Harley was startled awake, her mind registering the sound of crashing pots and pans. Diedre must be home. The light poured in from her single window and she looked at the tv, still on from the previous night. The tiny clock on the screen said it was 11:36. She had slept well over 12 hours.

Pulling herself up, she swung her legs off the bed, watching as a few hundred dollar bills fell to the floor. She wanted to sit there for a moment longer but knew the right thing to do was to check on her roomie.

Finding her red satin robe, she quickly tied it around her nude form and popped out. Diedre was glowering in the kitchen, an empty cabinet above her where the pots and pans had been. She noticed her roommate looked tired, one of her hands wrapped in an ACE bandage.

"You okay Diedre?"

Diedre looked up, a natural commanding look on her face. It always gave Harley the smallest of shivers. It was funny, how many similarities the two shared, blonde hair and blue eyes but there was no mistaking one for the other. Diedre read powerful, in control, and whiplash smart compared to the cute and sometimes silly aspects that Harley always reflected. She had tried in the past to hold the traits Diedre came with so naturally but it was always a weak facade.

"I am fine. Strained my hand last night at a job, I didn't consider how it would affect my grip thus the mess." Harley nodded, approaching to help but stopping when she saw Diedres eyes look down and a smirk appeared on her sharp face.

"I should probably be asking you the same, Harley."

Her hand went to her neck, her grogginess forgetting the bruises and realizing the robe did nothing to hide them. Harley was sure her face was a mess too, having dozed off before taking that second shower she wanted.

"Yeah, I'm fine too, just got a lil caught up in some, uh, fun ya could say."

A weak smile was all she could muster, and Diedre started shaking her head, approaching the tinier blonde.

"You know you could ask for pointers with that kind of stuff right, it's literally part of my job description."

Harley blushed, Diedre worked as a dominatrix and was always very open about it. Not that Harley had an issue with that, she just didn't know how to handle such blatant honesty with sexual scenarios like Diedre did.

Diedre lightly grabbed her chin, using the leverage to view the bruises before looking at her face.

"You should be okay, you also got some petechiae on your face. You're gonna have to use some full coverage foundation for a week, even longer for your neck, but you'll live.

Harley nodded softly.

"I always pegged you as a bit of a masochist, didn't know about the clown fetish though."

Harley shrank back, embarrassed, and Diedre winked. "What makes ya say that?!"

Diedre stepped away, wagging a finger,

"Uhh, the makeup you forgot to wash off, Harley."

Slumping, Harley was filled with relief, the remark hitting too close to home.

Smiling, Harley walked past her roommate, gathering the pots that lay scattered in their tiny kitchen.

"You mean ya never noticed my fondness for Pennywise, seriously Diedre, ya'd think I was livin with a complete stranga"

They both laughed, the last part hanging a little. Of course, they knew each other, but there was still plenty they didn't know about each other. Harley had kept herself pretty shut off the last few years, Diedre was only open about what she wanted to be open about. They had always gotten along though, probably because they fit opposite sides of relationship dynamics they both lacked in some way. Harley was well aware she gravitated towards strong commanding people, obviously, Diedre liked those who would listen and follow.

Harley picked up the last of the pans, tempted to bang them together just to see what her roommate would do.

"Do ya want me to keep one of these out? Need help cookin somethin?"

Diedre waved a hand, "Nah, I think I am just going to go to bed, let my hand rest. I can eat later."

"Okie dokie, D, sleep well."

Harley put away the rest of the cookware and saw Diedre had left, she was alone again.

After mulling around for a little, Harley got her second shower and got ready for the day. Luckily, she had a full coverage foundation, and it hid most of the marks well enough, but she was going to have to wear something long necked for a while. She pulled her shoulder length hair in a high ponytail, letting her long bangs frame her face, pushing what she could out of her eyes. Satisfied, she dug into her closet, one that had been listed as a walk-in when she and Diedre had been apartment hunting. 'Sure, ya can walk in one step.'

