Before Jayde had even opened her eyes, a sleepy smirk pulled at her cheeks when she noticed a dull, pleasurable ache resonating in the lower half of her body. It seemed that instantly, upon waking, she felt that a huge amount of pressure and anxiety had been released from her body and mind, leaving her feeling rather giddy and somewhat excited. A moment later, the content smile left her face when she remembered that she had asked Joker to make sure he was there when she woke up, but upon listening, she could not hear his gentle, growling breathing from behind her. Perfect, she thought sarcastically with a sigh, turning onto her back to flip onto her other side and face the emptiness and she nearly jumped when her eyes fell onto the Joker, just beside her.

He was laying on his side, one of his arms up under his pillow with his eyes wide open and awake as if he had been waiting anxiously for her to turn over to face him. Jayde relaxed into the bed again as she smiled at him, burying half of her face into the soft pillow to blink at him shyly once or twice. His eyebrows had been furrowed slightly, as he had clearly been scowling at the back of her head while she slept, but they relaxed gradually until he smirked back at her, watching her face for any sign of discomfort or possibly regret.

However, Jayde was smiling at him now, showing no signs of anything negative and as Joker admired this, he noticed how long it had been since she had grinned at him like she was now. He cleared his throat a second later, lowering his head slightly yet still maintaining eye contact with her, wondering wildly who would speak first.

Seconds built upon moments and Joker was beginning to notice that it seemed Jayde was also waiting for him to break the silence. He ended the game by growling, "Good morning."

Across from him, Jayde shivered at the sound of his voice, scooting further into his purple sheets to play it off as being cold; she had forgotten how much she loved the way he sounded first thing in the morning. Her hands brought the sheets up to her chin where she hid her mouth from the nose down in them, grinning girlishly.

"Good morning," she answered. "Did you sleep well?" she then asked from behind the blankets. Joker's eyes rolled slowly to the black canopy overhead where they squinted slightly as if trying to recall a memory.

"Hm…Well, I had this really weird dream that someone snuck into my room in the middle of the night and…molested me…" he rasped, returning his gaze to Jayde's to smirk while she gasped, finally reaching out a hand from under the sheets to slap him lightly on his bare shoulder, scooting closer ever so slightly, hoping he wouldn't notice her lame attempt at snuggling with him.

"I did not molest you." She defended, frowning slightly when he laughed, reaching out to tuck a wild piece of her curls behind her ear. "As far as I remember, you were wide awake and perfectly…aware."

Across from her, Joker rolled onto his stomach, honestly hoping that she would pick up his cue and start scratching his back. But instead, she moved a little bit closer, resting her cheek against his folded elbow, watching his one, exposed brown eye for several long moments, wishing beyond anything she could read his mind and find out what he was thinking. When he did nothing but simply watch her watching him, Jayde looked away from his eye to her fingers as they slid into his green, fuzzy mass of morning hair, lightly raking against his scalp. She glanced down when she noticed him close his eyes, smirking to herself when he shivered slightly. A second later, his eyes opened again and the brown color there locked onto her blue ones.

"Do you regret coming in here?" he asked abruptly, the eyebrow above his one exposed eye arching slightly.

That whole morning, since waking up nearly an hour before Jayde had, Joker had lay there, watching her rising and falling side across from him, wondering how on earth to ask her this without flat-out exposing his uncertainty by saying the exact words. But the longer he had lay there, the more certain he became that there was literally no other way to bring it up and not look like an idiot than just straight-up asking her and forgetting his pride for a few milliseconds.

Luckily, Jayde did exactly what Joker had expected and leaned forward, pressing her lips to the top of his left scar, pursing lightly to leave a soft kiss before she pulled back, staring hard at his eye to make sure he heard her clearly.

"No." she answered simply, knowing that going on and saying a whole bunch of other things would probably only irritate him and that this was the only answer he had needed. Beside her, Joker hummed in his throat, rolling over slightly as his hand reached out, sneaking underneath her hair to the back of her neck. He pulled her closer, letting his gaze drop until it settled on her bottom lip, eyeing it.

"That's good to know."

Jayde sighed against his lips as he kissed her gently, pulling her closer as he turned onto his back, sliding his hand from the back of her neck to the side of her face. Her body fell onto his slightly as she lay practically draped across him, gripping his far, upper arm with her fingers as she kissed him deeply, freely letting her tongue explore the scar on his bottom lip. It was so deep and yet…sexy and Jayde was just letting her thumb lightly stroke the incredibly soft skin on the inside of his arm when Joker grunted, pulling away.

