The next morning, the heavy door opened again, letting light flood into the miserable cell. Larissa was still peacefully asleep on one of the beams, with a leg resting and the other casually dangling off the narrow wooden platform. She was asleep but well aware of her surroundings at the same time - her senses told her that West was about to come back since she heard him down the hall, so when the door opened, it wasn't a shock. "Dias!" he called out roughly. Larissa sighed and her eyes fluttered open. She crawled out of the darkness before jumping onto the floor and onto her feet, not bothered for playing games today. Her hair, although still slightly messy, was draped over her shoulders instead of being up in a wild bun. West felt his eyes involuntarily light up at the sight of her, but he had no idea why. There was no denying her beauty. Her slightly sinister, strangely addictive yet snakelike beauty. "Ah, there you are. Not playing hide and seek today?" Larissa didn't speak, she didn't want to. West frowned at her silence, feeling a little unnerved. "What, you in a mood with me today? Did I do something?"

"Did you do something? Don't think I don't remember that you stuck a damn needle in my neck yesterday," Larissa blinked up at him from where she sat herself cross legged on the floor. "I'm really not happy about that and I will be getting you back for it. Eventually. Wait on it." West clenched his jaw and acted like he wasn't bothered when really he was a solid mix of scared and apologetic.

"Oh don't be like that. You got all up in that poor girls face for no reason. I had to do it," he grunted. Larissa rolled over toward him and once she reached his heavy boots, slowly stood up so that they were around an inch apart. Larissa could hear West's breathing pattern change and felt the vibrations from his heartbeat quicken.

"Tu corazón..." she breathed as she stared deep into his eyes. West broke eye contact immediately, feeling ridiculously uncomfortable. "Your...heart..." West stared back into her eyes before blinking out of it and shaking his head.

"You have a visitor Dias," he ended up clearing his throat, tearing his eyes away from her. "And it's the same girl. Try any funny business and it won't just be syrum that you'll digest."

"What does that even mean?" Larissa scoffed playfully as she held out her hands again with her eyes still trained on him as he cuffed her. She slowly realised that she had him wrapped around her finger already - which she absolutely adored. This was the power she craved – this was the power she needed to get out.

Walking down the hallway was the bit that Larissa could do without. She heard the prisoners all grunt and breathe heavily as they watched her walk past through the little windows of their own cells. She tried to embrace it and not let it get to her that much, just like The Joker told her to – but she really couldn't. She didn't have the heart to, because every single movement reminded her of him. "What happened pretty lady? Why so sad?" one of them yelled from behind his bars. Larissa shrugged the yells off and continued to walk to the meeting room where Jessie sat again, in the exact same clothes. Even her expression looked the same – but those large dark blue eyes were longing beyond anything else.

Desperate.

Larissa shoved herself into the chair opposite her once more.

"Hello again," Jessie hummed, looking dead into her eyes. Larissa said nothing – she simply waited for her to continue. "I guess you're not surprised to see me here? Well I don't give up easily." Larissa rolled her eyes and continued to stay silent, which Jessie couldn't take anymore. Her anxiety was clearly getting the better of her. "Please, Copperhead. I need your help."

"For what?" Larissa finally asked.

"To find The Joker," Jessie stressed with a hiss.

"Why did you come to me?" Larissa questioned her calmly, intrigued.

"Because we have intelligence that states you were the last person that he had a deal with," Jessie explained with a grimace. Larissa's eyes darkened. How would she even know?

"Who ARE you?" she muttered. Her tone was wavering on fearful at this point.

"Just a girl with a request. That's it. I need to see him, I don't wanna hurt him. I just want to ask him something," Jessie insisted, running her hands through her hair. Larissa closed her eyes and put all of her concentration on her senses around her. She felt it, in her brain. She could feel Jessie's heartbeat. It was steady – so she wasn't lying.

She genuinely just wanted help. And Larissa did need to get out. In fact they were both after the same thing.

"Intelligence?" Larissa suddenly remembered. "Where did you get this…intelligence?" Jessie swallowed and clamped her mouth shut. It was clear that she didn't want to divulge her sources but she couldn't risk losing her focus and attention.

"I…I've been following him for a while now, but I can't talk to him alone. That's why I came to her," Jessie admitted with a slight blush. Larissa leaned back in her chair and stared at her, thinking it over the best she could. There was a look of urgency in Jessie's eyes and something in Larissa pinged.