She pulled out a red turtleneck, and a black skirt, one of those skater ones that was starting to fall out of fashion with younger fashion forward people but it was cute and they could pry it from her cold dead hands.

The time of year warranted thicker clothes, as fall has begun to settle in so the turtleneck wouldn't seem out of place. Digging in her drawers she found some red tights and black socks. Finishing off her ensemble, she found her low heeled ankle boots and checked her outfit in the mirror.

"Yep, ya look like a normal everyday gal who didn't witness two murders and almost got strangled to death just yestaday."

She gave herself a wink then gathered her purse and a few bills that lay scattered about and headed off, making sure to quietly lock the door behind her.

Harley was relieved that Gotham Metro was not too busy as she rode it to a shopping district. Like many people, she was gonna use the money burning in her pocket for impulsive spending. Still several stops away, she pulled out her phone, forgetting it until now. She had a message and she frowned, hoping it wasn't her mom trying to tell her to call. She would soon, just not today.

'It's Mr. Boring, save my number but no real names. Don't do anything stupid while you're off. I'll message you when you can come in.'

Harley's frown deepened, replying.

'Okay, Mr. Boring. I got it.'

She saved Deegan's number, now wondering if the person who went through her purse had gone through her phone. Going through her contacts, she paused. Yep, they had, right there under her contacts was a new name. Mistah J spelled how she would say it.

Curious, she dug through her purse, noticing almost everything was there. The jolly ranchers she kept in there were gone, and a picture of her and Guy laughing, the last pic she had of him before he died, had been taken. Why would he take that?

Harley didn't have time to ponder as the ding of the metro intercom alerted her that she was at her stop. Walking out she felt the slight chill of Gotham's fall hit her face. Momentarily saddened that all she could see was concrete and brick, no reddening leaves insight. She would just have to stop at the few parks Gotham had, but not yet, there was shopping to be done.

She headed to the oversized outlet mall, called East End Mills. It was busy, and Harley chided herself for forgetting about the upcoming holidays. She headed straight for a beauty shop, digging through all the lipsticks until she found the shade of mystery lipstick. Picking up a few more items, like waterproof mascara and some bleach for the roots starting to appear on her head along the way. She stopped when she saw the small display of Halloween makeup. Harley loved Halloween, but now her stomach was tied up in knots at the thought of it. What would working for a man like the Joker entail when it came to one of her favorite holidays? She picked up the clown white face paint, looking it over like it was a puzzle that needed to be solved before dropping it in her basket. It inspired her to look out for a costume shop, if she was gonna be doing this Harley Quinn gig, she may as well start figuring out how to look the part.

She spent some time browsing several shops but she felt her boredom growing. Harley could only guess that after such an exciting day yesterday that shopping wouldn't hit the same mark. She did curiously stop at a stand though, surprised that an outlet mall let a rough looking fella have a weapons stand surrounded by women's fashion and shoe shops, but then again, it was Gotham.

The stand owner gave her a toothy grin, going into his sale pitch specifically made for tiny women like her.

"Gal like you needs a good weapon, self defense is important, can't expect Batman to be on every street you know?"

She gave a shy smile, until recently Batman had only seemed like a folklore story, something to make bad kids straighten up and help the good ones fall asleep at night. Harley had never seen him in real life, only through the static images of the news and random cell phone videos.

She shrugged, "Ya probably right, I ain't neva seen him."

At that she picked up a knife with a deep red handle, flicking it open to show a dark blade.

"Ah yes, a pretty stiletto knife for the pretty lady."

It was pretty, Harley couldn't lie about that but despite how much it felt like her, it didn't feel right. She couldn't pin it down, but a knife wasn't the answer.

Closing it, she put it back on the stand.

"Not right? Only 50 bucks, it's a good deal, but I have others."

She shook her head, "Sorry not today, I don't think."