"Oh, shit. What time is it?" he asked as if Jayde knew but did not give her time to answer sarcastically before he turned to his nightstand, grabbing his abandoned watch from the ledge. She watched his face for the half a second it took him to read the time and he moved suddenly to the side, throwing back his purple sheets to sit up on the edge.

"What time-" she went to ask but stopped when Joker cut her off, standing up from the bed.

"Almost eleven." He answered quickly, turning to crack his back once. "I'm sure Tre and Dotcom are simply lost without my direction, so I gotta go see what's going on."

Jayde let out a disappointed sigh, leaning back into his pillows to smirk up at him as he turned to frown down at her. From where she was watching, it seemed as though Joker were almost torn, between laying there in bed, shmoozing with her for a while longer or going down to command his 'troops'. A second later, it seemed as though the latter suggestion prevailed and he moved to walk to the door but Jayde could not help herself and called out after him.

"Joker," she cooed his name, watching from the bed with a smirk as he stopped half-way to the door, mid-stride to turn slowly with his shoulders somewhat hunched. His eyebrows raised slowly.

"Yes?"

Jayde's former smirk expanded slightly into a grin as she brought up one finger, beckoning him to come back to the bed. She giggled slightly when Joker groaned, closing his eyes to tilt his head back and hunch his shoulders further.

"Jayde, I gotta-…" he started to argue but groaned again, louder, when she shook her head.

"Come here, please."

Finally, Joker stomped over like an impatient child, crawling up the length of the bed until his hands and knees parked on either side of her, looming over her to get in her face slightly, their noses inches apart. Jayde did not recoil but instead smiled placidly up at him, currently loving the way she was stalling him.

"What is it, Jayde?" he asked shortly, his gaze bouncing back and forth between her eyes as her hands hooked gently around his wrists on either side of her waist. Finally, she leaned up, propping herself behind her back with her elbows, pressing her lips to his briefly before she pulled away only a little, leaving her lips to brush against his.

"Will you bring me some water?" she whispered against his slightly open mouth, giggling when he growled, hopping off of the bed without another word before he walked to the door to close it behind him.

As much as Joker would have liked to truly be irritated that Jayde had stalled him purposely like that, the stupid fucking smirk that tugged up at his scars was making it rather hard to follow through with the emotion. Instead, he found himself walking briskly along the hallway, exhaling happily as he glanced down at Tre and Dotcom on the bottom floor.

"Gentlemen!" he greeted them, clapping his hands together once as he stepped down off of the bottom step. "What's the word?" he then asked, glancing over at Dotcom through the breakfast bar as he turned from the coffee maker, holding a mug. His eyebrows raised behind his glasses and Joker copied him, leaning forward, anticipating his answer.

"You tell us." He replied, obviously trying really hard not to cock his hip to the side and instead resorted to shifting his weight from one foot to the other. Joker stood up straight, frowning as he glanced at Tre on the couch, watching him from the back of it. One of Joker's hands started to raise slowly.

"Uuhhhmmm…" he started, letting his eyes glance from Tre to Dotcom and back again several times until one of them explained. From the couch, his best friend cleared his throat, smirking.

"Man, it's eleven." He said, lowering his head with a raise of his notched eyebrow. "I ain' seen you sleep past ten o'clock in years, bruh."

From the middle of the bottom floor near the stairs, Joker laughed once, loudly, walking over toward the downstairs bathroom, shrugging his shoulders as he glanced back at Tre. His eyes then moved to Dotcom and he limped slightly with a bit of a swagger, tossing one of his hands at him.

"Alright, say I didn't get my full eight hours. What's it to ya?" he asked haughtily, laughing again as he turned into the bathroom. Since Joker had partially been expecting a rather polite-sounding but secretly sarcastic answer from Dotcom, he jumped slightly with a scowl from inside the bathroom when he gasped, clapping one of his hands over his mouth. Turning to him, Joker made a confused face, shaking his head. "What the fuck is your deal, mate?"

