Larissa attempted to fix her hair in the reflection of the one piece of dirty glass that she had stuck on the brick cell wall. She looked a mess and it was getting on her nerves, but she couldn't do anything about it with no brush or comb to sort herself out. Distantly she heard the sound of footsteps trudging down the hall and the clicking of guns - it was clearly that time again. She swiftly scaled the wall to wait in the rafters whilst remaining hidden in the shadows, losing patience already. The door whacked open, the heavy metal clanging against the stone wall and a guard looked around with his machine gun raised in defence. He looked petrified, but kept a firm grip on the weapon in his hands. "DIAZ!" he helped suddenly. Larissa stayed silent, still hidden in the shadows. "I'm not here to play games. I know you're hiding. Get, OUT." Larissa waited a few seconds, enjoying seeing the fear on the guard's face. She already had the upper hand in the conversation – in fact she already had the upper hand over him.

"What's your name, soldier?" Larissa finally called out from above him. He jumped at her sudden words, aiming the gun in the direction of her voice. He still couldn't see her and it was beginning to bother him more than he thought it would.

"I'm not here to converse with you Dias!" he shouted shakily, as his eyes darted from left to right in his desperate ache to locate her.

"Answer the question," Larissa hissed. She was getting closer to him, he could feel it.

"W-West, but that's none of your concern," he stuttered, attempted to take control. Larissa silently slid down the wall behind him before forward rolling toward him and innocently tapping his shoulder. West spun around at the speed of lightening with the barrel of the gun posed right in her face. She raised an eyebrow and stared at him intently as he carefully lowered it down, his eyes locked firmly with hers.

"Oh it will always be my concern," she whispered, tapping his nose playfully. "Well…West! You're far too pretty to be a soldier," she pouted. West looked away uncomfortably.

"No contact," he muttered as if he had studied the rules of this prison off by heart. His aqua blue eyes suddenly met her light green ones again.

"Oh we all know that those rules don't actually apply here," Larissa breathed as she rolled herself away from him again until she was a reasonable distance away from him. West swallowed and followed her movements with his eyes intently. "Where's Larker?"

"It's Larken. And you killed him," he grunted.

"Oh yes. I almost forgot. So you're his replacement and they sent you here...alone?" Larissa giggled playfully.

"Oh, I have back up waiting right outside this cell door, so don't try anything funny because they will kill you before you could even think about laying a finger on me," West warned her with danger lingering in his voice. Larissa raised an eyebrow again.

"Rightttttt. So, why are you here anyway? Got a little...surprise for me?"

"No," West muttered shortly. He cleared his throat and stood up a little straighter. "No, but you do have a visitor."

"A visitor?" Larissa laughed lightly in disbelief. "Oh please. Sir, nobody visits me." She glanced behind her shoulder and threw a teasing smile his way.

"Well believe it. She's in the meeting room as we speak," West nodded, chucking his thumb behind him in the direction of the now locked metal door. Larissa turned around properly and crossed her legs, staring at him.

"I need a mirror and a brush," she then hummed. "Could you put that order through? A mirror and a brush?"

"Dias. Out," West rolled his eyes as he approached her with handcuffs. Larissa stayed seated and raised her hands with her slim wrists side by side.

"Will you untie me afterwards?" she asked with the tiniest of smiles. West glanced up to her and couldn't help but smirk to himself as he tightly locked her hands in with a grimace. Larissa loved it, every minute of it. This is what The Joker had taught her how to do – trap people.

"I'll do my best," West muttered, standing up straight again.

…

FLASHBACK

- 5 months earlier -

"Sweetcheeks? Can I ask you a question?" The Joker hummed one evening as his henchmen counted the numerous wads of cash from his recent hijack. Larissa cocked her head to the side and nodded.

"Go ahead baby."

"How do you…get what you want…?" The Joker growled, leaning forward in his chair slightly. Larissa looked up at him from where she was sitting on the floor in between his legs.

"I don't know. I kill?" she tried, resting her chin on one of his knees. The Joker let out a laugh and Larissa frowned, unsure of what was so funny.

"No no no. It doesn't have to be so…messy. I mean messy is FUN, but there are quicker solutions," he hissed, grabbing her face with one hand and squeezing her cheeks lightly. Larissa blinked her golden-green orbs at him.

"How?" she sighed, a little lost in his own eyes.

"You put on a cute voice, flutter those pretty round eyes and you get the job done. You…be yourself," The Joker practically whispered, bringing her face closer to his. "Trust me. They will melt, like butter for you." Larissa giggled and nodding, taking in his every word.

"Gotcha. Did you melt for me?" she asked him innocently.

"Oh baby, cant ya tell? I'm still melting," The Joker grinned back lowly before roughly smashing her lips against his.

…

NOW

"DIAS. Up!" Larissa stood up properly in the space of a second, eyes still locked with his. West took the chains that were connected to the handcuffs in his own hands and firmly tugged them so that she was walking along behind him, out of the cell and down the dark stone hallways. Prisoners from their individual cells watched her walk by though the slots in their cell doors and gave her a host of catcalls and whistles.