The stand owner's smile fell, annoyed at losing a sale, and huffed, already going to sit at his stool. Harley was a bit relieved, not in the mood for pushy salespeople today, and continued on her way. Why was she even thinking about weapons? For all, she knew she was gonna work the same kinda job just for an extremely dangerous boss. She'd probably rarely see him, anyway, and it wasn't like a knife would stop him if he wanted to smush her out of existence. Harley knew that wasn't the reason she looked but desperately wanted to convince herself otherwise.

Harley felt her mood sinking at the thought, knowing that her obsession over the years was still reeling at coming into contact with him. Her logical side telling her to stay low until she could run away. She could see it all playing out in front of her, looking at weapons, thinking of costumes but she wouldn't commit to anything...like always, right?

It was at that moment she saw something that was oh so familiar to her. She instantly propelled herself into the store. It was a dance and acrobatics store. At first, she worried it was only for kids, with all the white tights and tiny pink tutus that decorated the storefront windows. As she traveled deeper into the store she saw adult sizes start to appear, and she couldn't help herself as she browsed through the different outfits. She worried her lip a little, knowing that her body had well developed past her form when she was younger, she had been quick to fill out, and hitting her 30s had added roundness to her features. Would anything fit? It wasn't like she had fully changed, or hadn't kept up with it, she was still active, remembering her long stint of being into parkour when it was all the rage.

She sighed, knowing that her mind was trying to berate her for being so mild, so bland, so boring. She had to do something about it, maybe she should get an outfit, The Joker seemed to enjoy her athletic ability. Smiling to herself she started scanning the store, deciding to treat herself, maybe one day she could give her new boss a real performance.

'pink leotard...no, black and purple bodysuit...not right'

It was then that she saw it, in the corner hanging off a mannequin slightly too small for it. A red and black bodysuit, segmented right past the chest so that one side was red then black and vice versa. She noticed the diamonds that sat high on the thighs and rested at the upper arm. It was beautiful, it was perfect.

"My ma loved that piece but never really was right for gymnastics or dancing."

Harley spun around, a middle-aged man was behind her, looking at the bodysuit with a reflective grimace on his face.

She said nothing but he continued,

"Ma got it after she opened the shop, said it reminded her of home, of Italy. Always loved the Commedia dell'arte, and it reminded her of the Harlequin."

The word caused an instant response, "Is it for sale?"

His silence made her worry, but he shrugged, "possibly but it would cost a lot, lotta sentimental attachment ya know?"

She shook her head, turning to stare at the costume. The owner of the shop must have noticed her love for the piece,

"Tell ya what, I'll let you try it on and see if it fits, we can go from there."

She smiled, nodding and he walked over and unzipped it, carefully pulling it off the mannequin and handing it to her.

"Dressing rooms over there, be gentle, you rip it then you're definitely buying it."

She wanted to snap at him, she knew she wasn't as thin and toned as the customers he dealt with but was that really necessary!? Instead, she gave a concerned and considerate look at him, trying not to goofily run to the room to try it on.

In the dressing room, she was quick to get it on. Her previous red and black outfit was forgotten, a pile in the corner of the room. She felt it zip up easily, realizing that the bodysuit fit like a glove. She almost shivered at the thought, though when she thought of gloves it went to - no, not right now. This was about her, about Harley. Turning to face the mirror, she audibly gasped, giddiness running up her spine as she looked at herself. It accentuated every part of her body and made her feel like, well, her. She quickly dug through her shopping bag, finding the white face paint and lipstick.

Before she had time to really think about what she was doing she spread the thick greasepaint over her already heavily covered face and neck, the pinks of the foundation only slightly coming through the stark whites. She tried to mimic the smile that had been painted on her yesterday. It felt good, it felt real good, it felt right. She wasn't angry like yesterday, watching the cracks appearing. Today it brought excitement and she started to giggle while stuffing her items in the shopping bags and getting her shoes back on.

