A fat man that I immediately recognised was thrown into the cell, nearly falling flat on his face by my feet. He was extremely red-faced and by the way he was clutching his stomach, I knew that soon enough, the plan would be commence. "Look at these ugly bastards." I heard a man say and I rolled my eyes. The man was wearing a blue jacket with another jacket on underneath. "I don't feel good…" Our victim groaned.
"You're a cop killer. You're lucky to be feeling anything below the neck." The fat man then leaped at the bars where the man who was taunting him was.
"Please!" He begged. A cop stepped up with an angry expression.
"Step away from the bars!" He ordered. He didn't look like he was going to put up with any shit. The man whimpered again.
"My insides hurt…" Joker and I just acted nonchalant, as though we had no idea what the fuck was up with the guy. We were silent for a good 40 minutes until Joker spoke.

"I'm too curious now, what's up with the Mayor and your cousin?" He said suddenly, looking at me intensely. God, I wish he wouldn't do that! I sighed and shrugged.
"It was a year ago when it happened. I should be over it but she meant so much to me." I said, making sure my voice didn't waver. He continued to stare at me and I felt myself beginning to blush. I heard him give a throaty chuckle which made me blush even more. I was used to his maniacal laughter, his cackling… Not something quite so… human or… manly. I casually looked around the cell and when I looked to my left, my eyes fell on his. And I swear to God, I had never seen so many emotions in one person's eyes.

"Okay, we're taking you both in then it'll be individual, I reckon." A cop said as he unlocked the cell. I nodded and got up, glad to be away from raving lunatics. Then again, I've been partnered with one for a while now and I may or may not be in love with one so what am I complaining about? Joker followed me out of the cell and we were handcuffed, hands in front of us. The lights were dim in the room when we were sat down and the lamp on the table was pointing up. The man left us and I quickly pointed the lamp down. Joker raised an eyebrow. "I don't like having bright lights in my face. I can't think properly." I explained, still not looking at him. He nodded and licked his lips again, smacking them a little as he did so. I leant back in my seat, only to find Joker's arm was on the back of my chair. I cocked an eyebrow at him and he winked. I rolled my eyes, managing to keep the blush off of my face. The door suddenly opened and I leaned forwards, as did Joker. "Evening Commissioner." We both said slowly. I nearly smirked at our synchronicity.

Gordon sat down in front of us and sighed a little. "Harvey Dent never made it home." He said, as though he was informing a family of a death.
"Of course not." Joker mumbled lowly.
"What have you done with him?" Joker then put on the face of surprise.
"Us?" He asked, as though shocked at the accusation, "We were right here." We both put up our hands to accentuate the fact that we couldn't have taken him. "Who did you leave him with?" He asked, pointing a finger at him. We laughed a little. "Your people?" He shook his head a little, "Assuming, of course, that they are still your people and not Maroni's." Gordon watched us intently.
"Does it depress you, commissioner… to know just how alone you really are?" I whispered, taunting him, "Does it make you feel responsible for Harvey Dent's current predicament?" Just as I finished my sentence, Gordon spoke, unable to contain himself.
"Where is he?" He murmured.
"What's the time?" Joker asked, but only a little less demanding than a… well, a demand.
"What difference does that make?" Gordon wondered aloud.
"Well, depending on the time, he may be in one spot or several." He said while glancing at me. Gordon looked like his mask was beginning to fall. His agitation was evident. He began fumbling with something in his hands. "If we're gonna play games…"
"Mm-hm?" We both murmured. He unlocked the handcuffs and removed them from our wrists, twirling them around his fingers. "I'm gonna need a cup of coffee." He said with a small smile. I smirked a little.
"Ah, the "good cop, bad cop" routine?" I asked loudly. He stopped at the door and looked back at us.
"Not exactly." The door buzzed and opened, Gordon closing it shut behind him. We both clicked our tongues in annoyance. "Typical." I said and then the lights switched on suddenly, blinding me momentarily. Pain smashed through my head as it was suddenly smashed on the table.

I raised my head to find Batman glaring at us both. "What happened to 'guys don't hit girls'?" I asked indignantly.
"Never start with the head. The victim gets all fuzzy. He can't feel the next-." Batman slammed his fists on our hands that were spread on the table. Nothing.
"See?" We said. Batman sat down as shook our heads to get rid of the dizziness.
"You wanted me. Here I am." He said, looking at the Joker. I cocked an eyebrow.
"We wanted to see what you'd do. And you didn't disappoint. You let five people die." He whispered. He shifted a little, indicating I should continue.
"Then you let Dent take your place."
"Even to a guy like me, that's cold." Joker finished with a little disapproving look on his face. Batman seemed unfazed, unfortunately. He watched us with unblinking eyes. "Where's Dent?"