Dotcom's eyes were wide as he glanced over at Tre and yet somewhere, mixed into the totally shocked look on his face, Joker detected a bit of a laugh coming on. "Uh…Have you looked in the mirror yet?" he asked, almost wincing slightly as if the urge to laugh was really taking it's toll now. Joker leaned out of the bathroom a bit to look over at Tre, only to find he was walking over as well, grinning, obviously very amused by this.

"Uh, no…?" he answered in a half-question, but backed into the bathroom, grumbling irritably at this when Dotcom took it upon himself to step into the room with him and turn him around so he faced away from the mirror. "Seriously, what the-…" Joker was now asking, but paused when Tre and Dotcom both started laughing. "Hey!" Joker finally barked, turning his head as far as he could to see what they were laughing at but the moment he did, he even gasped.

All down the lower half of his bare back ran bright red scratch marks, seemingly tattooed onto his skin from Jayde's apparently extra sharp finger nails and Joker winced, hissing slightly as Dotcom reached out, pressing his fingers to one of them as if checking to see if they were bleeding.

"Damn, bro." Tre was saying, his voice laced with something that almost sounded light admiration. "Looks like you got fuckin' mauled by a tiger." Dotcom let out a snort while Joker laughed finally as well, turning to face the mirror to tie his unruly hair back.

"Well, there was a pussy in my bed last night, Tre." He answered, glancing at him in the mirror before both burst out laughing while Dotcom formed a look of slight disgust. A second later, Dotcom, the observant one, gasped again, this time pointing at the side of Joker's neck. He groaned loudly, turning to the mirror again as more laughter filled the bathroom and his eyes widened when they fell onto the quarter-sized dark brown-red hickey at the base of his neck. "FUCK!" he barked at his reflection, bringing both of his hands up to cover it as he turned to Dotcom and Tre, his eyebrows arched a bit in a confused, almost embarrassed sort of way. His mouth opened to stammer something awkward at them but Dotcom cut over him, shaking his head slowly as he rolled his eyes.

"I'll put a spoon in the freezer for you." He said, turning to leave the bathroom, scooting past Tre, who stayed to lean against the cabinet and watch his best friend poke at the hickey on his neck, scowling at it. He too shook his head when Joker glanced over, exposing a few of his top teeth as that scowl faded into a small smirk.

"Shut up…" he growled, even though Tre had not said anything.

Once Joker had emerged from the bathroom, Dotcom had gone outside to smoke so he walked over to the table where Tre sat, sliding into a chair across from him. Their eyes met for a half of a second before Joker looked away, avoiding that best friend eye contact situation once more by reaching over his opposite shoulder to scratch an itch. Tre brought his arms up to rest, folded on the table in front of him, squinting at Kieron as he read him.

"So she just…" he started for him, leaning forward slightly as Joker looked over with his eyebrows raised.

"-Just came into my room last night." he immediately picked up in a quiet voice, glancing out onto the patio on the other side of the sliding door as if he expected to see Dotcom standing there with his ear to the glass. Tre chuckled, shaking his head.

"And you just couldn't help yourself. You were defenseless…maybe even asleep, bro. I've heard about stuff like that, sleep-fuckin'…" Tre offered sarcastically, arching an eyebrow as Joker shook his head, rolling his eyes.

"Tre, shut up. I tried to stop." He defended himself, slouching slightly to fold his forearms over his stomach as his eyes drifted off along the edge of the table. When no answer came from Tre, Joker looked back up only to scoff with a frown at the highly disbelieving way he was staring at him. "I swear! She…kept things going when I tried to stop…It's not like she sleep-walked into my room, she knew exactly what she was doing…" It seemed that Joker had finished defending himself and was now simply verbally explaining things to himself as they revealed themselves in his brain now that he wasn't half-asleep. A second later, Tre frowned when Joker suddenly slapped his hands down on the table loudly, nodding once with finality. "And I liked it."

Several minutes later, after Dotcom had come back inside from his cigarette, Joker stood from the table when he called his name from the kitchen, motioning with his head toward the freezer.

"If you put this on there now, you might be able to get it to go away a little." He explained, reaching into the freezer to pull out a very cold, frosty metal spoon, holding it out to Joker, who wrinkled his nose.

"Seriously?" he asked, reaching out slowly to take it from him when Dotcom nodded fervently.

"Yes, it works. Trust me."