Harley heard a cough and she tried to quiet the giggles. "Excuse me, ma'am, are you done yet?"

She was surprised at her tone, more sing songy than expected as her accent came out in full force.

"almost! How much ya want for it?"

Silence then a reply, "a thousand."

'Shit, I didn't bring that much!' Harley felt panicked, she wasn't taking this off and going home without it. She couldn't, it wasn't fair, it was hers, it was her.

"I- I'll take it, I'll meet you at the register!"

He seemed reluctant but gave an okay before walking off, she waited only a minute before slipping out of the dressing room. Quietly trying to make her way up front she was caught off guard when he found her inching her way up.

"Hey, what are you doing!? Are you trying to steal that!?" She tried to give a pretty smile but his reaction was disgust. "Why are you painted up like a clown freak!?"

Her smile dropped, rage pooling in her blue orbs.

"Wha? Ya don't like Harley Quinns like ya Ma does, buddy!?"

Harley had to think quickly but before she really could she felt him shove her into a stand of mannequins. She watched as some of the white limbs tumbled around her, glad that she didn't fall apart so easily.

Quick as she could she gripped onto one of the many mannequin arms, raising it over her head. The shop owner stopped, staring at her like she was mad. She snarled, her voice high pitched but growly.

"Back off, Busta, I'm armed!"

With that she slammed the limb at his head, watching as he crumpled to the ground.

Smiling at her quick wit, she gathered her items and walked out. Trying to act as normal as possible, wearing a Lycra bodysuit and face paint, she noticed the stares but tried to remain calm. Yeah, calm...until she heard it. The shop owner was screaming behind her, having surprisingly recovered from being mannequins strong armed into submission. She peered back, squeaking as she saw two security officers heading towards her.

Taking off, she headed to a side exit, listening to other Gotham citizens squealing and yelling as she scurried past them, maybe knocking a few over in getting away. Hitting the street, she felt the cool Gotham air whipping at her cheeks. Quickly turning down a side alley a block away, she used her parkour skills to jump onto a dumpster and climb onto a ladder hanging above. Heading to the rooftop she peered over the edge, watching as the security guards stopped underneath her. She almost laughed when she saw them looking around, confused as to how she had just seemed to disappear.

After a minute they trudged away, and Harley let herself fall back. Laying sprawled out on the rooftop of some random building of Gotham, she stared up at the grey sky above, letting the rush of adrenaline pump through her system. 'Couldn't get a weapon, but could steal a costume while trying to dress up like a clown? Ha! Whaddya know, maybe I am willin to take a few risks every so often!'

She finally let herself laugh and closed her eyes, enjoying the moment more than her usual logical side would have allowed.

Waiting about an hour, she finally allowed herself to leave the rooftop. Putting her skills to use again, she lept from one ledge to another until she saw another ladder. Climbing down, she took the small jump to the ground and dusted off her new outfit. The sun was starting to set, the evening settling upon Gotham and she knew she should probably head home.

"Whatcha doing, girlie?"

She stiffened, turning around to see a lumbering man leering at her down the alley she found herself in.

His meaty hands were already twitching toward her and she felt her stomach drop.

"Nothin' buddy, buzz off!"

She tried to sound as mean as she could muster, knowing that her tiny stature didn't threaten. He eyed her bags and she watched as he eased closer. Her rage started to bubble in her, fear fading away.

"Just give me whatcha got and you can go home, clown lady."

She laughed and before she could respond he had grabbed her already bruised throat and slammed her against the wall. Harley felt her head smack the brick, a buzzing sound vibrating in her head. She felt his weight force her down, her hands attempting to keep her up but meeting trash that slid under her grip.

'I wonder what clown pussy feels like"

She sucked in air, her fight or flight fully kicking in.

