Bella sang softly to the playlist she was listening to over her speaker, dancing around the kitchen as she cooked breakfast for her and Beth. Not noticing she had an audience she twirled around, singing with her spatula as a mic. Beth was sitting on the table watching her but she never faltered as she silly danced her way and pulled on her friends' arm, earning herself a giggle. Smiling she went back to the stove and danced to herself as the sausages and eggs were almost done. She sung the chorus as it came on softly. "I like to make myself believe. That planet Earth turns slowly. It's hard to say that I'd rather stay awake when I'm asleep. Cause everything is never as it seems." She turned off the stove and made a plate for Beth before making hers as Beth went to get the orange juice.

"You're so chipper today, Hells Bells. Anything that brought that on?" Beth asked her as she set the table.

"Maria called earlier saying the store would be closed today. Family emergency. So now I have today and tomorrow off." Bella smiled. "Though I do wish her the best, I hope everything is alright."

"For a bookstore owner, Maria is a tough lady. I'm sure her family is okay if they raised that kind of woman." Beth answered, earning a playful nudge. "And she has you as her best worker, no wonder you're so aggressive." Bella slapped her arm this time, earning a laugh.

Bella forked her eggs. "Should we hit the gym today?" She asked, putting the fork in her mouth, humming at the fluffy texture of her sunny side ups. Beth took a sip of her juice before answering.

"Yeah, we need to keep these bodies in good shape."

"Not like we need it much."

"Yeah especially since that big booty of yours nabbed most of the attention last night." Beth cackled, ducking as Bella threw a napkin at her.

"Hush you." Bella snapped playfully, laughing with her. They polished off their plates before dumping the dishes in the sink. Bella went to get her IPod until a certain song came on. She smirked before shutting it off. She needed to stop taking exotic dance classes soon before she ends up twerking on some random street like she did on her old college campus. She loved flaunting what she had now, even more so since no one would nab what she got to offer. Two men messed with her emotions and now it was her turn. She sneered as she though of her ex's all seeing sister. She hoped she can make them as uncomfortable as she could. Their old fashion always cringed to the 21st century. Changing into their yoga outfits, Bella threw her bag in Beth's backseat before making her way to the man of her life. Her Harley-Davidson V-Rod. She threw her leg over and sat in the seat. Forgoing the helmet and her necessities, she switched on her bike, nearly purring as the bike itself purred to life. He was her beauty. She revved it a few times before pulling out after Beth, laughing as she rode around. When they sat at the light, she spotted a few men sitting around in a white van. Something felt wrong. Before the light could turn green, the ground rumbled as the building by the van doors exploded outward. Her eyes widened when the green haired man from last night stepped out. He laughed loudly as men poured out, holding black bags. She knew she should move. She knew Beth pulled off but she sat rooted as the man looked around with a wicked smile on his face. What suprised her was that when his eyes rested on her, he quieted. Other than wearing black pants with dress shoes and a long purple trenchcoat she couldn't define him well. Other than that he was actually really pale. She faintly saw ink on his skin. But his head was still faced this way. Suddenly he made his way towards where she was, his steps full of power. Taking no time to see what this man wanted. She pulled off quickly, making skid marks on the road.

Joker couldn't believe his luck as he spotted the brunette from last night sitting on a motorcycle. It was quiet. And so was she. The cars next to her peeled off though she sat there just watching him with wide eyes. Her hair was still in ringlets. She was wearing a small black shirt and wearing blue leggings with sneakers but she made it look...delicious. He needed her. Frost was still trying to get her name to see who this little morsel was. He made his way over to her as his boys loaded up the bag, he was halfway there when she suddenly left. He was impressed. Though he was angry. She was running from him. Shouting at the driver, he flagged them to come get him as he pointed to where his little dancer went. "You better keep up with that girl!" He snapped.

Bella revved the bike as much as she could. She had to move. Hearing honks, she turned her head quickly before looking back at the road and speeding up. The van was chasing her! She made many turns as she could before hitting the bridge. She did not want to lead them to Beth. The roads seemed to clear out so she sped up. Why did this bridge seem like it could go for miles?! Suddenly the white van passed in front of her, the back doors opened and guns pointed at her. She raised an eyebrow before manuvering herself. She was the police Chiefs' daughter. Who the hell did they think she was? She lifted the front of her bike as the first shots fired, snarling when they hit the bottom of her bike. This was her baby! Opening a compartment, she took her hidden gun and fired as soon her wheel dropped back down to ground. Over the roar, she heard pained grunts. A face stuck out and she couldn't help but paused when the van suddenly slowed towards her and she finally got to see the man upfront. His hair was slicked back and vibrate green. He flashed her a smirk, the metal guard in his teeth shining. He had tattoo's everywhere. And while he was lean, she couldn't help but say that his body was fine as hell. She slowed down as they did so she wouldn't crash into them. As they came to a full stop, she stopped as well against her better judgement, the bike balanced between her legs as she kept her gun steady, still pointing towards the strange man as he jumped out of the van. His eyes were a little sunken in and dark. His baby blues' had a glint shining in them.

