Trhis chapter is extremely short I hope you all understand why but dont hate me lol. Just to keep the plotline steady without researching all these Characters and trying to squeeze them into a story for the sake of keeping the story strictly DCU and all comics and shit, I've decided to make up my own characters. I hope you guys don't all hate me, but either way its gotta be more fun making up lives for them, whatever the imagination can come up with yn? Enjoy.

Maybe Harley never thought about Mr. M being a risk taker, although he owned an illegal poker organization, but the moment Harley read the names on the list she knew what they were in for.

"Bennett Young. He works in Gotham's National Bank as CEO. There's a way he gets all of his money, and the majority's not through the bank." He slapped a picture down on the table of the Millionaire. He was in his late 50's and sure as hell pulled girls in their early 20's. He had dark black and grey hair, he was in pretty good shape, and had significantly dark circles under his eyes.

"The next guy is not someone you fuck around with, got it? Donovan Hawthorne. He's got eyes all over Gotham, practically running the place. He's like a secret agent without the secret or the agent part." Placing the next photo down, the man seemed to stare into Harley's soul. Hawthorne's photo probably wasn't taken much because Mr. Million's only picture of him was a mugshot taken a couple of years before. He was a young guy, possibly in his 30's. One thing that really stuck out about him was his face Tattoos. He had 3 teardrops under his left eye, and one above his right eyebrow that read, 'Love is Pain.'

"The Joker." The room grew tense waiting for Mr. M to continue. "There's not much to say about the Joker.. Just watch your ass around him." He pulled out the last photo of a green-haired clown with a big red smile on his face. Harley kept staring, getting lost in his eyes.

Mr. M cleared his throat, "Bennett and Donovan spend most of their time at the Iceberg. Joker on the other hand works nights at his own club. I've got men, all I need is for some girls to go down there and win him over." No one spoke until Jocelyn decided it would be smart if her and Harley went. It wasn't a good idea.

"We'll do it." Harleen elbowed her in the shoulder.

"Perfect." He gave them the address and told them exactly what time they were to be there.

Harleen had heard about the Joker, he was often in headlines and on the news. He seemed like a pretty silly character. Nobody seemed to know much about him personally but he overall seemed intimidating.

They walked out to the street and Harleen stared Jocelyn down. "Do you have a death wish?"

"Cmon' Harls.." Jocelyn smiled at her, "Live a little."

"More like die a little.." Harley rolled her eyes before they were headed south to their apartment.