So I'm sooooo sorry guys! I know its been like a really long time since I've wrote anything and I feel so terrible about leaving you guys hanging for so long. My work up until recently had been giving me some really long shifts that by the time I got home I didn't feel like doing anything and also my husband has been sick so lots of doctors appointments on my days off. So yeah... I'm soooo sorry.

The chapter is actually one of my favorite so far. It's pretty much just all Joker and Doll awesomeness and I hope you enjoy it. Please please leave me a review to let me know what you guys think! Chapter six is already in the works so hopefully I'll be able to work on it more regularly and it will be up soon.

Chapter Five

Stress Relief

Doll was setting on the basement stairs the darkness covering her like a warm blanket. She had been there for a few hours listening for any sounds from their guests. They were boringly silent meaning that they had yet to wake to up to see their destination; Doll always loved that part. She sighed as she stretched her legs out on the steps under her but paused in her movements when she heard a commotion going on up above her. Rolling her eyes she went to see what the problem was. It didn't take her long to find two of her and The Joker's men staring each other down in the hallway across from the living room area.

"Is there a problem here boys?" She asked as she watched them carefully.

They both visibly jumped when they heard her voice.

"Um, uh no boss. We were just talkin', ya know." The older of the two said. Doll had no idea what their names were and she didn't care.

"And what by chance were you talking about so loudly?" She asked them again as she walked closer to them. Her movements were similar to a tiger getting ready to pounce on its prey. Her eyes didn't even seem to blink as she stared at them.

"We were just discussing what the plan was for those two women that we brought in. Are we going to rand-some them off to get some money?" The younger one spoke up. The older one nudged him in the ribs to try to get him to shut up but it was to late.

"I see... well let me give you some advice, okay?" She said with a nod of her head to the younger one. She had a large smile on her face and her voice was a high and friendly sounding; on Doll those two things never meant anything good. The younger of the two nodded dumbly and her smile dropped just as quickly as she formed it. "When The Joker or myself ask you to do something... you do it. And if you want to keep your life you do it... and then you don't question it!" She told him her voice now low and dangerous as she stepped closer to him. He was taller than her by at least a half a foot but he still shrank away when she got close to him. She waved the older of the two off. She found her stress reliever and a lesson to some of the newer men.

"Why don't we take a walk." She suggested with the bright smile plastered back on her face. "Follow me," she said as she began to walk. He followed with only a brief hesitation.

When the reached the living room area where several of the men were she stopped.

"Just so everyone will know encase you haven't figured it out yet The Joker and I are the bosses of this house. So if you want to continue your existence I suggest you do what you're told. We didn't force you to work for us... so don't complain." Doll told all of them. She turned to the young man behind her who was staring at her with wide eyes. He looked even younger then Doll.

"And just so this is imprinted into your tiny brains..." without saying anything else Doll pulled out her switchblade from her coat pocked and rammed it right into the man's stomach. It happened so fast that no one had realized what had happened until they heard the man scream in pain. The other men quickly scattered like a herd of cockroaches to other places in the hotel. That didn't need to stick around to know what would happen next. The lesson was learned and his screams were sure to be heard throughout the building.

"You caught me on a really bad day." She told him before kneeing him in his stab wound. He feel to the ground with a groan of agony. Doll kicked him again and smiled at his screams. It wasn't long before she was setting on his chest her fist connecting with his already broken nose and jaw over and over. Her hands were covered in his blood and her knuckles were hurting but she didn't care. She shook off the pain and continued to take out her frustration.

She was still hitting him well after he was dead. Finally with one last hit she calmed down. Still setting on his chest she took a deep breath before breathing it out.

Doll wasn't sure how long she sat there on the dead henchman's body before she heard The Joker clear his throat from behind her. His face showed amusement but she could also see the worry in his eyes. Why he was worried she didn't know. Everything was going well for them. They had Gotham in their hands.

"Think you've blew off enough steam for the day." The Joker commented. "Why don't we call it a night." He suggested to her. In an unusual show of affection he walked over to her and pulled her off the body. He held her close to his chest. Her ear right next to where his heart beat quickly inside his chest. She looked up at him in question. Something was wrong. She could feel it.

"Is something wrong?" She questioned him as he lead her to their room. He didn't say anything and he closed the door and pushed her over to the bed. Doll sat on the edge with The Joker standing in between her legs as he looked down at her.

"I don't know, you tell me." He said.

"Maybe you need to take a trip to Arkham your starting to sound crazy," Doll told him. His eyes narrowed at her. She smirked up at him.

"Maybe you need to go there. It seems like you like playing the role of Bruce Wayne's girlfriend a little to much." He told her with a smile that was anything but friendly.

"Ohh so that is what it all comes down to. You know why I'm playing 'dress up' as you call it. Wayne Towers is the heart of Gotham and I want it to fall. I want Gordon to watch it crumble away piece by piece. It's a lot easier to do that with such an advance building if you are on the inside." Doll explained to him. "Bruce Wayne's trust just makes my job much easier. He already asked me to be his date to one of his fundraisers this Saturday. Apparently getting a billionaire to fall for you isn't as hard as one would think."

Doll was held down on the bed before she could blink. The Joker held her hands in a vice grip. She could feel his fingers digging into her wrist. She stared up at him in annoyance. He stared down at her in anger. His brown eyes looked black as they stared down at her.

"Are you doing this on purpose?" He asked her. His voice was low and dark.

"Doing what?" Doll asked annoyed.

"Bruce Wayne... is this a game? Is this payback some how. Feeling like you need to prove something to me...?" He questioned.

She was silent as she stared at him. Her eyes narrowed into slits and her teeth clenched together the longer he held her down.

"Why would I need to prove anything to you?" She hissed at him.