"Theres' my little dancer." He crooned at her as he walked up. She still kept the gun up but he seemed unafraid as he came close enough to touch, letting the nozzle press into his chest. "Such a skilled tiny thing." She shivered under his gaze, his voice sending tingles down her spine.

Finding her voice, she kept her guard up. "What do you want from me?"

"Now you see, that's a whole mouthful to say sweetheart and here would not be the place to discuss it." His hand snapped up and held the nozzle of her gun. "It would be easier to cooperate, because I'd hate to ruin a very beautiful face like yours." His other hand lifted up and caressed her cheek. Tingles ran through her. What the hell? Searching his eyes, she knew she could handle herself, but she would not needlessly get herself into a brawl. Taking a deep breath, she pulled her gun away, clicking the safety before setting it back its' original spot. The hand on her face never left but she drew a breath when he leaned in and kissed her forehead. "Such a good girl. Like my Harls."

She never moved as he pulled back but he tugged at her. She kicked the stand down so her bike wouldn't topple over. He moved to take her spot but moved up a bit. His hand never left her arm as he pulled her behind him. Bella climbed on behind him and with another deep breath, wound her arms around his waist tightly. He cackled loudly.

He loved the way her arms tightened around him as he and his boys pulled off. The bike was something he definitely remodel to his tastes. It ran smooth. For such an feisty girl, she was so compliant to him. She had moves. Really good moves other than her dancing. And now he had her right where he wanted her. With him.

Bella made sure to keep her eyes peeled and tried to memorize the street names as much as she could. Wouldn't want to get lost in this dump. Though she did not have to worry since they made it back to club Smile and Grin. Slowly getting off of the bike, she moved around to snatch the keys before the man could stop her. Fisting the keys in her hand, she openly glared at the green haired man and his men when they looked at her, crossing her arms. Giving nobody any time, she made her way inside. It wasn't opened yet so it was dead in the building. Just her luck. What the hell was his interest in her? The man in question just walked towards the golden booth he sat in that night. He looked towards her and beckoned forward. Grunting, she moved to his location but sat farthest away from him, making sure to stick closer towards the door. He pulled off his coat and laid it on the soft sofa. She watched him as he kept her eyes on her. He had a slight frown on his face, swaying from side to side. She kept her eyes on him but her eyes darkened. Throughout all the horrors she faced, she wasn't easily intimidated. And she would be damned if she gave this man an opportunity to see her vunerable side.

"So what do you want from me?" She asked calmly, trying to keep her anger from seeping off her tongue. His brow ticked when he suddenly grinned maniacly, giggling menacingly.

"Why, I want you my dear." He spoke as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. "So serious little dancer, come come let daddy give you a big ol' hug." His laugh would've sent shivers down her spine, had her anger not overroded her fear.

"Excuse you?" She hissed, her nails started digging in her forearms. Her head tilted downward as her scowl deepened, a snarl forming on her lips.

"What's your name, little dancer? Such delectable moves you had that night." He suddenly changed tones. Was this man insane? The scowl left her face and her eyebrows raised so high it felt as if it could have hit her hair. She contemplated on giving him a false name but logic slammed over it. He was a criminal. She still did not know who he was. In coming to Gotham, she never paid any mind to the world. She came to get away, not stick her nose where it didn't belong to bring more trouble in her world. She must've taken too long to answer because he suddenly glared at her and slammed a hand on the table in between them. "What is your name?" He growled. She clicked her tongue at him. His eyes flashed.

"Isabella Swan." His demeanour suddenly changed. This man had more mood swings than a pregnant female. He grinned and said her threw her name around, seemingly testing it out.

"Isabella..." He moaned out, swaying around again. "Do you know who I am, gorgeous?" Insane, out there, crazy, lost one too many of his marbles, a lunatic, nutty, deranged, demented, a mad man? She should go on, but it seemed his patience was too low.

"No." She clipped. Truly she also really did not care. Unlike her younger self, she was more inclined to know the less she knew the better.

"Now, now sugar, you wouldn't be lying to daddy would you?" He looked like he wanted to climb over the table and tackle her.

She huffed. "Curiosity killed the cat and I will not be the one to stick my nose where I don't want it. So no I do not know you."

"But everyone knows the Joker!" He spread his arms outward with a cry. Bella wasn't impressed. She tapped her finger and mentally counted backwards from a hundred to keep her irritation from flaring. "Well then let's get to know each other." She thought her first ex gave her a heady case of whiplash, this man took a gold medal for it.

