Sorry for the delay, I've decided I will do the story myself. My collaborator has a lot on her plate, with her own stories and I don't want to add to her list so forgive the wait. I hope you enjoy the next chapter and if anyone cares to guess about the mystery woman or give any other comment or have questions don't hesitate to PM me.

(Joker's POV)

Harley and I had only just arrived at the club, but my mind was preoccupied with Waller, that bitch was going to pay and pay dearly for what she did to my queen. Still, I wanted to figure out just the right punishment nothing as simple a bullet would do for that woman. Of course, I also wasn't going to let Harley out of my sight, so right now my priority was keeping eyes on her. I'd hoped she'd rest, but Harley being Harley wasn't going to rest when she could be here dancing in her cage for me, as she so innocently put it.

"Puddin?" The sudden voice of my sweet harlequin pulled me from my thoughts and I glanced over at her as she sat near her window peering out. Those eyes of hers seemed to be looking at me with concern and I sighed mentally.

Shifting I made my way over to her and wrapped an arm around her waist, "Yes?" Offering her one of my smiles curious what she was so concerned about.

Her hands came up my chest and I arched a brow, "I've been talking to you since we walked in and you seemed to be lost in your own thoughts. What's wrong?" I sighed hating that I'd been so lost in my revenge that I'd not realized she'd been talking to me, pressing my forehead against hers and inhaled a moment. "Sorry Harls was just thinking didn't mean to ignore you. What were you saying?"

Keeping my arm around her waist I gave her my attention, well a majority of it as my eyes moved to look out over the club. Making sure things were running smoothly and it was as I was about to bring them back to Harley that I froze. My eyes locked on a figure below who seemed to be engaged in an argument, but that wasn't what had my attention. It was the tattoo I noticed upon her back. Right there in the center of her back was a rather nicely done, large image of the masks: Comedy and Tragedy.

I wasn't even sure what was the reason I froze at seeing it, which caused my eyes to narrow only to blink a moment later when a hand touched my cheek. Shaking my head I turned to look seeing Harley once more staring with concern in her eyes, "Daddy what has you so distracted?"

Glancing back almost afraid to say and have it be a figment of my imagination I looked to see the woman still there and Harley's voice once more breaking me from the trance. "Who's the woman?"

"I don't know, but it's not her it's that tattoo on her back. I can't explain it, but something about that image just hit me and I froze." Suddenly I needed to go see it better in person and grabbed Harley's hand before we were making our way down the stairs and towards where the woman was standing. If I'd been more focused I probably would have noticed just who it was she was having this argument with, as it was I didn't and for the moment it mattered very little to me. Or so I'd believed.

"That's one of Falcone's men." Harley's voice caused me to momentarily look away and past the woman to indeed see a lack of Falcone and I growled. He'd been causing me issues and I just wasn't in the mood to deal with him or anyone who worked for him either.

As we got closer I could see the woman had the man's arms twisted in a way if she wanted could dislocate his shoulder and had to keep from chuckling at that. But instead, I clear my throat interrupting the woman and focus on the tattoo once more till she slowly turned around.

(Narrator's POV)

When steel-blue eyes landed on the tall figure standing behind her, she noted the pale white face, bright neon green hair, and eyes that seemed to bore into her soul and exhaled sharply in frustration, realizing just who had interrupted. Wondering if this was a sign of her evening going to hell or not before it even got started. Of all the damn people to butt into her business, it had to be the damn clown.

"Do you mind Joker? I was in the middle of taking care of a situation and don't appreciate being interrupted." There was no fear, hell there was no real emotion behind her voice save for annoyance at the Crown Prince for butting into her business. Though it wasn't missed how the man she still had pinned with his arm painfully behind his back had tensed up the moment she'd said the Joker's name.

This was one woman who didn't need a man barging in trying to take over or even for that matter telling her what to do. Sure she pretty much just blew off one of Gotham's most notorious gangsters and a man most didn't dare insult, but that was just who she was and he wasn't someone she feared. He ruled this city with fear, don't give him any and he can't walk all over you.

Giving him one more glare from being her slender frames she honestly didn't see what all the fuss was about him. Okay, so he was a freak to look at with the bright neon green hair, pale face, and multiple tattoos, she'd seen a lot worse than him in her life. Hell if she was a betting woman, most of his goons probably feared him more than liked him and given his status she had a feeling fear and money did wonder on idiotic minds.

"Now if you'll excuse me," turning her attention away from Joker, clearly dismissing him and his presence she tightened her hold on the asshole, ready to get back to the business at hand. Noting how he was slightly trembling now and couldn't help that smirk from appearing on her lips, "Hmm where was I?"

Cocking her head curiously to the man still under her hold and leaned in near his ear, the Joker and everyone else no longer a thought in the moment, "I think you need a lesson in just who has the control." Her voice was barely above a whisper in the ear, liquid silk across the senses before she felt his body relaxing and smiling shifting to lean back away from him slowly. Lessening the grip against the wrist as she did.

As his wrist was released the male shifted to stand up straight and looked over at her before looking at the Joker, "Is there a problem Mistress?" Once more looking between his mistress and the Joker, while that smile grew over the woman's face as she too once more turned her eyes back to the Crown Prince.