A/N- Sorry I haven't updated in awhile... A fried motherboard tends to do that.

"You know, you really should consider moving here Jerald." smiled the Joker enthusiastically, "We've got plenty of room upstairs, much bigger than that dreary apartment."

I smiled politely, "I like my apartment though. Plus relocating would be a pain-" I started, but was interrupted by the Joker saying "Yes yes of course. Don't want to mix your work with your personal life now do we?"

We strolled through the large room past broken machines and dusted equipment to the narrow doors at the end of the room. As we passed under the faded "Office" sign, we heard a shrill voice. "Heyay boys!"

I nodded briefly, "Miss Quinn".

"Oh Jerald," she replied, "you know you don't have to be all formal around me. You've been here longer than any other employee, you're practically Mr. J number two."

"Careful now Harley!" exclaimed the Joker. "Don't go replacing me now." The Joker laughed at his own cleverness, to which Harley replied, "I would never do that puddin. You'll always be number one to me!"

The Joker grinned and said "Good. Now then we have some very important matters to discuss." He turned to me and said, "Jerald, meet your new co-workers!" as he pointed to three giant men across the room. I looked at them curiously and did a little wave.

"Hello," I said warmly.

The men didn't even flinch, they simply stood there and glared at me. Turning to them, The Joker exclaimed, "Ok you've shown your pretty faces, now GET BACK TO WORK!" As they scampered away, The Joker let out a sinister cackle.

Eager to know what he was planning, I quietly said, "Uh, boss, what's th-"

"Oh the plan!" the Joker interrupted, "Quite right you are Jerald, quite right! So here it is, my brilliant plan!" He crouched down as if it were a surprise, and me and Harley leaned in closely to hear it. The suspense was killing me. I couldn't bear the wait. It was so-**SPLASH**. Cold water sprang from the flower on the Joker's lapel, and burst into my face.

"HE HE HE HA HA!" the Joker jumped up and burst into laughter. I wiped the water from my eyes as Harley (through smeared makeup) clapped and said, "Wonderful joke Puddin! Well done!"

The Joker bowed, "Thank you! Thank you! It was good, wasn't it?" The Joker hurried across the room to a cushioned chair behind a desk. As he sat down mimicking a formal voice saying "All right now to the serious business."

I walked over to the chair in front of the desk, and sat down as Harley plopped right on the desk itself, and began filing her nails. "Ok you two," began the Joker, "listen up!"

"If you've been watching the news, you'll have noticed that has run into a little… bat problem," the Joker grinned. "But what you might not have known is that Jonathan Doenun is a leading dealer for our good friend Harvey Dent's little operations." The news stuck me as a little surprising, but not something to get over excited about.

"So…" I began.

"So?" the Joker mimicked, "So we have be gifted with a rare opportunity. Remember what I promised you Jerald, when you first came here? A chance to finally clean up the streets? Well now you're standing on the chance of a lifetime. You can once and for all be rid of Gothem's very own Harvey Dent."

I paused for a moment. According to the Joker, Harvey had been running drug operations around the narrows for the past six months, and this might be the first chance to get him off the streets. I said slowly, "So what would I need to do?"

The Joker grinned widely at my eagerness. "Oh don't worry Jerald! I'm well aware that you're not into the whole aspects of murder, mayhem, and other fun things. You're job is quite simple." He turned his gaze towards Harley who was still filling her nails. "HARLEY!" he shouted, as she sprang off the table, "be a dear, and fetch Jerald's box, please." She did a small salute saying "Yes sir, Mr J.!" and she cart-wheeled across the room (a bit of a showoff) and picked up a large box, which she then struggled to carry across the room. Upon approaching the desk she plopped it down and said, "Here you go Jerald."

I slowly opened the box and peered inside. Inside there appeared to be mangled recording equipment.

"So what do you want me to do with this?" I asked looking up at the Joker.

He smiled and said "I want you take these nine little bugs and put them in each of Harvey's stores. It's easy!"

"Stores?" I asked.

"Vacant apartment buildings, three of them." the Joker replied. "Harvey uses them to store his drugs."

"And rememba' they'll be guarded!" Harley chimed in.

The Joker frowned, "Oh only two or three guards. Thirty at most!" The Joker grinned again, "But you'll get in alright Jerald, you got one of those faces!"

I chuckled lightly, "Well I don't know about that.."

"JERALD!" the Joker insisted, "You've got to trust me. After all, who's the most stupendous of planners with a comical flair?"

I grinned slyly, "Commissioner Gordon?" Harley looked stunned. The Joker's eyes flared "GORDON!" he screamed, jumping over the desk, "THAT STUBBORN, GOOD FOR NOTHING SON OF A- HA HA HA!" the Joker burst into laughter. Wiping a tear from his eye, he put his arm on my shoulder. "Ah you've got a good head on your shoulders Jerald, let's hope you keep it that way…"

The Joker walked back around the desk to his chair. "Anyway," he began, "you just put those bugs where Harvey's men can't see them. OK?"

"But what will that accomplish?" I asked.

"Simple! We'll listen in on the guards, figure out their rotation pattern, then when their in mid swap, we'll swipe the drugs right out from under Harvey's nose. Maybe that will lure him from his safe house."

I smiled politely, "I guess it's worth a shot" the Joker grinned excitedly, "That's the spirit!" He pushed the box into my lap. "Now get to it!"

I picked up the box and stood up. "Boss. Miss Quinn." I nodded to each of them, and turned to leave.

"Oh and Jerald!" the Joker called. "Make sure to watch the skies in the narrows. Nasty bat problems their having…"

I grinned, slightly nervous, and walked out the door. As I walked towards the factory doors, I stared down at the box of equipment. Not exactly how I planned to spend my time, but there's no reason that work should spoil a good day. I burst through the front doors and took off down the street, whistling Beautiful Gothen Hights. . I knew a great little coffee shop on the way to the narrows.