Here is the next chapter, duuude, sugar highs help write (yay Peeps! And Nutty Bars) but yeah, enjoy, it's about to get real crazy, real quick!

Kayla sighed as she woke up, it was her day off, meaning it was time to deal with the first name on the Joker's list. Jerry Giovanni was under Maroni, Joker had information on him, his address and his crimes were neatly typed out; rape, extortion, bribery, and murder. In the picture he was thin, dark, and cruel. This man was going to suffer, she had a slow death planned for this one and she knew how she would get to him.

After a nice long shower, she put on her tightest, shortest dress, a strapless sky blue thing that clung to her like a second skin. She wore her blue pumps, free from blood now. She grabbed a clutch with chloroform and several cable ties hidden inside, the ties in an old tampon wrapper and the chloroform in a small perfume bottle. She quickly hailed a taxi, directing it to a popular bar Jerry frequented called Silver Platter, corniest name she'd ever heard.

She smiled winningly at the bouncer, who let her flounce in, her red hair bouncing around her as she smiled brightly. She quickly spotted him at the bar, sweet talking two girls who were obviously very drunk and out on the town together. She smiled at the bartender as she sat on his other side, several stools away where she ordered a Sloe comfortable screw, loud enough for Jerry to hear.

"The drink of course, though I wouldn't object to the other slow comfortable screw," she giggled girlishly, "sorry, I kid around a lot, my name is Viviane." She smiled as the bartender stumbled out his own greeting; obviously, there wasn't a lot of woman out right flirting with him.

"The drink's on me," a deep, cold voice held a smirk in it.

Kayla turned to Jerry, letting herself smile at this man, "oh thank you!" And that was what started the shameless flirting. She had excused herself to the bathroom and put a little chloroform on her bra, it was not long before she was leading him back to her apartment, and she was ready for her duty. She was a little disappointed when he dragged her into an alleyway, him latching onto her neck.

"Hold on, we're almost to my house," she forced herself to put a drunken giggle at the end, despite her slight discomfort, but he didn't stop. 'Of course he wouldn't, idiot, he's rapist scum,' she thought to herself as she tried to think of a way out of this, twitching away from him.

"Yes, struggle, it just makes it better," he groaned as he thrust himself against her, pinning her against a wall.

'Stuck between two hard places,' she thought to herself humorlessly, well her chloroform bra could get him if she held him there. Before she could even begin to carry out her plan, the man fell, almost bringing her with him.

Kayla was confused to say the least; she approached the limp body cautiously, kicking his shoe, surprised when he didn't move, "the hell?"

"You need to be more careful," a deep, gravelly voice grumbled near her ear, she squealed as she jumped away, spinning to see a man in dark Kevlar armor and a cape.

"Who are you!?" Kayla settled down, now she was sure the surprises were done popping up.

"Batman," the man bent and quickly tied up the man and hefted him onto his shoulder, "this isn't a safe place for people like you to be at this time of night."

Kayla frowned, this man was stealing her kill, though he didn't really know that, "who do you think you are? Men like him won't stay in jail, he'll be out and raping women and killing innocents. You think you're helping, but you're just delaying the inevitable."

Batman turned and regarded the woman who didn't look like she was almost raped in a dark alley, no she was mad at him for saving her, "I helped you, you would have been one of those women you are so concerned about."

Kayla approached him as confidently as she could, "I had things under control and I would have stopped him. How are you helping things by sending them to timeout?" She was calming down now that she had ranted, which may not have been a good idea from what Joker had said.

"You want me to do more? What, kill them? I would be as bad as them then," he snarled at the girl who stood in the dark, only her red hair was visible.

"You hide behind a mask, thinking what you do is worthwhile, well I think you're nuts," Kayla grinned, her teeth flashing in the darkness, her smile almost wolfish.

Batman refused to continue this conversation, the woman's voice was dark, cold, and shrill. There was something about her that was dark and should be feared, despite her smaller size. He turned and disappeared into the night; the would-be rapist slung over his shoulder.

-time skip-

Kayla sighed as relaxed in the deep tub, her nerves were still fried, but at least she was home. She was safe.

"Heard you had a run in with the Bats," she jumped when she heard the Joker's overly cheerful voice, he was smirking as he leaned against the now shut door.

"I am taking a bath," Kayla scowled, as she spread the washcloth to cover herself, this man was ridiculous.

"I-uh- see that," his tongue darted out to lick his lip, before he laughed at her annoyed expression, "just wanted to see how your mission went."

Kayla sighed, grabbing her robe and sliding it on, "it started out well, midway he got a bit too handsy and when it looked like I'd have to drug him that Batman showed up. He stole my kill," she frowned as she quickly wrapped her hair in a towel.

Joker giggled as he all but skipped around her, "see, Batman thinks he's good, but he's just got his head shoved up his –uh- ass," he all but shoved his face close to hers, "but I have a way to get back at him."

Kayla frowned as she walked to her room, ignoring two of Joker's men lounging on her couch, "and what way is that?"

Joker grinned, his slightly yellowed smile giddy, "I caught a guy, pretending to be Batman."

Kayla frowned, her mind already coming to the Joker's conclusion; he was going to kill the person who pretended to be his enemy as a message, "what do you want me to do? I don't kill innocent people."

"Ah, but nobody's innocent really. This fool dressed up as a man with enemies, he thinks he is standing for what that over grown bat is, we need to teach both of them a lesson," Joker smirked when he could practically see her brain turning all the information around. He was an expert manipulator; he could get anyone to do what he wanted through threats, sweet-talking, or logical persuasion.

"What do you want me to do?" Kayla asked again, her blue eyes narrowed in suspicion as she regarded his shit eating smile while she towel dried her hair a bit more.

"I want you to help me send the message, we will get the Batman to reveal himself," Joker fingered her red locks; its fiery color matched the owner's personality, despite her need to come across as cold-hearted.

Kayla shook her head slowly, her eyes downcast as she thought of what he was asking, not necessarily kill, but she would be a part of it, she would cause suffering to someone not worthy of it, "I-I'm not sure about that, I don't think I can."

The Joker knew this was coming, the girl had a strong sense of right and wrong, similar to the Bat, but she was different, she would bend to him, "Kayla, anyone who openly supports people like Batman deserve to die, Batman deserves to die. This will bring him out."

Kayla looked into his eyes, those big, blue eyes pissed him off, "I'll come, but I can't promise anything."

Joker inwardly smiled triumphantly, as he traced his finger across her lips and trailed toward her ear, tracing where he so wanted to cut her, "good, just don't get in my way."

Daaaang, I be crankin' this shizzz out! Haha, hope you like it! Next chapter I'll figure out who's beating the crap out of who… I'm leaning towards one option, but something makes me like the other too, gah indecision. Reviews are gold!