For several moments, Joker stared down at Dotcom with that one eyebrow arched as if highly skeptical of this form of hickey treatment, but he really had no other idea on how to make it go away. So once Dotcom walked away, he slowly pressed the back of the frozen spoon to his neck, only to hiss a second later, pulling it away quickly when it 'burned' his skin; Dotcom made a tutting noise over by the sink.

Finally, after pressing the spoon to the side of his neck, only to wince and pull it away several times, it was warm enough to hold there and Joker was just in the process of leaning against the counter next to the fridge when far-off, he heard his bedroom door open, then shut upstairs. His eyes immediately shifted to Tre's at the table and his scars stretched in a smirk when his best friend rolled his eyes. However, just when Joker imagined Jayde to emerge on the top landing, looking cute and disheveled in her pajamas from the previous night, she instead came striding down the hallway, wearing a shirt…and not much else. His smirk vanished in record timing.

The bottom of his blue, hexagon patterned, long sleeved 'business' shirt flapped lightly around her thighs as she stepped lightly down the stairs toward them, fluttering tantalizingly close to the area where Joker was not sure if she was wearing underwear yet or not. Over at the table, he noticed Tre glance up for a second, obviously only to look her up and down once before he lowered his head to the magazine he was reading. Joker could practically hear him thinking what a lucky son of a bitch his best buddy was.

Hastily, Joker threw the now body temperature spoon into the sink on the other side of the kitchen, causing Dotcom to jump when it clanked loudly. Joker ignored this, now too busy smirking at Jayde as she pushed the much too long sleeves of his shirt up to her elbows, swinging her hips a bit further than usual when she locked eyes with him. Joker's head lowered slightly as his arms folded over his chest as she approached him but just when he was about to say something to her, as it seemed like she was going to walk up to him, she changed directions and walked over to the coffee maker to pull a mug down from the cabinet.

At first, Joker was a little distracted by the way the bottom of his shirt rose almost high enough to see the cheeks of her ass as she rose onto her tip toes, but a second later, he had slid down along the counter towards her. He noticed her smirk expand slightly when he placed one of his hands on the left side of her, bracing himself on the counter, while his other hand rested on the counter to the right of her. Leaning down, he rested his chin on her shoulder from behind, peering down at her mug of coffee as she dumped a spoonful of sugar into it.

"Might I ask what you're doing?…" he asked quietly enough so only she could hear him, turning his head slightly to press his nose against the curve of her neck. Jayde's smirk remained firmly in place and her eyes continued to watch the movement of her spoon as she stirred the steaming coffee. It was perfectly obvious he was asking that in relation to his shirt she was wearing although Jayde ignored the suggestion in his question.

"I'm making a cup of coffee and getting my water that you never brought up for me," she started, turning her head slightly to look up at him as his brown eyes darted between her blue ones. "Then, I'm going back upstairs to watch tv in your bed." She finally grinned when Joker laughed, raising his eyebrows.

"Are ya now?" he asked loudly, reaching out to take Jayde's mug from her, only to bend down, wrap his arm around her middle and hoist her over his shoulder, ignoring the squeal of a giggle she let off and the look from Dotcom across the kitchen.

When Jayde realized that Joker was carrying her toward the stairs, she squealed, smacking her hand against his bare back, glancing at Tre through the thick curtain of hair in her face as they passed the table. "Hey!" she cried. "I didn't get my water!" Joker ignored her, laughing loudly as he tossed his head, making his way up the stairs, while trying not to spill the hot coffee on his hand, and yet trying not to drop Jayde at the same time.

After making it to his room, Joker closed the door behind him with his foot, marching over to the bed to sit on the edge and bring her down from his shoulder until her knees rested on either side of him, straddling his lap. His hands settled on the curve of her waist, watching her face as she tossed her hair back with a slight huff. He grinned when she finally looked down at him.

"You know, I really did want some water…" she complained, bringing her arms up to rest on his shoulders, shivering slightly when he looked down to watch the path of his hands sliding over her hips to her thighs. He shrugged, bringing his eyes back up to meet hers.

"Yeah, and I really wanted to find out what you've got on under my shirt…" he growled in return, watching Jayde's face when she felt him move his hands back up the outside of her thighs, sliding his shirt up with them. His fingers faltered at the line of her white, lacy, boy-cut underwear that he had failed to notice the night before. "Hmm…" he hummed, cocking his head to the side as one of his fingers moved to trace the lining of the garment over her hipbone. "The only way these could look better on you would be if they were about halfway down…"

Jayde exhaled slowly when Joker's hands pulled her hips closer to him until they met his waist and she could not help but rock into him slightly when his pointer fingers slipped into the back of her underwear. The small of her back arched as the lacy material began to slide down her ass and her lips had just met against Joker's when he grunted, pulling away.

