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Kayla strode into her apartment, slamming the door behind her, looking very much like a storm that was blowing in, red hair escaping the braid and haloing around her head.

"Well, well, look who it is, the hero of the night," the Joker sneered, dramatically pulling a small stack of papers paper clipped together, "your- ah- reward."

Kayla snatched the papers from him, glowering into his dark eyes that contrasted so much with the white face paint, "I did what you asked perfectly, with no complaints, and here you are right after that little stunt you pulled. You said I wouldn't be put in jeopardy, if anyone finds you here I'm the one who'll be in deep shit. I don't have a little gang to help me, I would be looking at jail time."

Joker blinked, he was actually surprised, he was the one who should be mad, he orchestrated the deaths of all the major power players, yet Dent got away. He stood to his full height, grabbing her face roughly, feeling her skin pull under his fingers as his nails dug in, "listen here, doll face, I kept you alive this long because you were useful, but now I don't need you. There is nothing worse than an expendable liability."

Her eyes narrowed between his fingers, glaring at the clown, "the sentiment is mutual, let me go or you'll see someone with some fight in them."

The Joker cackled, tightening his grip, watching her wince in pain, "don't threaten me, or the morticians will have to put your face back together."

Her eyes widened, his words rang distantly as her head throbbed. No one threatened her. Kayla grabbed his own face, squeezing it roughly and pushing back, leaning her own weight in as well. The two toppled over, her straddling him. She wasn't surprised to hear his laughter, he seemed masochistic from what she experienced so far. She ignored the pain as her knuckles split, all she cared about was that his blood was splattering her arms as she punched and that all the pain he inflicted she more than doubled now. The mantra: no one hurts me, kept ringing through her brain, she didn't acknowledge the shouts of his men or his laughter. She was bodily pulled off much too soon, and thrown across the room, her legs sprawled in front of her. Her dress, she noticed in the back of her mind, was ridding up, her girl short underwear showing. She smiled, it was good to get back at the devil, it felt nice to give more than she took. She never physically fought anyone before, not seriously at least, and she was proud of herself.

The clown towered over her, face now more red than white, glaring down thoughtfully at the girl, "maybe you aren't as expendable as I thought, still a liability… but a fun one."

Kayla frowned, that wasn't the response she wanted, she was through with his playing with her, "I'd rather be expendable than be your plaything."

Joker grinned wickedly, "you and I are cut from the same cloth," he grabbed her face, making her look into his. Her blue eyes looked void, almost empty.

"We aren't," her voice was tight, as she stared up at his face, refusing to be sucked in.

"Oh, but we are," he cackled as he let her face go, standing and pacing the room, "you killed people, you thrive in chaos."

Kayla frowned, "for now chaos is the only path to peace. Burn everything up and let the good rebuild."

The Joker laughed, "then we have the same goal, we both want to see Gotham burn!"

He wasn't surprised to see the girl stand, somehow appearing taller than what she really was. She walked quietly to the bathroom sink, washing off her split knuckles, which were smudged with his face paint and blood. She was meticulous with her ministrations, and he was momentarily hypnotized by her obviously practiced motions. He mentally shook himself before sitting on the counter next to her, smirking down at her.

"What's so funny?" her voice was bored as she wrapped her hands.

Joker cocked his head, "this should serve as a lesson."

Kayla rolled her eyes as she finally looked at him, "what, that I shouldn't fight the big, bad boss man?"

He cackled at her insolence, this girl was too much, "well no, that's a good one too though," he grabbed the now bandaged hands, "you're too weak to be on your own, you got lucky with the last guys you killed, look at what happened to you now, hands ruined and yet I'm still breathing."

"Screw you," she snatched back her hands and stormed back into the living room where the goons still stood around awkwardly, "I don't need anyone, not you especially!"

Something about the little spitfire interested him, her personality shown through her appearance; ice blue eyes and flaming red hair. He was surprised they didn't somehow cancel each other out, but it managed to coexist in the same being. She was fun to play with; he wondered how far he could go before she blew up again.

"Ah-ah-ah, don't make promises you won't keep," he grinned darkly at her, her eyes widening in alarm.

Kayla was beyond confused; this evil psychopath was hitting on her? No, he was toying with her, he didn't want anything or anyone, just chaos. Two options presented themselves, play his little game or stay on her own. She knew this decision could possibly cost her her life.

And done! Hope you all liked this chapter, I was really excited about the "fight" scene… like almost sadistically (but since they're just characters, it alright, right?)