"You don't want to hurt him?" she muttered, not breaking eye contact. Jessie gave a shallow gasp and shook her head so quickly that she felt her neck click.

"I promise." Larissa sighed and nodded, nibbling down on her bottom lip.

"Fine." Jessie breathed out and immediately relief washed over her. This was all she wanted and Larissa could tell. "What's the plan? When do you want me out of here?"

"Soon, I want to get you out of here as soon as possible. I'll have to think of a way-" Larissa cut her off with a giggle and shook her head.

"You don't think of the plan. I think of the plan. You think of the date, the time and the place," she whispered. "Come back and let me know and I'll be out." Jessie recoiled slightly, not really believing her.

"Wait, how are you gonna do that?"

"Seriously? You really don't know? I'm in here by choice, not by force," Larissa smirked as she ran her fingers through her tangled hair.

"You could always get out?"

"Of course I could always get out." Jessie found herself staring at her, slightly impressed. She knew that Larissa was talented but this was a type of talent that she wasn't expecting.

"So you need me to come back?" she whispered as her eyes darted around her to make sure nobody was listening.

"Unless you have a date and time in your head now?" Larissa shrugged, becoming equally as vigilant.

"I mean…how does tomorrow sound? Night time of course, it will be easier to hide in the shadows," Jessie pointed out with a hum.

"That's fine," Larissa agreed as she leaned in a little closer. "I know there's a bank down there…we can meet at the doors? I'm guessing it's still there." Jessie frowned slightly at such a random suggestion but nodded again.

"Yeah, there is. Are you sure you want to do this?"

"You came all this way to beg for my help again and when I finally say yes, you want to double check that I'm sure about helping you?" Larissa laughed, a little confused but bewildered by her attitude.

"Yeah. I gotta make sure. It's not going to be easy to track him down," Jessie explained quickly. Larissa chewed the inside of her cheeks and sat back again in her chair again.

It is easy to track someone you love.

She used to do it all the time.

…

-FLASHBACK-

5 months earlier

"Ready or notttt, here I come!" Larissa whispered in the abandoned house as she tiptoed over the old wooden floors. Not a sound came from the distance, in fact it was eerily quiet. She stopped walking just before the staircase which led to the murky depth of upstairs. She had to freeze so that she could listen properly. The only thing she felt was the steady thump of her own heartbeat. Heat, where was the heat source? Not downstairs, that's for sure. Larissa grabbed the edge of the bannister that was connected to the stairs and heaved herself up as quietly as possible, not making any sudden movements as she didn't know how stable the furniture was. She slid up silently, her snakelike agility supporting her every move. Once she reached the top of the staircase she hopped off and landed on her feet in a crouched position before quickly crawling into the nearest room. It looked like it used to be a bathroom, but the light wouldn't work and the toilet lid was on the thick dust coated floor. Larissa crawled past it and ended up in the bedroom. Immediately, her senses lit up and she felt the presence in there. She could feel the heat of another person and she knew. "I've got you now," she whispered, standing up straight and tiptoeing so lightly that it looked like she was floating. She knew exactly where he was – in the wardrobe. As soon as she opened it, he suddenly flung himself out and shoved her to the wall closest to them.

"You found me but I still beat you," The Joker growled, his lips inches apart from hers. "You let me tackle you. You've been better than that before baby."

"I have?" Larissa giggled playfully. She could see the glint of the metal in his teeth even though it was pitch black. "Try and move your hands." The Joker blinked at her and attempted to shift his hands but found that he couldn't - something was forbidding him. Somehow, Larissa had swiftly cuffed his hands together between her finding him and him pushing her against the wall. The Joker's face swapped from confusion, to realisation, and then a mix of admiration and pride.

"That's my girl," he muttered. Larissa beamed at him, unable to tear her eyes away from him as usual as she hooked her arms around his neck. "That's my girl."

…

"Yeah, it's going to be difficult," Larissa decided to tell Jessie with a fake grimace. "It's going to be very difficult in fact. But I'm sure we'll get him in the end. I'm almost certain of it."

A/N: I started university again and found it difficult to continue writing, but now I'm back in the swing of things, the story is back! Thank you SO much for the follows and reviews, honestly it makes my day and I cannot believe so many of you like this story already! Going to make it the best I can for you all. – J x