"Puddin'!" A woman cried out. As much as she wanted to look at whoever was coming, she was not taking her off this man. She will not make another mistake of turning her back to a predator. She schooled her face when the blonde from cage sauntered into the booth. Her hair was up in pigtails. Red and blue dawned her body. Bella blinked slowly at her attire. Property of Joker was printed of the back of her red and blue jacket. On her white and red shirt was Daddy's Lil' Monster. Small red and blue booty shorts with fishnets and red and blue stilletos. Her hair was also died at the ends. Red on one side and blue on the other. Her make up matched her colors as the opposite. Where she had one red hairband she had blue eye shadow and vice versa. Though her lips were a bright red. Her make up was smeared but it fit her entire look.

"Ah, come to daddy." Joker pulled the girl towards him, making the girl giggle crazily before her eyes turned and settled on Bella. "See we have a visitor, Harls. Do you like her?"

Bella wanted to blanch at the wide smile that adorned the blondes' face as she moved quickly towards her and engulfed her in a hug. She blinked twice before trying to pull out of the grip, side glaring at the woman with wide eyes.

"I'm Harley Quinn," The woman spoke brightly. "What's your name?" Bella couldn't think straight, more tingles were fluttering through her. Joker answered for her.

"Isabella Swan." He rolled the L's. Bella broke the woman's grip on her and scooted away from the woman, her body stiffening just incase she was entangled in another hug.

"Oh don't be shy!" Harley smiled at her. "You smell so good too, like strawberries, doesn't she Mr. J?"

"Oh yes." He hissed towards Bella. Bella's eyes swivled back and forth between the two. She was just as nutty as he was. She was getting a headache. Her temple pulsed erratically. Her chest started to sing a jingle and she sighed. Beth as calling. Standing up, she fished her phone out of her shirt and answered the call, keeping her eyes on the two that were watching her albeit closely.

"Be-" She was interrupted as her best friend started crying loudly over the phone.

"Bells?! Where are you? You weren't behind me so I went back to find you, but you were gone. Then I went back to the apartment and I still couldn't find you. Are you okay?! You didn't get hurt? I'm sorry. I'm so sorry." It was like she didn't breathe during her rant.

"Beth! Calm down okay? Take a deep breathe okay, In. Then Out. In. Then out. Yes thats it." She felt better as well as they both did their breathing exercise. "Are you okay now?"

"Yes," She seemed out of breath. "You're okay though right?" She whimpered over the phone.

"Yes B, I'm fine, okay?" Her eyes narrowed at Harley and Joker. "I'll be home soon so take a hot bath with your scented bubbles. Don't worry. I'm just catching up with something."

"Oh thank god, I thought my heart was going to pop. I thought you either got lost or were captured or something." Well she was right on the mark but Bella wasn't about to tell her that. "I'll wait for you Bells okay? Get gome safely."

"I will." They said their goodbyes and she placed her phone securely in her bra.

"A friend Isabella?" Joker grinned at her. "So worried over you."

Bella's eyes narrowed dangerously which seemed to make him grin more. Her mouth formed into an ugly snarl. "..." She kept quiet. She would masscre his whole world if he thought of trying to go near her best friend.

"Aw, you're no fun, Isabella." Her fingers curled in and out and she flopped back heavily in her seat, crossing her arms. "I want fun!"

She changed the subject back to her original question "What do you want me for?" She snapped, snarling menacingly at him.

"Oh!" He cackled. "Now you're getting even more fun, little dancer. I said I want you. And what I want, I get. You're mine!" He lurched forward in his seat at her. The cord to her dam snapped. She stood up quickly and kicked the table, everyone but her watching it fly upwards and land on its surface. She slammed her foot on its' underside, feeling it crumble under the weight.

"If you think I would subject myself into become another mans' doormat, then you've got another thing coming, Joker." She growled in his face. "I am my own. Theres' only so much I can tolerate from men trying to make me a possession before it gets ugly. I came here to get away from all of that, not to be sucked into another different world by a man only to have him shatter my heart and cast me aside as if I'm a broken toy!" She howled before quickly making her way out of the booth. She stomped outside and made her way towards her bike as the sun shown on her face. Her eyes blurred and she tried to keep her old emotions at bay as she peeled out of the street.

Harley's eyes were wide through the start of Strawberry's small confession. Looking at the crater in the table, she felt her heart squeeze slightly. Strawberry was in pain. So much pain. Her blue eyes flickered upwards her Puddin' to see him staring out where the door was thrown open. "Puddin'?" He stayed quiet. "Who would ever hurt such a beautiful girl like Strawberry?" She asked. He still stayed quiet. "Strawberry is someone who would make anyone feel lucky to have her. I can see it, what she has deep down."

"The wild craziness she has closed off." He said. "It's buried so deep in those brown eyes of hers. Someone tampered with my little dancer. And no one messes with what is mine." He growled. "Frost! You better find more information on Isabella!"