"Oh, yeah. Look at the present you left me with this morning." He said, tilting his head back and to the side to show off the wonderful hickey on his neck. Jayde gasped with a laugh, immediately bringing up one of her fingers to touch it lightly.

"Oh, wow…" she murmured, meeting his glare as he brought his head back down, glancing between his eyes, trying to detect whether or not he was about to tell her off. A second later, she tilted her head to the side slightly, batting her eyelashes at him. "I'm sorry, Mister Joker." She practically purred, grinning when Joker's eyes began to squint. He growled a moment later, reaching his arm around her hip to slide his finger between her thighs from behind, lightly tracing along her most private area. Jayde let out a soft gasp when her hips bucked slightly. Joker grunted a laugh, watching her half-lidded eyes.

"That just means I get to leave one on you…where ever I want." He growled against her neck, preparing to part his lips for revenge, although not even a second later, a knock from his bedroom door caused both of them to jump. Joker's eyes met Jayde's before he groaned, closing them to tilt his head back irritably.

"WHAT?" he shouted, forcing another jump from Jayde as his voice echoed slightly. There was a hesitation before Tre's muffled voice came through the wood on the other side of the room.

"Yo, that dude is here. Wants to know what we're doing with the cruiser."

Joker's eyes opened quickly to meet Jayde's, absolutely shocked and rather disgusted with himself for letting her distract him so thoroughly that he had forgotten all about the little 'meeting' he was hosting at noon that day. But then again…Jayde's tiny underwear was halfway to her thighs and his finger was already kind of wet from stroking her…He touched her one more time but Tre's voice called out again.

"Ki,"

Finally, Joker shook his head roughly, forcing it to clear of fuzziness. "Alright, yeah." He called back, standing Jayde up from his lap before he too stood up, moving past her toward his bathroom. "Tell him I'll be out in a few minutes. For now, start stripping the radios out of Mitchell's car." He instructed, glancing at Jayde as she took a seat on the edge of his bed, reaching out for his tv remote to turn it on, folding her arms over her stomach. He wondered vaguely if she was feeling a bit dejected but there was no time for him to care right then.

So after brushing his teeth and dressing, Joker walked over to the edge of the bed where Jayde still sat, mindlessly watching the news. She looked up when he leaned down into her line of vision, peering at her eyes at a sharp angle. His eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"I have to go downstairs," he stated, honestly feeling a little relieved when Jayde smiled placidly up at him.

"I know," she answered, nodding her head. "I'm gonna go get a shower then I'll be down too." Her lips tightened in a grin when Joker leaned forward to kiss her lightly once before he stood back up.

"Alright."

Once Joker had gone and Jayde had replaced his shirt with the one she had worn in there the night before, she found herself in her bedroom, removing all of it again to step into the shower, shivering as the hot water splattered against her back. It had come as a bit of a surprise to her when Joker had explained that he had to go downstairs, almost as if he had been trying to apologize for leaving without actually saying the words. He had done this a few times back when they had first…'met' and it was somewhat refreshing for him to be a little more considerate around her again…for the time being. There was no telling how long his 'nice' streak would last, but one thing was certain- Jayde was going to take advantage of it to the fullest while she could.

After showering, dressing, doing her hair, applying a little bit of mascara and eye-liner, Jayde was finally stepping out onto the landing, glancing down as she walked to the stairs. The house seemed empty and strangely quiet as she trotted down, frowning slightly when she wondered where everyone had gone. Walking toward the kitchen, the sight of the tall, stainless steel refrigerator caught her eye and she suddenly remembered the water she had been wanting all morning. She had just opened the door to the freezer for a few cubes of ice when the lower notes in a man's voice came muffled through the garage door, giving her the answer to her previous query.

After nearly finishing the entire glass at once, Jayde stepped outside into the garage without hesitation, her eyes immediately finding Joker over at the far side, leaned down inside Detective Mitchell's car while Dotcom could be seen through the windshield, frowning at something in the dash board. Tre was over at the edge of the garage, smoking a cigarette, talking to someone unseen from where she was standing. He glanced over at the sound of the garage, only to smirk at her and turn his head back around to take a drag from his cigarette. A second later, Jayde rolled her eyes; obviously, Joker had already spoken with him about what she had done the previous night. She approached him without second thought.