'I shoulda got that damn knife'

She tried digging her nails into his arm and using her toned legs to kick him away but the meat bag was too solid. Harley could hear him laughing and she felt bile reach her throat, it was disgusting, the worst laugh she had ever heard and all she wanted was to make it stop.

Letting go, her hands went back to the ground, feeling around to find something, anything she could use. That's when she felt it, a broken beer bottle, the neck still intact with sharp edges. She looked up at him, his leer full of lewdness.

"Ya wanna know, huh?"

His face lit up, surprised that her response came out as a tease.

"Ya know it girlie."

She smiled, despite the revulsion at watching him lick his lips. Harley gripped the bottle, using her other hand to gently touch his arm.

He looked at her hand, hearing his breath hitch for just a second.

"Lemme show ya then!"

With as much force as possible, she slammed the broken edge of the bottle into his neck, watching as it sunk in. Blood quickly started spurting out, his grip instantly gone and he fell back. Keeping her grip on the neck of the bottle she let his reactive motion pull it out before she used the forward leverage she obtained to sink it back into his flesh. She heard his pained gasp, watching as his eyes widened and fear bleed into them. She started to giggle, a similar jingly bright tone she had heard just the other day from the Joker.

She twisted the bottle in deeper, before pulling it out and shoving it back in. Again, and again, and again. The gasps became gurgles and she watched as bubbles formed in his blood as the oxygen escaped his throat. Again. Harley kept going until his throat looked like raw ground meat, feeling the excitement as the light in his eyes left. 'Is this what he feels?' wondering if The Joker killed so readily because of the power it held, how nice the adrenaline felt as it raced through her blood?

She finally allowed herself to stop, looking at her bloodied hands as she left the trash in his minced throat. Harley's laughter never stopped, ringing off the walls of the alley as she trembled. What an exciting day, what an eventful, exciting day!

Frost had been told to keep tabs on her all day, it was easy enough knowing he had installed a tracker to give him location updates every 10 minutes. She had been moving most of the day but then it stopped, and not at her home. Frost grew frustrated and decided she must be up to something. Knowing his boss, he had a reason he wanted him to keep tabs, remembering being told to alert him if anything seemed off.

Heading to the Joker's office, he gave a quick knock. He could hear grumbles and cursing until the door swung open.

"What!?"

His boss was steaming, it was never a wise decision to bother him when he was in the office, but it was worse to not do what he told you to do.

"Sorry to interrupt boss, but that gal, I think she's up to something."

The Joker's annoyance seemed to melt away, his green brows raising as his fingers thrummed against the door frame.

"Think the little gal is up to something, hmm? Guess you're just gonna have to take me to find out, aren't you, Frost?"

It wasn't really a question, Frost knew that and he stepped aside as the Joker walked by, heading out the door. Frost sighed, smoothing back his blonde locks and grabbing his keys. He hadn't been in the mood for clean up duty tonight.

Harley almost jumped when she heard the screech of tires. She was blinded by bright headlights as the vehicle turned down the alley to stop a few feet away from her and the dead meatbag. She tried to cover her eyes with her arm, scared that she was being caught literally red handed. Hearing the engine shut off, she waited for the lights to shut off but they didn't. Harley had no idea who was in the vehicle and started to back up until she heard a door slam open, a familiar laugh replacing her own that had been bouncing off the walls. What was the Joker doing here?

Stepping out the back of the van, The Joker dusted off his pristine suit, wondering what the little minx was doing lollygagging in a random alley. Frost kept the lights on her, knowing his preferences for interrogation. He couldn't help but laugh, already excited to watch the fear dance in his new toy's eyes at his appearance but when he turned the corner his excitement morphed into something different entirely.

