her on his way to me.

"What are you doing here?"

"Lovely, uh, music."

That same song, Feelin' Love, was on repeat. I pull the remote from the table by me. It was the City of Angels soundtrack.

"Not going to, uh, dance for me?"

"No. Answer my question."

I stare him in the eye. I fall backward with him straddling my thin hips. Blade to my throat. I grab his hair, tangling my hand in it and flip us over. My hair covers his face, Putting a curtain around it. I glare at him.

"Do not attack me, clown."

"I must say, the, uh, view is nice."

I jerk up and away. I stand with one hand clasping the robe shut and the other around myself. The clothes from my bed were gone. I flick my eyes to Lidia. She had grabbed them, covered them and pretended to faint. That's my Lidia.

"Look at me, gorgeous," the clown says while gripping my jaw tight and forcing me to look at him.

I do not flinch at the sight of him. My gaze is steady on his face. I'm not scared and it was obvious. I react, though.

One hand strikes before he can react. He stumbles back a step and covers his abdomen. I care out my move. My knee flashes up. He groans once before falling away from me, laughing.

"I like spunk in a woman."

"Then you'll love this," I drawl.

The robe slips to the floor as I rush my bed. He tries to catch me. I have the gun out and aimed in seconds. He smirks at me. The gun barrel was pressed to the center of his forehead. This close and in the light, you could see my undergarments clearly. Black with white lace over it.

His eyes flicked to look at my form. I press the barrel into his head, hinting for him to step back. My look was serious, like when working. I stand with my back to the balcony, just this side of the doorway.

The gun flies from my hand, firing. I cry out girlishly. Joker laughs as he holds the torn cloth of the shirt I had worn seconds before. The silk and lace bra was the new draw of attention, along with my matching thong. I felt the flame on my cheeks. Anger. Pure anger filled me.
The chair next to me flies across the room, shattering. Joker had barely missed being hit. My fingers danced for a weapon as Joker and his men eye me. Jeering, laughing, cat calling, making me the show.

"I promised my men a show," the clown says as he twirls my eye liner like he would a blade.

I roll my neck. The CD changing is the only sound in the room beside the cracking of my neck.

"Six A.M. Christmas morning," the singer sings. Manson.

The men who had been watching Carlton come closer. Carlton was knocked out in the corner. Richard was nowhere in sight. I close my eyes, lightly swaying to the music.

"If I was your vampire,"

My eyes flash open. I launch into the men. Moving fluidly, graceful, lightning fast. Men yell and fly about the room.

I pull back, breathing a little different than before. Strands of hair were out of my knot. I stand on the balcony. Three men facing me. The clown is in the room.

"Looks like you've cornered yourself, love," the largest man says, eyeing my form.

I'm smiling, just as I do when working. Evil. Predatorial. Like the cheetah before the kill.
The man rushes me. I slip out of his way. I grab hold of his back and fling with all my might. The curtains from my doors bound around his wrist. He screams like a girl as he flies over my balcony.

The other two rush as one. My back arches as I bend under their arms. They turn as one. I'm up fast. I grab one in the blink of an eye. His head meets the wood frame of my door. He slides to the ground. Out. Living.

The last man pulls back with his hands in front of him to show surrender. Joker steps forward. Over the men I had knocked out. He moves fast. As fast as I do.

My hair falls down in light locks. I glare at him.

The door bursts open.

"Miss!"

Richard stops short. He looks over the men around the room. His eyes go to me. Pure anger in only my eyes. My cold, emotionless mask in place.

He leaps over the men, not seeing the Joker or the other man. He rushes for me. I glance at him. He pulls his suit jacket off. I stare at him. He holds it open for me.

"Please," Richard says with a soft look in his eyes.

I snatch it and throw it on the ground. My anger was boiling now. I move too quickly for him to move. I grip the tie in my hand tight and yank him forward. He gulps in shock as I choke him and hold his face an inch or so from mine.

"Your master breaks into my home. Hurts my people. Strips me of my clothes. Belittles me. And you think of my modesty?! How stupid are you, Richard? I should throw you out the window! Choke you to death even! You pathetic! Useless! Man!"

His eyes were wide.
"I never- Jezika," he pleads, face red. He isn't struggling.

I drop him and smack him. My cheeks flare with anger. He looks at me, stunned.

"Do not call me by my first name," I hiss darkly. "I hate beggars."

"Stop!"

Everybody, but me turns to look at the female who had cried out. Lidia. I watch her from the corner of my eyes. She looked startled that she had spoken so. Scared.

"Jezika, he- he," she stutters, scared to death with how bold she was being. "He cares for you. Please. I can't watch you rid yourself of those who care for you."

I freeze. What did she mean? I clench my fists. Lidia pushes through the men, my suit held tight to her chest. She looked to won't to touch me. Scared to. Her hand reaches out shakily. She pauses, almost touching. Her hand pulls back, curled in to a fist. She tries again. Still shaky. Her warm finger tips brush my arm.
"How touching," Joker laughs.

I have my eyes locked on him as Lidia puts her hand on my arm with certainty.

"Why should I spare him, Lidia?" soft, no anger, my normal tone.-

She won't look up at me.
"He's-"

I look at her fully. Surprise in my eyes.

"You love him."

Distaste was in my voice, the smallest hint of it. She looks up with wide, fear filled eyes. I jerk my arm from her.
"You! My closest companions falling to something so... displeasing as love! Such a pathetic thing! First, Carlton. Now you and Richard as well?! Is this some kind of teenage love diamond?"

She looks about to faint as I tower over her, my anger showing stronger than before, almost like when Father would upset me.
"Next, you'll all be telling me to be more of a woman," I growl.

"Mistress," Lidia pleads.

Reaching for me. I slap the hand away. Furious. She was crying.

"What a great show," the clown laughs. "I never thought of something like this."

I swing out without turning from sneering at Lidia. The clown falls from the force of my hand smacking his face. He laughs as he rights himself.

"I wondered why I like you," he laughs as he smiles at me. "Such a woman. Just gets me going thinking of you."

Lidia's face reddens.
"Don't talk of Mistress Jezika in such a manner!" she almost shouts in a rushed tone.

I had my eyes close for a second. All emotion locked away. I grab hold of her shoulder. She stops and looks up at me. My eyes are looking at the clown.

"Go away, Joker. You have over stayed your welcome," I drawl calmly.

He smirks before walking out. Some of his men had stirred already. They help each other out of my house.