"You haven't been yourself since the whole Carrillo incident." He told her.

"And what exactly do you mean by that?" She questioned curiously. She didn't feel any different. She was the same Doll she has always been maybe even better.

"You seem to like to play dress up. To play these normal characters. Talking to Wayne and going out. Having a change of heart?" He questioned. His tone was teasing but underneath it she could hear the anger lingering just beneath. His fingers were still digging into her wrists and she was sure there would be bruises later.

"Are you jealous?" She sneered at him as she pushed his body with hers. He still didn't let her go or even move. The only thing that happened was he tightened his grip. "I don't need your permission to do anything. If I want to go on dates with Wayne then you have no say so."

"I'm not jealous so you can stop thinking that princess. Wayne wouldn't want anything to do with you if he knew the truth. No. One. Would." His voice lowered an octave as he spoke into her ear.

Doll had reached her breaking point. Without warning she pushed her head into The Jokers. Their heads met with a horrible smack. While he was disoriented she pushed him off of her letting him fall to the floor on his back. In one quick move she sat down on his stomach and pulled a switchblade from her pocket. She positioned it just under his chin. The blade just a hair away from his skin. His forehead was bleeding and she could feel the blood on hers as well.

"You listen and you listen very carefully," she told him. Her face showed no amusement and The Joker stared at her intently. He always took his life for granted when it came to Doll. She always threatened to kill him but he never honestly felt like his life was in danger. The only time he ever thought his life might have been at risk from her was during the whole Carrillo incident when he pushed her a little to far... and now. "I don't need to prove myself to you or anyone. I don't want to be like those people out there. My whole purpose in life has been to prove to them that their lives are nothing but lies."

Doll paused and the room was silent. The Joker continued to stare at her in silence. He didn't know what to say to her. One thing he enjoyed about Doll was how unpredictable she was until it was his life on the line. She had admitted to caring about him only a few months ago but he didn't know how much that would affect Doll if he pushed her too far. They never mentioned it again and Doll didn't seem to want to ever bring it up again.

"You can either stop questioning where my... loyalties lie or I can walk out of here and be your enemy." Doll told him putting just a little bit more pressure on the knife. Any sudden move from The Joker would cause his death. Doll smiled down at him.

"You've seen what happens to my enemies." She told him happily.

Finally after a few more seconds Doll moved the knife away from his throat. She continued to set on him with her hands rested just above his shoulder; the knife held in her right hand.

"Do we have an understanding now?" Doll asked him.

The Joker didn't answer right away. He nodded slowly in agreement after a few moments of silence. He didn't fully believe her though. He would be keeping a very close eye on his little Doll. She might not see the difference in herself but he did. He just hoped she was changing for the 'good'. Covering her scars up and putting her acting skills to the test gave her the ability to blend in and be what was considered normal. He hoped that she wasn't actually enjoying it. He couldn't lose Doll to the playboy Bruce Wayne. He would kill him before he would let that happen.

"Good, now if you don't mind I'm going to get ready for bed. We have guests to entertain tomorrow." Doll told him as she moved away from him. The Joker set up but didn't move himself off the floor. His eyes followed her as she moved about the room. He watched as she removed pieces of clothing and washed off her face paint. She paused when she reached the bed again and stared down at him. He watched as she raised her eyebrows as she stared at him setting on the floor. With a quick smile that stretched his scars he lifted himself off the floor. She shook her head at him with a smile of her own before falling face first into their bed wrapping the covers over her small body. It didn't take long before The Joker joined her.

"So what's it like to date a billionaire?" The Joker asked her suddenly. His voice did give away any hidden emotions. His voice back to being nasally sounding.

Doll smiled into her pillow.

"Well... it's boring." She told him. "Working at Wayne's Tower is the hardest thing I've ever had to do. Not only do they make me do work I could teach a monkey to do but I can't shoot anyone. It's all fake smiles and nice words. No wonder Gotham citizens go crazy all the time. And Bruce Wayne is just as bad. I'm surprised he has lasted this long in Gotham... he has made my job of learning about Wayne's Tower just so much easier. He let me work on his work computer without a second thought. If I knew how easy this was turning out to be I would have blown up his building sooner." Doll told him as she rolled on to her side to look at him.

He never washed his face paint of and it was smeared from sweat and she could see the paint rubbing off onto his side of the bed. She never understood why he didn't just wash it off. It wasn't like she hadn't seen him without it before. She didn't think the reason was anything other than stubbornness with a small amount of laziness since the paint would be completely smeared all over his pillow by morning.

"So is that why you beat one of our uh employees to death?" He asked.

"If you had to play nice with a man with terrible fashion who needs to lay off the potato chips and looks at you like your a piece of meat all day you would need to punch something too." Doll told him. The Joker let out a fit of laughter. When he settled down he rolled his eyes to stare into her blue ones.

"I'm surprised you only killed one employee then."

"There's always tomorrow. After all I get to enjoy another day there." Doll told him. He was silent for a moment. The darkness of the room masked his facial expression from her.

"Remind me to not get on your bad side tomorrow." He told her. With that being said his arms found there way to her body and pulled her in closer. Doll fell asleep with a smile on her scarred face. Her head resting on top of The Jokers chest with one of his arms wrapped around he waist to keep her close to him. If it wasn't for the smeared face paint still lingering on The Joker's face and their scarred up faces they would look just like normal lovers to an outsider. But Gotham knew differently. They weren't normal and they weren't capable of love in the normal sense of the word.

So there ya go. Its a bit longer then the last few chapters have been. I really do like how this chapter turned out. Sort of a filler but lots of murderery Doll and Joker goodness. Any opinions, suggestions, comments, or concerns just leave me a review! Until next time -Adelene