He could smell the blood as he approached, taking in the little clown in her getup. Who knew she would start to bend so easily? No, it wasn't easy, something had always been there, something had been waiting inside her primed for him to bring out. She was so cute, her face painted white and the same painted smile from last night. More blood smeared across her face and her hands drenched in it. Her costume choice was almost perfect, he was impressed, Harley Quinn already doing the work he deemed inconsequential for himself. He motioned for Frost to cut the lights, letting only the dim streetlamps fill the alley. She was trembling and as she lowered her arm, Her eyes hit him. They were sparkling and wide with an emotion he knew well, it wasn't fear, no...it was excitement. He really was starting to enjoy how much fun this gal was turning out to be.

With the lights off, she could actually see him, his gloves gripping at his lapels as he stared her down. She felt her preen under his gaze, all logic having long left for the day.

"What do we have here, Harley? Hmm?"

Following his gaze, her lids lowered as they both stared at the body.

She chuckled, her shoulders rising in a half-hearted shrug.

"Mincemeat of Jerk, I guess, Mistah J."

She felt the warmth come back as he laughed, she already loved making him laugh.

His head whipped back to her, the laughter still bleeding in through his words as he put on a mock face of concern.

"Lovers quarrel? Didn't like your new style, huh, Harley?"

She snickered, "Nah boss, just a random jerk touching things that aren't his."

She watched as he got closer, humming a tune she didn't recognize as he kept her eyes on hers.

"Good thinking sweets, nobody touches my things."

Her heart hammered against her chest with that, he saw her as his? Really? She wanted to let herself drift off into daydreams until she felt his hand on her chin. His eyes were lowered and he let their noses almost touch.

"Grab your things toots, we can't stay here all night"

And like that he was no longer touching her, she wanted desperately to lean forward to gain it back but she listened instead, grabbing her purse and shopping bags. Stopping only a second to look at the dead man and stick out her tongue at him, like he would somehow know.

As she approached the Joker, he gave her a beautiful smile and she swooned. She was racing off the tracks, hard and fast, not knowing how to pump the brakes. Harley swoon grew as she felt his arm move around her, taking a grip on her hip, tight enough to bruise as he guided her to the back of the van.

Not so gently shoving her inside, she sat on a bench, unsure of what to do. She probably looked pathetic, staring at the now dried blood on her palms in the corner like a lost kid. Joker slid up beside her though, the hand that had been gripping her hip now resting behind her.

She felt the van startup, and she looked at the driver, recognizing him as that frost guy.

Harley had no idea of where they were going, and she was definitely not going to ask.

Looking back at the Joker, he was staring down at her and her attention caused his lips to curl. She was tempted to reach out to him, his body warmth pulling her in but knew better. He seemed to read her mind as he leaned closer, his arm behind her pulling her to him even more.

"Was it your first time, Harley?"

"Whaddya mean, Mistah J?"

"Don't play daff, silly girl, the first time you dealt the final blow, the punchline…"

Harley sucked in air, his voice was a purr and it almost sounded like it was laced with excitement. Still, the reality struck her, it hadn't been, not really and she had never admitted it out loud before.

"N-no, not really." Her voice dripped with sadness she couldn't hide.

She watched his brows raise but his eyes took on a darker tint, he was growing irritated at her sudden sadness, she could tell.

"First time no good, hmm? Well was this time better, my Harley Quinn?"

Harley shivered, feeling his fingers massage her shoulder as he waited for a response.

"Y-yeah does it always feel so…"

She went quiet, unsure of how to describe what she felt during the moment, no guilt, no sadness, only…

"fun, pleasureful...powerful?"

Her eyes widened, head bobbing up and down rapidly.

"Yes it can, especially if you stick with me, pumpkin."

Harley's heart swelled, a blush forming under her face paint.

"Really, Mistah J?"

This gal was downright goofy, watching her act like a shy schoolgirl with a crush, giddy at the idea of killing more people around him, with him. Ha! Like she would ever match him in any way whatsoever. Still, the idea of this cutesy slip of a piece smashing in skulls at his beck and call made his spine tingle. He wondered how Batsy would react, watching in horror as he pulled the strings of his new toy to do depraved and horrible things. Now that was a thought.