"Those Mob fools want you gone so they can get back to the way things were." I said, crossing my arms, "But we know the truth." I leaned forwards, capturing his attention completely, "There's no going back. You've changed things. Forever."
"Then why do you wanna kill me?" He asked curiously. That was too much. We burst out laughing, albeit a little wheezily on Joker's behalf.
"We don't… We don't wanna kill you! What would we do without you? Go back to ripping off Mob dealers? Or, in Solace's case, plotting the murder of the Mayor? No, no." My heart leapt every time he said 'we'. Pull yourself together! "No. No, you…" Joker leaned forwards, "You complete us."
"You're garbage who kills for money." I shook my head.
"Don't talk like one of them. You're not. Even if you'd like to be." I realized how much of a mother I sounded then. I frowned at myself and Joker chuckled a little. "To them, you're just a freak… like us."
"Speak for yourself, Solace." I rolled my eyes.
"Right, now's not the time dear, I'm trying to give a little pep talk." I said as sweetly as I could. Joker smirked and I saw the Batman was watching our interaction closely. "Now, what was I saying before my hubby here interrupted me?" I asked him. Joker burst out laughing.
"Oh man, you're too cute, dollface." I grinned and cleared my throat.
"Anyway, they need you right now… but when they don't…" I glanced at the people through the glass, "They'll cast you out like a leper." I continued.
"You see, their morals, their code…" Joker said, obviously over the discussion earlier, "It's a bad joke. Dropped at the first sign of trouble. They're only as good as the world allows them to be. I'll show you. When the chips are down these, uh…"
"Civilised?" I offered. He grinned.
"Thanks dollface. These civilised people… they'll eat each other. See, we're not monsters." He sat back and then leaned adjusted himself. "We're just ahead of the curve." We said. Batman stood abruptly and I flinched the tiniest bit. He grabbed Joker and left me sitting on the chair, wondering if the guy had morals after all. "Where's Dent?" He demanded gruffly. Joker just frowned at him.
"You have all these rules, and you think they'll save you." Batman slammed Joker into the wall. I jumped from my seat and watched the interaction, looking for the perfect time to strike. "I have one rule." Batman said angrily.
"Oh, then that's the rule you'll have to break to know the truth."
"Which is?"
"The only sensible way to live is without rules. And tonight, you're gonna break your one rule."
"There's only minutes left, so you're gonna have to play my little game if you want to save one of them." I grinned; Batman didn't know about Dawes. Batman hesitated for a moment.
"'Them'?"
"You know, for a while there, we thought you really were Dent. The way you threw yourself after her…" I said from behind them. Batman dropped Joker and charged at me, flipping me over his shoulder and onto the table. I was winded but I laughed, nevertheless. He grabbed a chair and strode to the door. "Look at you go." I groaned as I got my breathing under control. Joker watched me with concern as I turned over. I shot a grin and a wink at him and waited for Batman to return. It was about time I started taking this hits around here. Batman had been ignoring me for a little while so now was the time to remind him that I was a threat too. Batman jammed the chair under the door handle and then walked over again.

I sat up and cricked my neck, groaned while I stretched. "Does Harvey know about you and his little bunny?" I asked with a taunting glint in my eyes. He grabbed my hair and threw me at the glass. This guy had no reservations, huh? I felt my mask budge a little and I knew that it would easily snap off. "Where are they?" Batman roared. I just cackled at him. "Killing is making a choice." I said and got a slap around the face for it.
"Where are they?" He repeated. I sat up again and looked at him disapprovingly.
"Choose between one life or the other." I was gasping for air now and the pain was starting to get to me. Batman was also panting. "Your friend the district attorney, or his blushing bride-to-be." I was grinning by the end of the sentence and I got slapped again, my mask falling off in the process. I laughed even more and began wheezing. I glanced at Joker on the other side of the room and I noticed he was shaking with… Rage? Cool. He looked at the chair by the door and then he looked at me. I winked at him and gasped in pain again. "You have nothing, nothing to threaten me with." I said, still wheezing. I shook my head at Batman. "Nothing to do with all your strength." He grabbed me by the shirt and lifted me a little. I looked at Joker and he nodded. "Don't worry, I'm gonna tell you where they are, both of them." I said quickly so that we wouldn't be too late. "And that's the point. You'll have to choose." I had a wicked glint in my eye but I managed to keep the smirk off of my face. "He's at 250 52nd street and she's at…" I paused to make him all the angrier. I succeeded and he shook me a little. I grinned. "Avenue X at Cicero." He pushed me roughly to the floor and Joker ran over to me as soon as Batman was away from us. "Sheesh, you really took a beating there, huh dollface?" He asked as he looked at my injuries. I would have tonnes of bruises and cuts by now. "Couldn't disappoint, could I?" I grinned and I coughed up some blood. "It looks worse than it is, don't worry." I said quickly. I sat back and leaned on the cold tiles of the room. I couldn't sleep… Not yet. Just a little longer…

