First, wanted to say sorry for the delay, work has been hectic and I've been exhausted lately. So not feeling all that able to do much more than rest after a long day. But hope this next chapter finds you all well and continuing to enjoy the story.

(Harley POV)

As puddin' cleared his throat and the woman seemed to pause before turning to face us I nearly fell back hearing not only the words but how she was speaking to him. Seeing as she'd put a little almost annoyed hint on his name she clearly knew who he was yet was choosing to throw attitude at the Joker? Was the woman completely insane? Seeing that glare on her face had me narrowing my own eyes right back at the audacity of this bitch treating my puddin' so disrespectfully.

If this situation had been different, I probably would have been completely impressed by this woman, but when it was towards my puddin' well let's just say I was biting my cheek to keep from saying anything at least for the moment. Though right as she well dismissed us, I was pissed and released Mr. J's hand coming from slightly behind to up in front, just before noticing the male that this woman had been having issues with to call her mistress.

"Just who the hell do you think you are?" I couldn't hold it back any longer and even glanced to Joker only to see this blank almost shocked expression adorning his face that had me blinking. 'What the fuck? Why isn't he pissed? Anyone else would have shown such disrespect would have been shot on the spot, yet there was no gun and hell he'd not said a word or anything since she turned to face us.

"Mr. J?" I had to try and get him to snap out of this, but right as I went to get his attention a sudden crackle of laughter had me stepping back startled and my eyes moved to this woman again. Was..was she laughing at us? Just who the hell is this woman to just come in here and treat us like the shit on the bottom of her shoes.

I'd noticed a smile gracing her lips earlier and it was still there now, "What's the matter Barbie? Ken finally lose those steel balls and now you're left standing alone?"

After I recovered I was not sure where I was, but I moved forward hand raised and it just connected with her face. "YOU BITCH! This is OUR club you don't just come in here like you own it and talk down to us." I was beyond pissed at the moment and could feel the rushing of blood in my ears as my heart raced in my chest from the emotions. She stepped up to me and I didn't even flinch as I saw her hand come up and right as I was prepared to feel the sting, a hand shot out grabbing her wrist and I turned to see Mr. J finally reacting.

"Mistress!" Her pathetic peon finally was voicing his thoughts and I honestly paid him no mind, I mean he was having his ass handed to him moments earlier so clearly he wasn't a huge threat to consider.

Of course with Mr. J reacting, as the club now was watching all of this anyhow, his boys had gotten their guns pulled and aiming at this screwed in the head bitch and I almost laughed that she really didn't know who the fuck she was messing with.

"Let go of my wrist you sick, fucked up freak!" Her annoying voice cut through my musings and I tuned back in to see them both staring hard at each other. Though the woman looked more pissed, where my puddin' well he looked hurt? Lost? I really couldn't discern that look and it actually had me worried. And then suddenly J was hunched over, gripping his groin and my eyes shot open wide realizing what had just happened and couldn't believe the woman caught him off guard like that.

"NO! STAND DOWN!" J's voice just catches us all off guard and even the woman is arching a confused brow, while still glaring.

"Boss? We can't just…"

"I SAID NO!" Johnny raised his hands in surrender as J lashed out again at his command being the question and slowly rose, looking right back to this woman and I really wasn't sure anymore what to think.

(Joker POV)

After I cleared my throat and the woman turned, I felt my heart stop and was left frozen, stunned and feeling like I just fell into some alternate world. Flashes, images began rushing through my mind and as I watched, trying to make sense of what I was now seeing everything else seemed to just fall away. For now. Some of the images that flash through were scenes I'd completely and utterly forgotten since turning into the Joker, others were things, faces I couldn't even remember now, yet knew they had been important to me someway.

The woman was speaking, but my mind wasn't yet processing anything beyond the images, flashes still running through my mind on fast forward. More and more I was feeling pieces of lost memories suddenly becoming back clear and shocking, yet I still couldn't break from this moment or even from feeling lost in my own mind. Not even Harley's hand still within my own was helping.

Finally, the images began to slow down and as I took them in I felt my body tense up a little more, my eyes blinking as if trying to will what I was now seeing away. Barely coherent enough to hear this woman and Harley arguing, which normally I would have easily snapped from hearing my Harley. Yet I remained firmly lost in the images well one image that was now just glaring me right in the face and I just wasn't even sure what to think. It had me both confused, lost, but also rather pissed and that last emotion is what finally snapped me back to the present, well and the tell-tale sound of flesh connecting with flesh.

That nice red imprint of Harley's hand on the woman's face had me wondering how I was so lost to not realize things had gotten heated. But clearly, I'd missed something since Harley was probably the most pissed off I'd ever seen her or heard her and that was even with me. Of course seeing the woman's hand coming up suddenly had me reacting before I even realized it, as my hand shot out grabbing her wrist and keeping her from making contact with Harley's cheek. Though it now had me the target of her anger and yet I didn't flinch as she yelled for me to release her, still I heard the guns being pulled out from my men and knew I had to regain the control.

Still, right as I was about to release her wrist, the woman had the nerve to knee me right in the balls and I dropped. Gasping from the pain shooting through my body and the shock at her catching me so off guard I allowed it to happen. 'Get your freaking head in the damn game Joker' my mind hissed as I took in a few breaths while still gripping for now at my crotch, damn that fucking hurt.

"NO! STAND DOWN!" I shouted out suddenly remembering my men had their guns and even heard a few about a few seconds from killing this woman and couldn't allow it. Though was pretty sure I now had everyone's eyes on me, which said enough since I when did I ever tell my guys to stand down. Period. Never, but this was a completely different situation and something inside told me I'd regret letting anyone kill this woman.

"Boss? We can't just…" Johnny's protest had me again remembering what was happening as I stood slowly and growled. "I SAID NO!" And wisely enough he raised his hands in surrender as I finally turned my attention to the woman before me, pushing past the pain still throbbing between my legs.

Taking a breath I opened my mouth to speak, when the woman suddenly poked my chest that actually causes me to stumble back, "I swear to go you sick fuck if I'm not allowed to leave you will regret the day you ever…" Holding up my hand I made her pause and exhaled before shifting and waving my hand off towards the exit, "You're free to leave. No one will stop you." I held my hand up knowing I was about to get a resounding yell of protests from not only Harley, but my boys and instead remained focused on the woman.

As she blinked those eyes behind her glasses, clearly shocked I was allowing her to leave I took the moment to take her in better. That long, dark hair, seemed longer, those eyes harder, colder than I noticed in the flashes of images, but surprisingly I had to admit one thing that shocked me. Well, the me that I was now and that was how beautiful she was. 'Fuck I am in trouble.'

(?POV)

I was so beyond pissed at the moment, first Joker and his tramp interrupted me, then that blond, naive little hussy had the nerve to call me a bitch and worse slap me. If I wasn't wanting to bring them both down so much I would of shot that whore dead right then and there. But instead, I'd been wanting to return the favor only for that freak of a clown to stop me his first action since interrupting me in the first place.

It did make me wonder what game he was playing, even the knee to his groin had him calling off his men instead of lashing out at me as I'd have expected. Which made me even leerier, but for now I just wanted out of this screwed up club and to rethink my plans. So when he seemed to call off anyone from stopping me and my new servant I gave one last glare before turning on my heels and walked out, vaguely hearing footsteps behind me and knew my new pet was following. At least one good thing had come from this little trip.