"Soak it up boys, one day you won't have any lips to whistle with!" Larissa announced them as she continued to sashay down the hallway.

"Hey good looking - come into my cell! No bed though - all I have is the ground," one burly guy yelled with a chuckle.

"I'll send you beneath the ground," Larissa trilled back just as cheekily. But when West glanced behind his shoulder - he saw that her face was deadly serious.

Larissa was shocked to find a girl that she didn't know waiting for her in the meeting room. She studied her as she walked towards the table - she had shimmering blue eyes and tangled but long dark brunette hair. Pretty girl, but not obviously so. Young, 16 or 17. Freckles, but again not obvious. It was going to be an interesting discussion because Larissa had no idea what she wanted. Larissa slowly sat herself down on the uncomfortable wooden chair opposite her, not breaking eye contact.

"Hi," the girl coughed awkwardly.

"Hello," Larissa nodded. The girl suddenly broke eye contact with her, clearly wimping out of whatever she was going to ask. "What's your name?" Larissa promoted her impatiently.

"Jessie," was the girls immediate answer. Larissa raised an eyebrow, waiting for her to continue. "My name is Jessie. And your name...is Copperhead. One of Gotham's deadliest assassins, they've been after you for a while now right?" Larissa glanced around her before leaning forward slightly, caught off guard completely by her statement.

"How do you know who I am?" she growled quietly. Jessie leaned back a little - but it was clear that her confidence was growing.

"Don't worry about that. Let me just get down to why I'm here. I need you to give me information," she muttered. Larissa let out a giggle and sat back again.

"Oh you silly little girl," she tutted. "I'm not here for this kind of rubbish. I haven't got time to play games." Jessie didn't look fazed by her attitude and Larissa didn't like that. "I don't give information, I get the information."

"I need you to give me information," Jessie repeated a little quieter. Larissa sat back even further in her chair and kept her hands in her lap with amusement now dancing in her eyes. Jessie took this as her time to talk again, so she took a deep breath before saying, "I need you to tell me everything you know about The Joker."

Larissa felt her heart plummet further down her chest. It was suddenly getting too warm in there now.

"The…Joker?" was Larissa's first hiss, going into some sort of trance. Jessie's eyes darted to hers as soon as the name came out of her mouth.

"Do you know him?"

"Whether I know him or not - you're not getting anything out of me," Larissa whispered lightly, snapping out of it. She was aware that West was watching from against the back wall - she could feel his eyes trained on them both.

"Why not?" Jessie asked exasperatedly, running her hands through her tangled hair. Larissa saw that she was slowly stressing out. She must've been her last or one of her last options to find this guy. "He's an ex client right? So you have no ties to him whatsoever."

"That's exactly why you silly girl," Larissa spelt it out for her. "I don't release information on ex clients or current clients. It breaks a code." That wasn't why she wasn't releasing information, she knew that.

"What code? You don't have a code. You're a one man team," Jessie pointed out.

"Your point?"

"There is no code."

"I created the code."

"I'm not looking for an address. I just want something on him, like what was he like? Did you ever speak to him directly? Did-"

"Alright, we're done here," Larissa cut her off immediately.

"No! No we're not," Jessie suddenly snapped. Larissa sighed before lunging forward fiercely, so that she was bent over the table and right in Jessie's face. Jessie flinched back, finding her more petrifying now that she was up close. Her pupils were turning into slits in the middle of her eyes, and her now forked tongue was quickly flickering out of her mouth. Before she could blink twice, West had already pinned her down and injected something into her neck to somewhat sedate her. Larissa immediately fell limp and West picked her up and flung her over his shoulder like she weighed nothing.

"Apologies ma'am," was all West told Jessie before turning around and carrying Larissa back to her cell. It was only when Jessie knew that Larissa was safely contained, that she realised she was holding her breath for that entire time in pure fear.

"You smell nice," Larissa whispered weakly as West continued to carry her. The catcalls weren't coming now. "And I thought you said no contact?" West rolled his eyes and casually unlocked her cell door, throwing her in there onto the floor. Of course, Larissa landed on her feet, as woozy as she was. She would've broken pretty much every bone if she wasn't so skilled.

"Goodnight Dias," West hummed before slamming the door shut and locking it again. Larissa groaned and sat up, going through that day's events. Jessie needed to get to The Joker for whatever reason – so did she. Jessie was clearly determined – so was she.

The only problem was that she knew that the tiniest part of her now icy heart still beat for the man that betrayed her.

A/N: OKAY so I would like to say thank you SO much for all your amazing reviews, thank you for following this story. I have never written a story that grows the speed this one has, I'm honestly honoured and flattered you guys like Copperhead so much! Do you think she should completely let go of The Joker and go full blown badass or do you still see them together? – J x