Bree had a way of making people feel wildly and undeniably wanted. It was her job, and it was how she got things done. Joker had to admit, he'd never felt as desired as when he was with her and it felt good. But this posed a bit of problem at times.

"Ah, honey, don't look at me like that. She had lots of money and great taste in scotch." Bree leaned against her dresser as she began to take off her black stilettos. She had come back from a date to find Joker coming out of her shower. Now his head was tilted as he looked at her with dissatisfaction.

"Who was it?" He asked as she started on her earrings, but she ignored his dark tone.

"I can't say much except that she was super funny, super sexy, and super smart. It sucks she's married, but I prefer the mistress life anyway."

"I never took you for a home wrecker." He watched as she pulled off her necklace that drew all eyes to her deep neckline.

"Can you really wreck a home that's done for?" She gave him a pointed look. "It's only a one time thing. She cooked me a light supper and kissed me goodbye. The sex was only okay; I had to do a lot of the work. However, for a stressed out 48-year-old CEO who's married to a man who probably thinks the g-spot's a myth and doesn't know a clit from an elbow, she did pretty well." Bree shrugged as she thought back to the night and moved to sit on the bed. Joker caught her by the waist and pulled her to him before she could get there. Her leg came up to rest on the bed beside him, the slit in the dress exposing the garter underneath.

"You know, doll, I don't like when people touch my things." He told her, running his hand from her knee to where her tights ended in a lace band on her thigh.

"Isn't it great that I'm not a thing?" She questioned, and no sooner she was pulled down to straddle him. It was a touchy subject, especially for them. They didn't tell each other what to do, that was their thing, but they had had this conversation before. It was usually when he was more Joker than anything. His hand went up and wound itself tightly into her hair.

"I don't like to share." He growled. The Joker, in all of his glory, was sitting right in front of her. He pulled her down and pressed their mouths together hard. It wasn't passionate or sweet, it was possessive and it jammed her teeth into her lip. Bree thought quickly before reaching into his hair and pulling as hard as she could. They parted and in a flash, Joker found his hands pinned above his head and Bree's knee pressing on his neck. They both knew that Bree was no match against him or anyone she worked with when it came to strength. But when it came to speed and precision, she prided herself on putting people in compromising positions where she could overcome.

"If you struggle, it only makes it worse." She warned. "You know I don't like it when you say that." He suddenly began to chuckle, making her roll her eyes.

"You're mine, gorgeous, and you know it." He could feel her nails digging into his wrists.

"I don't tell you what to do." She reminded him, applying slightly more pressure. "I don't tell you who not to fuck either. I can do whatever I want."

"I always liked your fire." He let out strangled laughs.

"Don't fuck with me. Also, that hurt." She ran her tongue over her bottom lip where she now had a tiny cut. "I'm not gonna kill you, but you should cool off." She smoothly applied more pressure on his neck. He only laughed harder as his everything faded to black.

When he came to, he found himself still in her bed, in his towel, but now on his side. He could hear cheering in the other room. Pulling himself up and putting on pants, he followed the noise. The living room was empty but there was a boxing match on. Suddenly Bree came through the door with boxes in hand.

"You're awake." She noted immediately. She had a fresh face and was now in a tank top and shorts. "I ordered from that pizza place."

"How long was I out?"

"10-15 minutes?" She guessed as she put the boxes on her small dining table. "I ordered before I came home."

"You've got a hell of a technique." He went towards the food. "Next time, don't hesitate, might get you killed."

"Try not to be naked and vulnerable, might get you killed." She reminded him as her phone buzzed. She looked at the number on the small screen. "I was serious though, don't tell me what to do." She pointed at him as she answered.

"We've got something, doll. Don't forget that." He told her with a mouth full of pizza.

"Yeah, I'm watching it right now." She glared at him but went to watch the TV. Joker watched as she leaned over the couch and talked. "He's gonna throw the match. I know because I told him to like you told me to tell him to." She looked back at Joker with an annoyed look directed to the caller.

"You have very interesting extracurriculars." He commented and she smirked before continuing her conversation.

"Tell Mr. Bird that if Bronson doesn't swing left twice, miss a hook then get knocked out, he can kill me himself." She spoke with certainty before hanging up.

"That's quite a deal." Joker came to stand in front of her. "Can I get one of those?"

"Only if you deserve it, and I don't think you do." She ran her fingers over the bruise that was forming on his neck before leaning up and skimming her lips against his, only hinting at something more. "But you've been very, very bad tonight." She leaned away and turned her head back to the TV while Joker looked down at her.

"I didn't realize you're a shark." He noted as he watched the match, waiting for the magic combination she'd mentioned.

"I'm not. I had to do a favor and this is the result. Really it's just Penguin wanting to test me to see if I can handle the bigger work. I'm not an idiot, I can tell." She spoke in a far away voice until it happened before their eyes. Her phone immediately rang and she answered it. "Two lefts, a missed hook, and a KO. You owe me. Uh huh, you too babe." She hung up and tossed her phone aside. Turning to Joker, Bree placed her hands on her hips with a sigh.

"You've narrowly escaped death."

"What a pity."

He moved closer to her until he had her pinned between him and the couch. She looked up at him expectantly. His hand went under her shirt, running over her side and his head dipped down to talk in her ear.

"You're mine and you're going to say it one day."

"Just because you keep saying it, doesn't mean it's true." She told him quietly.

"Just because you deny it doesn't make it untrue." He countered, his teeth skimming her neck.

"And what do I get out of this? If I'm allegedly yours? Does that make you mine?" She tried to fathom the idea to no avail. She felt him chuckle, his hand still firmly grasping her side.

"Always a bargain."

"I'm just asking." She felt him nip at her skin and decided to slide out of the position. "I like my freedom."

He watched her move towards the pizza and didn't stop her. She was starting to be all he thought about. He wanted to use her like never before. He wanted to break her and make her do it, say it. He could give her a pair of scars, use that pretty little fucked up head to do some wondrous things in Gotham. But he wanted her to say it and mean it. He wanted her to believe it. She was his. But there were things that stopped him from having her, like Penguin. The bird man did not know how to tap into the woman's potential. Joker knew Bree's secret that wasn't a secret at all, she had the makings to run this town. It was in the way she didn't even flinch when Penguin shot one of his henchmen between the eyes. The way she could wrap anyone around her finger, even that cat broad. And the fear, or lack there of, that was his favorite. He once got to witness her bring a grown man to his knees. She was walking from Penguin's office when a bouncer, one of the new ones, slapped her ass. It was 3 seconds from the point of contact to her having him on the ground groaning while she was millimeters away from breaking his hand.

"Stop it." Bree brought him back to her apartment. "You're thinking too much."

"Only about you, gorgeous." He hopped over the back of the couch to sit properly. She came and joined him, changing the channel from the boxing match that was reduced to repetitive highlights. He looked over at her. "You're gonna say it for me one day, Bree."

"Don't hold your breath, Jack. Or do. Now that would be a laugh.