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Joker POV:

He left early in the morning to go meet with Mr. Nicoli to get more explosives. He owed him anyways. He nudged Scarlett, who was sleeping. Her eyes opened.

"We gotta go somewhere. You're coming. Put normal clothes and makeup on."

She looked a little out of it, but she probably understood. He half smiled, and left the room. He could hear cars above him on the streets, they were so unsuspecting.

Heh.

He walked down the hallway, and up a stairwell, which led to a back alley. He waited against the door. A few minutes Scarlett walked up the stairwell towards him. She looked so innocent like this. It was strange.

"You're driving. I'll tell you where to go." He opened the door, and she walked out. She walked over to the driver's side and sat down. The Joker climbed into the back seat, and laid down so no one would see him. He told Scarlett out of memory to get onto a backstreet and go north a few miles, then turn onto a main road for 5 miles, and pull into a driveway. It stopped, and they were there. The Joker sat up and got out of the truck quickly, and walked up to the front door. No one was around. Shame.

Scarlett spoke, "What are we doing here?"

"I'm going inside, and you stay here. I'll be back in a few minutes."

Jack strode up to a door, and walked in. Mr. Nicoli was sitting in a chair drinking champagne; he was expecting him. Nicoli's face lit up with slight fear, but understanding. His henchmen got at the ready.

"I'm here to settle our agreement. You still owe me."

He nodded, "What do you want?"

"Explosives. Lots." He gestured with his hands.

Nicoli nodded again, "And where would you like them delivered?"

"Here. In two days."

Jack turned to leave when Nicoli spoke again. "Anything else?"

"Gasoline."

With that, the Joker walked out the door, and out of the building. He walked towards the truck and got back inside.

"What was that all about?"

"Just helping prepare."

"Oh. Um, for what?"

"Don't worry about it, doll. Just go."

She nodded unsure, and drove forwards.

Harley POV:

It was weird. Staying with someone who didn't hurt her. The pain had begun to cease and she could walk now, and that made her feel a lot better. It was also weird staying with someone who she had tried to help kill. And being treated civilized by him. Having someone wait on her hand and foot she also couldn't get used to. He had tried to talk to her about where the Joker could be, but every situation ended with him walking out the door after she asked him something about Batman. It was understandable though.

Scarlett POV:

She hadn't been feeling well all day, but didn't want to tell the Joker. She did all the things he told her to do, and tried not to question, but sometimes she did. And she received curt answers in return.

She also kept thinking about Batman. Why had he done what he'd done? About taking her? He had nothing to do with her. Whatever.

Later that day, she was laying in bed, watching the Olympics, and the Joker walked in the room. He looked her in the eyes, and put his hands on her torso, moving her shirt up a bit. She looked at him, perplexed. He moved the bottom of her shorts down a notch, and her breathing hitched a little. Her hipbone jutted out. He pulled out his knife, and traced along her lower abdomen softly.

"Jack, what are you?-"

Before she could finish her sentence, the blade was cutting the skin. Red beads formed around the incision. The first go around was pretty much just a scrape, but the second time, he pressed in further and it bled more. Scarlett held back a whimper, and wiggled a little. He reminded her of an artist working on something important. When he was done, he leaned back up to admire his work. She looked down, and etched into her lower stomach near her hip bone, was a heart, and inside the heart was a J.

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Sorry it is so short and kinda crappy, but I have been sooooo bust today I can't even explain!!

Now I gotta give me cousin a bath so i GTG
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