I was going to go a different route with this, but I want to move along the Kayla/Joker a bit… here-we-gooooo! (enjoy)

The cold was always what hit her first. Kayla sighed as she rolled the body into the morgue, the smell was second, she thought as she crinkled her nose. This hospital's was a bit larger than the one in her little hometown. No would be able to tell the person she had was her victim. The woman was a cancer patient, her fight was valiant, but she was suffering and Kayla couldn't allow that. She didn't sleep well, the scenario from the night before kept running through her head. The cops found the body, it was all over the news. A mobster found, died of a snakebite, nobody truly was mourning save for his family.

Today would just be a stake out, no killing any criminals today. She'd knock back a few, talk to the bartenders about who was who and the next couple of day's she'd make her move. She figured the next death out already, since the snake venom would be a bit suspicious. With a little wave to her coworkers, she left her shift, ready for a night without worry.

Kayla quickly entered a loud club, now in a tight black dress and nude pumps, both offsetting her red hair nicely. With a little grin, she passed by the bouncer, thanking him in the most simpering voice she could manage without making herself sick. She walked confidently to the bar, ignoring some of the dark stares she earned from being a newbie by herself and a pretty girl. Ordering a Sex on the Beach, she sat down, sipping and chatting with the man who served her. This was going to be a long night, the man was nice enough, but he was more interested in flirting with her and the other passable woman who were willing to pay him any mind.

"Now what is a girl like you doing in a place like this?" a voice all but purred into her ear, it was dark and almost venomous.

"I could ask you the same thing, you're the Gambol, aren't you?" Kayla gave him the most dazzling smile she could, if she could get close to him she could take out so many bad men.

"You have the advantage then; you know me, but I've never seen you around before."

Kayla let out a bubbly laugh, "that'd be because I'm not from around here."

Gambol smirked as he leant into the pretty young thing, "well I could always show you around, how about tomorrow you come over to my place and I can show you what Gotham is all about." He could already feel what he'd show her twitch in his pants at the prospect. Yes, this would be perfect, she was a gorgeous thing, curves and leggy.

"Sounds like a plan," Kayla breathed into his ear, "tell me the when and where?"

Gambol took out a card, handing it to the girl before he left to check on how the search for the Joker was going.

Kayla smirked as she watched the man swag away, this was too easy, tomorrow she'd get the chance to kill one of the head honchos. She teetered home, trying her best to appear more drunk than she was, no one ever suspected those who could barely take care of themselves. She knew the walls had eyes and knew the less suspicious she acted the better it'd be when people turned up missing. It wasn't long before she reached her home, kicking off her pumps and plopping onto the bed, falling asleep before she could change out of her dress.

The next morning was her day off from work, so she got to sleep in before meeting Gambol. She prepared her little purse with several inconspicuous weapons before she made her way to the meeting place, her heart pounding as she walked into the lion's den, which was tastefully furnished for being so damned dangerous. She smiled as one goon took her coat and tried to take her purse, which she declined politely.

"There she is," the loud voice of Gambol interrupted the slight tension, the man was flanked by several women who gave her dirty looks.

"Here I am, it's very nice in here, you have good tastes," she grinned as she regarded the pool table and the bar.

"You seem surprised," he ran a hand up her back, exposed by the cowl in the back of her dress. She went with a pretty blue one to match her eyes.

"I am," she grinned roguishly, "you know I never expected it to be homey, such a big, strong man like you." She let a hand trail down his arm as she bit her lip shyly as she looked at him under her eyelids.

She was interrupted when his men burst in, carrying a bag between them.

Cliffy! Means you have to review (and I have to rewatch this part so I know how it goes…)