He let his mind fill with similar thoughts, his hand going to her throat, letting his fingers brush along her bruised neck. Yes, things were working out nicely, shaping up to create more chaos in Gotham. He wanted to continue to reflect but she was trembling again and it was very distracting. The Joker was still very much annoyed at his physical reaction to her and he dragged his fingers along the bruises more harshly in response. She let out a tiny moan, one of pleasure, and he almost snarled.

The little minx never gave the right responses and his body liked it too much. He felt his cock come to life, twitching so slightly when she squirmed against him. Glaring down at her he saw she was trying to maintain some composure, her hands balled up tight in her lap. He chuckled and she looked at him. Giving her a toothy grin, he reached up and cupped her head. His eyes were like giant blue pools, swirling with lust and excitement and he was sure if he just lightly touched the right spot she would fully unravel.

"Such a good girl for Daddy, aren't you Harley?"

He saw her grow giddy again, starting to react but before she could he wrapped his hand into her ponytail. The Joker tilted her head back, letting his lips graze her cheek just for a second, allowing her this small intimate gesture before he dealt with her. She smiled, showing her pretty teeth and he matched it with his own, and then he proceeded to harshly slam her skull into the wall of the van. She was still awake and he heard her moan again. He growled, feeling his cock twitch again. Second slam and there was silence, she was out. Letting go of her hair, she fell like a marionette with its strings cut, spilling out on the floor of the van.

He watched her crumpled form at his feet as they headed back to the lair. What inspired that last statement perplexed him and if he was prone to it, would be worried his genius was starting to agree with his body. Angry, he nudged her away with his wing-tipped shoe. She better be worth it or she was going to regret it dearly.

Frost only looked back in the mirror for a second, knowing the boss preferred his goons to mind their own business. The whole scenario confused him, it had since he walked in yesterday hearing that a gal has survived the schtick. Even more when the Joker disappeared and came back almost as enthused as when he had a run-in with Batman. Frost ended up having to rummage through the lockers, handing off her purse when he found it.

Watching the Joker dig through a lady's bag was not a view he ever thought he'd see, but there he was, watching the Joker swipe some candy as he tossed him her phone. When he pulled out the picture though, the idea of what he had going started to dawn on Frost. The Joker got a look, a possessive one, the same he got when Joker got wind that another rogue had captured Batman's attention. This gal had a role in his huge game, he saw something in her. If he hadn't been used to the world of the Joker, he may have pitied her but those feelings got you killed and Frost planned on living. Watching the Joker pocket the photo and hold out his hand, Frost gave back the phone. A few seconds later, it was tossed back to him.

"Put a tracker on it. I expect you to keep tabs, I want to know if she's up to anything fishy."

As usual, his boss didn't wait for a response, loudly exclaiming to everyone as he got to the exit.

"Shops closed boys! Gotta get it remodeled and ready for its Grand Reopening. 72 hours, don't disappoint!"

Snapping back to the current moment, he peered back one more time. Thankfully, Joker was staring intently at her form on the floor. His boss's jaw was tight and he wondered what the broad had done to cause such a reaction. Frost heard her give a little whimper, though she was still out from the head bashes.

His boss sucked in a sharp breath and uncomfortably repositioned himself. Frost's eyes ripped away, paying extra attention to the road. The Joker was into her. In all his years working for him, he had never seen that. Sure, the boss had used flirting in malicious ways, to cause fear and disgust but he never once showed any kind of attraction to anyone. Frost assumed that his obsession with Batman was the closest he got to that.

This was dangerous and he allowed himself to feel a little pity for her. Not enough to do anything stupid but enough to know she was doomed. Already a broken doll on the floor to be toyed with by a man who only wanted mayhem and bloodshed. Sure, he wasn't going to have to work clean up tonight, but he could only imagine what it would be like, when it did happen when he had to clean up the gory mess of Harley Quinn.