The days seemed to blur as they went by. She couldn't handle being alone in her apartment anymore, so Eva went to work. But she could barely remember the hours spent on her clients' tattoos. Luckily that did not affect the quality of her work seeing that no one came back with complaints after the natural morphine of their bodies wore off. Joker did not turn up in her apartment in the days following up to their session, much to Eva's relief. He did not stick around very long after they woke up in bed together and rode out the previous night's fuck session until the late afternoon. She wasn't sure if she could handle speaking to him, not after losing Marni because of him.

At long last, the night of the session was here. Eva was at the shop and in the process of shuffling her last normal client out the door along with an employee. It took a bit of prodding to get Chris to go home, he and his girlfriend had a fight the night before and he was in no hurry to leave. "You don't have to go home, but you can't stay here."

Chris groaned "Come on Eva, we could order a pizza or something. Silvia's been sending me rage texts all afternoon."

With a shove, his boss sent him out the door "Man up Chris, face your demons… In this case demon."

Chris pouted but dragged his feet to the old junker of a pickup. Smirking, Eva waved and watched as he pulled out and drove away. Heaving a sigh, she spun and began to prep her station for the long night ahead. Snatching an apple from her book bag, Eva tore into it with ferocity while she started printing out all the stencils and setting up the ink. Shoving the fruit in her mouth, reminiscent of a suckling pig, she collected her art pad along with the stencils and piled them up next to the chair that Joker would occupy for the next 8 or so hours.

Grabbing her desk chair, she took a seat and started to make herself a playlist. Doing her best to choose music that would set her at ease. No 22nd Acacia Avenue, nothing that would remind her of the night she spent with him. Eva was in the process of pulling her hair back and forcing it into a ratty bandana when she heard a knock on the glass of the door. Turning, she found Joker leaning against the door frame, he smiled and eyed the lock on the door. Taking the apple core off her desk she tossed it as she walked towards him, keys in hand. Taking a deep breath, Eva let him in.

Joker forced the door open, without waiting for an invitation to come inside. It was like the first time they met. Only this time he took it a step further, he reached around and grabbed her by the hair and yanked it so that she would look up. He then pressed his red coated lips against hers. Eva's eyes shot open in terror as he shoved his tongue into her mouth, she could taste the metal of his teeth and something reminiscent of marinara. Chuckling against her lips, Joker let go and watched as the tattooist stumbled back and glared at him. It was best not to show her anger and embarrassment, he liked that shit, it gave him more power "So I won't be ordering pizza tonight, seeing that you had Italian."

Joker laughed and followed her towards her station. Frost came through the door and went to take a seat in the waiting area, quiet and loyal as ever. It was beyond Eva how someone as loyal and stoic as Frost could have bequeathed his services to someone like the Joker. Shaking her head at the thought, Eva picked up the sketches and stencils and handed them to Joker. "I did what I could, with what you gave me, pick the ones you like and where you want them."

He went through them, discarding some while approving the rest. The amount he wanted was as Eva had predicted, it was ridiculous and she had no doubt that he would want them all at once. Joker finished but there was an air of dissatisfaction on his face. Eva backed up a little "I want a dragon."

Eva blinked "I haven't done dragons in a long time."

This was true, dragons weren't exactly a focus for her anymore. Ever since she brought DeLuca in, he'd been the one with the affinity for dragons. Her answer didn't seem to appease Joker though. Taking a deep breath, Eva put on her best face "How big?"

He put up and finger and then gestured for Frost to come over. The hulking bastard seemed to carrying a container of some sort. Joker opened it and pulled out a large flayed piece of flesh. Eva schooled her expression and did her best not to puke up the apple she had just eaten. She recognized the work, it was indeed hers and one of the few dragon pieces that she had been proud of. The client had been a small timer of the Yakuza, before Black Mask took over after the gang wars decimated the Gotham sect of the massive criminal organization. The guy had been one of the first criminals that Eva had ever inked, and she was surprised to see that he had lasted long enough to meet the Joker "I wish you wouldn't skin my previous clients."

The words that came out of her mouth were shocking, she was growing numb to Joker's violent actions. When he first did this, the very sight made Eva want to cry and puke at the same time. Now, now she was more concerned with the fact that flesh was dripped blood on her freshly mopped floors.

(Author's Notes: I apologize for my lack of updates. I've been very busy lately. Unfortunately I was fired from my job and I've been in the process of applying for work, filing unemployment, and juggling a slew of interviews. I might get an offer for work on Monday, but I'm not entirely certain. I've also put in a resume with a local tattoo and piercing parlor and they have expressed a desire to contact me should a position open up. I've interviewed with them before, and the co-owner told me that if I ever need a job, to look them up. Anyway, very sorry. Hopefully this unemployment shit will only last a month, minimum.

And some of you might be interested, but I am in the process of working on another Suicide Squad fic, this time with a meta human with and accelerated healing factor. She gets hit by Joker's car and naturally survives, that's all I have to say about that.)