"I want our phone call." Joker said sulkily. I smirked at him. He was lying down, his head on my lap. I was stroking his green-brown hair and was surprised to find that it wasn't as greasy as it looked. His makeup was starting to come off of his forehead. "I want it. I want it. I want our phone call." He looked up at our 'babysitter'. "That's nice." He said with his hands in front of him. He blocked the door but I wasn't in a hurry to get up. "How many of your friends have we killed?" I asked airily, still combing through Joker's hair. I glanced up at him to see that he was going red-faced but he gave a small laugh. "I'm a 20-year man." He said, looking at me, "And I know the difference between punks who need a lesson in manners and the freaks like you, lady, who would just enjoy it." I raised an eyebrow.
"I don't like it when people call my lady here a freak. So shut your trap." Joker said with his eyes closed. I chuckled lightly and then looked up at the man with a 'Haha, you got told' look. "And you killed six of my friends." Babysitter said. I was glad he didn't call me a freak though. He obviously was a little intimidated by Joker. Both Joker and I looked up at him when he said that. "Six?" We both mouthed.

"Do you wanna know why we use a knife?" Joker said suddenly, his eyes opening from the little doze he'd been having. My legs were starting to go numb but that didn't matter. We were both comfortable anyway. The babysitter closed his eyes for a second and then resumed his 'strong and silent' pose. "Guns are too quick. You can't savour all the little… emotions." I chuckled a little.
"You see, in their last moments people show you who they really are." I continued and Joker smirked a little. "So, in a way, we knew your friends better than you ever did." The babysitter looked at me and I could see his fury burning in his eyes. I looked down at Joker and began stroking his hair again. Then I looked back up at the guard. "Would you like to know which of them were cowards?" The babysitter grinned sadistically and began to remove his jacket. He began to approach, rolling his sleeves up. "I know you're going to enjoy this." Joker sat up and we both cricked our necks. Not long until BOOM. "I'm gonna have to try and enjoy it even more." He looked down at us menacingly and then made to grab us.

We rolled out of the way and came up to our knees. I stuck my legs and he tripped over them, crashing to the ground. Joker kicked him in the side violently and I jumped on his knee. It broke with a satisfying crack and I turned him over with my foot. Smirking evilly at him, I stamped on his fingers. He howled in pain and Joker grabbed him.

"Whoa, whoa!" Was the first thing we heard when we dragged our babysitter in to the main office. They pulled out guns and our babysitter just would not stand still! We managed to position him so that we were both hidden behind him anyway. We had grabbed the knife that was in the guy's pocket and I had it pressed against his jugular. "Take it easy. Take it easy. Drop the weapon now!"
"It's my own damn fault, just shoot him!" Our babysitter said loudly. I pressed the knife a little harder.
"Hush now. Time for talking was earlier. Not it's time to stand still and shut up." I said in a soothing tone, though the words were far from soothing. "Let him go now! Drop it!" The officers kept shouting. It was so hard to hear anything.
"What? Sorry?" Joker asked, squinting a little.
"What do you want?" The room seemed to go silent.
"I just want our phone call."

I nodded at Joker and he handed the struggling man to me. Joker held out his arm and the officer placed a phone in his outstretched hand. The guy kept whimpering and saying 'Ow.' Lowly. I shushed him and started stroking his hair mockingly. Joker dialled the number and waited. 3… 2… 1… BOOM.

I looked around to find papers and other shit floating around. Only Joker and I were still standing. The paper was settling everywhere like snow and I smirked at how peaceful something could appear. "Right, time to go." I said with a grin. Joker nodded and we began to walk back to the holding cells where our weapons were. "Well, that was certainly fun." Joker giggled and I laughed too. Now, where was that silly man who was on the television?

How was that? Rather short, I know and it's been a while but this is quite fun to do. Hope you guys enjoyed that! Read and Review, as always. Please, someone take a few of these stories off of my hands! It's a pain having to think about how I'll continue them! I even tried to continue my Yuki story! It's hard though because I didn't even have a plan. And I prefer Hatori to Yuki ;) Anywho, hope you like it. Cheers folks. Adios. (Ooooh, new sign off!)

Luna