"Hey," she greeted him cordially, glancing over at the strange new guy for only a half of a second before turning back to Tre. Her eyes glanced at his cigarette. "Can I have one?" Tre nodded, reaching into his pocket but while he fished out a cigarette, something clicked in Jayde's brain and she turned back to the new guy, her eyebrows furrowed as she took in his set of strangely familiar green eyes, beneath a short, choppy blonde hair style. "You look…really familiar…" she commented rather awkwardly, glancing at Tre as if hoping he would remind her where she had seen this person before. It was an odd feeling, knowing that she literally had no friends in Gotham and it seemed really unlikely that this was someone from Montana that she had met years ago. The new guy grinned, nodding his head.

"Yeah, I'm Kelly." He answered, clearly thinking that this would jog Jayde's memory. However, she continued to stare at him, squinting slightly. Her head shook slowly from left to right.

"Um…I'm sorry, where…?" she stammered, but jumped when an arm draped around her shoulders heavily, forcing her weight from one leg to the other.

"Oh, c'mon, Jayde…" Joker rasped from beside her, motioning at Kelly with one hand. "Don't you remember?…Club Skye?"

Finally, Jayde gasped. "Oh yeah!" she cried, laughing as Joker rolled his eyes and Kelly grinned. "Wait…" she then said once her laughter had died down and things were starting to click. "Wait, you had me followed that night?" she asked first of Joker but then turned to Kelly. "Did he have you follow me?"

Kelly was stammering wordlessly, looking from Jayde to Joker and back again before luckily, the Joker stepped in, grinning proudly.

"Yes, I had Misss-ter Kelly follow you." He explained as simply as he could, grinning down at her when she frowned up at him, placing her hands on her hips in that characteristic sort of way.

"Do you not trust me?" she asked, glancing back and forth between his eyes several times as he shrugged, pulling her away from Kelly and Tre to lead her over toward the police cruiser.

"No, I trust you." He answered lightly. "I just don't trust anyone else." He then added darkly.

Over the next several hours, once Joker had explained that he would like for Jayde to do a thorough cleaning of the detectives car, she put her 'training' to good use and worked incredibly hard at making the car absolutely spotless…since impressing Joker was back on her 'to-do' list of sorts. Although Jayde wasn't paying that much attention, it was obvious that Joker had definitely arranged plans for later in the day as he kept saying one or two lines pertaining to 'when we leave' or 'when we get back' or 'once we're there'. Normally, she would have strained to find out what they were doing and if she was going to be included but she was getting the feeling that Joker would let her know what was up in only a matter of time.

Sure enough, after nearly two hours, Jayde was finished with the Crown Victoria police cruiser and was just climbing out to shut the door behind her when Joker emerged from the house, standing in the way of the garage door, smirking at her, wrinkling lines into his previously perfectly applied greasepaint makeup.

"It's about time," he growled, opening the door wider for her to walk through as she wiped a bit of sweat from her hair line. Jayde had turned and was about to comment when she noticed his attire change into his purple pinstripe pants, green vest and blue pattered shirt with the sleeves rolled up on his forearms. "Go get changed and meet me back down here. We're leaving in twenty." He instructed, nodding his head toward the stairs with finality when Jayde opened her mouth to ask a question. Instead, she shut it again, turning her back to him to obey his command.

Within minutes, Jayde had returned and Joker was just stepping back inside from the garage, followed shortly by Dotcom, adjusting his glasses on the bridge of his nose as she walked over. Her eyebrows furrowed as she looked back and forth between them a few times.

"Where did Tre and Kelly go?" she asked but frowned further when Joker leaned down quickly to be at her eye level.

"Where did Tre and Kelly go?" he mocked her, rocking his head from side to side a few times, only to grin when he noticed all the muscles in her face relax into an incredibly annoyed expression.

"That's really cute…" she mumbled sarcastically, glaring at him as he stood back up, laughing as he placed his hand on the small of her back to lead her through the open door and out into the garage.

At first, Jayde had walked over to the back, right door of the Escalade, waiting for either Dotcom to unlock the door or for Joker to open it for her, but instead, he walked over, chuckling quietly as he pulled her away from it toward the edge of the garage.

