Yep, well I thought there were other women in this scene… guess my memory isn't as awesome as I'd like, so we'll deviate from the original more than I intended, but oh well. Enjoy ;)

Kayla watched as the shifty men followed after Gambol's and the body, she was wary already. They hefted the bag onto the pool table. She was shocked to see that clown found her again, this time looking pretty dead. Gambol paced around the body for a moment, in obvious thought, before turning to the men who'd evidently killed the poor sap.

"So, dead, that's 500," Gambol didn't notice the body shift into a seated position, the women around them screaming in fear as the clown grabbed Gambol's face, knife to his mouth.

"How about alive," that clown's voice was just how she remembered; cruel, taunting, and somehow like a honey trap (the thought of car dealers came to her mind, able to sell the shittiest car to anyone).

The shifty men from before went into action, grabbing everyone and holding guns to their heads, her included. Kayla was not ready to die, she had so much work to do yet. With a pout, she struggled a bit against her captor, the smaller rat faced one. Turning she looked up into his eyes, her blues misty and begging.

"Please," she whispered, but she was interrupted by the clown taunting Gambol.

"Do you want to know how I got these scars?" the clown glanced up, as if trying to pull the story out of the air, "my father was a drinker and a fiend. One night he goes off crazier than usual, mommy gets the kitchen knife to defend herself and he doesn't like that, not-one-bit. So, me watching, he takes the knife to her, laughing while he does it. He turns to me and he says, 'why so serious, son?' he comes at me with the knife, 'why so serious,' he sticks the blade in my mouth, 'let's put a smile on that face.' Aaaaand, why so serious?" his eyes connected with one of Gambol's men before he pulled on that knife he stuck into his bosses mouth, letting the now dead man drop. Part of Kayla was happy, he did what she came to do at least, maybe he'd let them all go?

"Come on, man, just let me go, I'm not one of Gambol's," she whispered to her captor, trying not to get anyone else's attention, but the man stared at his own boss, not wavering in the slightest. Fuck.

"Now, our operation is small, but there is a lot of potential for aggressive expansion," the clown picked up a pool cue, "so which of you fine gentlemen would like to join our team?" Kayla wanted to pip up then, to ask about her, but he continued, "oh, but there's only one spot open right now, so we're going to have tryouts." He broke the stick over his knee, admiring the now sharp points, "make it fast." He dropped the sticks between the men, ignoring the women who broke free and ran away.

"What about me?" Kayla finally was able to stand, trying not to waver from the quick change. Her baby blue eyes met his muddy brown. She had some gratification when he looked to her in surprise.

"I suppose no one can call me- ah, sexist, I always believed in equal opportunity. If you get the spot, then you can join us," he smirked at the small girl, who surprisingly smiled wickedly back.

Kayla quickly got to her discarded purse, pulling out an ice pick she had put in a mascara case, before wheeling on now the only one left, his half of the stick still dripping with the other's blood. Putting on a scared expression, she purposely stumbled towards him, letting her hands shake as she approached him.

"I don't want to do this to you, girl," the man frowned as he watched the now only girl left in the building try and wield a little pick, eyes shifting from him to the others in the room.

"B-but you have to, right? It is his game and one of us has to die, and you are a big strong man. You could kill me before I could bat an eye," she looked down at the ground, stealing herself before looking icily to him, "well, I still have things left to do, so I'm sorry but you're next on my list," and with that she lurched forward. She had him outmatched in speed and smarts, as she faked him out, watching him stab where she use to be, before ramming her own weapon into the base of his skull, twisting it for good measure, letting him drop at her feet, she then stepped over him, glad she could somewhat complete her mission for the day. She got to kill at least one evil person that day.

"Well, look what we have here, boys," the Joker sneered as he approached the girl who calmly cleaned off her small blade, "looks like we have a sister now!" His men quietly talked among themselves, none expected that, hell neither did the self proclaimed Clown Prince of Gotham.

"Hardly, I merely killed for the innocents who he would have hurt," she put the pick back in her purse, sheathed in the tube again, "why would I want to join a crime organization when I'm trying to bring them down?"

"Because, our interests will cross soon enough," the Joker circled her again, not too dissimilar from two days ago, but she stood her ground for a moment, before brushing past him.

"Well, if we end up working in conjuncture, then so be it, but I will not outright be with you and your men, I'm too busy as it is."

He watched her, yes he had plans for this one, whether she liked it or not, "well I'll bring you to our base, to build trust, then you can give me your address so I can find you to give you all sorts of information. No more slumming it in the bars, now I'll hand you whatever you need."

"In exchange for what? You don't expect me to trust you after what I've seen of you so far," she began circling him; she needed to be established as a threat too, he was not the only predator on these streets.

The Joker smirked as he snatched the girl as she made her second pass, "you know, cheekiness will only get you so far before it starts to become annoying. You want to know how I got these scars?"

Kayla struggled to breath with the grip on her throat, managing to get out a small, pathetic, "no."

Joker laughed when he dropped her, watching as her feet slipped out from under her, her long legs flying out as she landed on her ass, "you got spunk, it'd be best to learn when to use it."

"Looks like it worked this time, I'm still alive, aren't I?" she gave him a somewhat sultry look.

He had to admit, she was attractive, he'd screw her, "just barely," his voice was sing-song and a bit scratchy.

She had to admit, he was intimidating, but she wouldn't show it, that was her greatest gift against people like this, her acting. "Well, I fear I must be going, I have night shift today and it would be bad if I didn't show up on time on my first week there. Until we meet again, clown."

"The name's Joker, dollface, got it? Now scurry along, wouldn't want your patients to die waiting on your care."

The way he said that, it made her a bit uncomfortable, did he know? No, it was impossible, she knew he wouldn't be able to get into a hospital undetected. Her eyes traveled to his men, he had eyes everywhere, and now she would be pulled in too, whether she wanted to or not, "yes, we wouldn't want that." And she walked away, her heels splashing in the now pooling blood of the three dead men, turning them from their pretty sky blue to splattered with the thick red stuff.

Well, their third (technically) interaction… it will definitely not be the typical relationship, but it will be a wild ride, believe you me. I also plan on expanding it into TDKR (which means I have to write 2 characters, not just 1, into that one…) Reviews are always lovely! :3