"No, no, dear. Out here." He explained, grinning down at her as she looked back up at him, frowning slightly.

"But I thought you said we were-…" she had started to say, but stopped dead when she noticed a long, sleek black limousine waiting patiently in the driveway. Beside her, Jayde could feel Joker grinning widely, pulling her closer to the back doors of the long black car.

"I did, I did…" he answered, reaching out to open the door for her, climbing in after her as she sat in the far seat, her eyes somewhat wide as she took in the sleek, leather interior. "But instead of our usual means, I figured it would be more fun to ride in this!" he exclaimed, turning slightly to shrug his shoulders at Jayde, who was now staring at him, eyebrow arched.

"Why a limo?" she then asked, watching when Joker rolled his eyes, just as the limousine began to move forward.

"Be-cause, we're important people, Jayde." He answered, turning his head to glance out of the heavily tinted window. "Besides, who's gonna think to look for the Joker in a stretch limo?" he shrugged again before his arm raised to rest along the long back seat next to him. "It's genius…and comfortable."

After a short drive into the city and after the long black limousine had weaved its way into the very heart of the bustling center, Joker pulled a tiny radio from the inside pocket of his vest, pushing his thumb against the black button to speak into it.

"Susan, is everything in order?" he growled, glancing out of the window as tall office buildings began to pass by them. There was a pause from the other end of the radio before a voice finally came through.

"It's Kelly, boss…"

Joker tsk-ed with a roll of his eyes. "Oh, that's right. It was some other girl's name…" he glanced at Jayde as she grinned. "Where are you?"

"At the top of MCU with our lady…Ready whenever you are."

Across from her in the back seat of the limousine, Jayde could practically feel him vibrating with excitement, such that she had only seen in him once or twice when he was really up to no good. He cracked his left hands knuckles against his knee, grinning as he glanced out of the window again.

"We're about to be pulling up to the light at forty-third. Wait for my signal." Joker paused, apparently assuming that he was done giving instructions although a moment later, he brought the talkie back up to his face. "You in place, brother?" he then asked, turning in the seat to peer through the heavily tinted back window. Seconds later, Tre's deep voice came through the other end.

"I just dropped the decoy off, about to head into this restaurant. I'm meeting you on the south side right?"

"Yes. Wait for my word."

Within moments, the limousine had pulled up to a stop light, one that Jayde recognized immediately as the place where she had considered throwing herself from Detective Mitchell's police cruiser the day Joker had been arrested. She had been on her way to her apartment and had felt as though there really was nothing left for her anymore. The thought of ending her own life scared her senseless but if she could not be around her 'best friend' and her new 'family', she could remember not wanting to live anymore, rather than return to 'normal' life. She had clearly reasoned herself out of it. In the present, at the sound of Joker's voice from next to her, she blinked, smiling to herself when she realized how much more happy she was now, to be a part of something, whether illegal or not.

"Alright, Jayde, you ready for this? C'mere." Joker reached out, draping his arm around her shoulders casually as she slid across the leather seat toward him, until she was up against his side. His free hand brought the walkie talkie up to speak into it again. "Alright, Catherine, release our lady." He instructed.

"Releasing in three…two…" Kelly sounded as though he were moving something heavy. "…one."

Joker's finger had pointed against the tinted window at the tall, newly constructed, Major Crimes Unit building across the street from them and only a second later, Jayde gasped when Detective Mitchell's lifeless corpse dropped from the top of the building, only to be caught half-way to the ground by a thick noose around her neck. Her body dangled and swung slightly as screams erupted from the streets around them although it was rather hard to hear from the way Joker had started cackling with laughter from beside her. He leaned forward toward the window as if trying to catch the looks on the Gothamites faces while they watched their 'hero' swinging lifelessly from the building, hoping to feed off of the instant chaos he had just initiated. His loud laughter seemed to fill the long interior of the limousine, his nose leaving a white streak of makeup on the window from the way he had it pressed against the glass.

As a crowd gathered around the base of the MCU, police officers and detectives began to file out of the building, everyone looking up and at the dead detective, not even noticing the stretch limo across the street that held Gotham's most wanted. Jayde was just admiring the obliviousness of the city's inhabitants when Joker reached down to the walkie talkie, twisting the dial on the top of the device to change the channel. A second later, his own raspy, clowny voice came through, in some sort of recording.

"A reading, dear Gotham, from the book of Revelation, chapter eighteen! Ahem…"

Jayde glanced up at Joker with a grin and a roll of her eyes at his antics. Of course, she found it rather funny and awfully demeaning of him but it was obvious people outside found the loud sound of his voice completely terrifying. People were looking every which way for the source of the voice, although it seemed to Jayde to be coming from the dead detective's mouth, from the large cuts on either side of her lips. Gothamites and police officers looked to one another, horrified, as if checking to make sure everyone else was hearing the Joker's voice as well.

"After these things I saw another angel coming down from heaven, having great authority, and the earth was illumined with her glory. And he cried out with a mighty voice, saying, "Fallen, fallen is Babylon the great! She has become a dwelling place of demons and a prison of every unclean spirit."

"Come out of her, my people, so that you will not participate in her sins and receive of her plagues! For her sins have piled up as high as heaven, and God has remembered her iniquities. Pay her back even as she has paid, and give back to her double according to her deeds; in the cup which she has mixed, mix twice as much for her. To the degree that she glorified herself and lived sensuously, to the same degree give her torment and mourning; for she says in her heart, 'I SIT AS A QUEEN AND I AM NOT A WIDOW, and will never see mourning.' For this reason in one day her plagues will come, pestilence and mourning and famine, and she will be burned up with fire; for the Lord God who judges her is strong."

By the time the recording had seemingly finished, the recorded Joker's voice had grown loud and deep, convicting and rather terrifying and Jayde could not help but rub her arms to try and rid herself of the goosebumps that had risen there. Beside her, Joker had finished laughing and had just pulled a blinking device from his pocket, only to hold it out in front of her. He glanced down to meet her eyes before he nodded at the detonator.

"Push it."

"W-what? What are you blowing up?"

"Push it now or I will." he growled, shaking the device at her until Jayde took it from him and pressed down on the blue button, bracing for some rattling, loud explosion. At first, nothing happened, but mere seconds later, a car, sitting nearly twenty yards behind them exploded with such force, Jayde could feel the shock wave vibrate the limo. People everywhere, the huge crowd on the street scattered like ants, screaming and crying as they ducked for cover, apparently unsure if they were under attack, in fear of another explosion closer to them. Joker burst into loud cackles again, watching the scene slide by them as they pulled through the now yellow light, slowly making their getaway through the haze of blind panic Joker had just created with a simple push of a button…Then again, Jayde had pushed the button…that made her the agent of chaos on this day.

Beside her, Joker seemed to be absolutely brimming with pride and excitement.

"Excellent job, Jayde. You really pushed that button, girl." He praised her somewhat sarcastically, arching an eyebrow down at her as she grinned up at him. She moved to slide down the rest of the seat but he held onto her, forcing her to stay close to his side. "Stay right here. Tre's getting in…three, two…"

Jayde jumped when the limousine door burst open and Tre got in smoothly, bringing with him the smell of dust and explosives as he looked over at his best friend.

"Man, you saw that? You saw all them people?" he asked breathlessly, his eyes wide with that same sort of manic excitement Jayde had only seen in Joker; she had no idea Tre was also an…'agent of chaos'. From the way her heart was racing, did that mean she had joined their ranks?

"Yeah, Tre. Excellent job on my part, I wont lie. Did my recording sound nice and uh…scary from where you were standing?" Joker asked, looking at Tre from over the top of Jayde's head in between them. His best friend nodded, his eyebrows raising.

"Yeah, man…I didn't think it would be so loud." he answered, shaking his head with a slight shiver. "I mean…I know you and I thought it was pretty scary..." he paused, glancing out of the window. "You are one creepy cat, my brother."

From beside Jayde, Joker laughed, tossing his head in foolish pride as he leaned back to cross one of his ankles over his other knee, turning his head to watch the buildings fly by. "Tre, I take that as the highest compliment I could have ever received."

A/N: Sorry about the wait guys. I was moving into a new apartment and all the really fun shit that accompanies that…Anyways, I hope you enjoyed the new chapter. Much more to come, faster this time, now that I have my life back in order. And guys, we're slackin on those reviews again, ya feel me? LEAVE ME YOUR LOVE/HATE IF YOU REALLY REALLY WANT THE NEXT CHAPTER! –QoM