I stared at myself in a broken full length mirror that the Joker kept in his room. I am sure it is to ensure he looks fine before making a public appearance. I frowned seeing it is no sleeved dress. It is a softly ruched olive green fabric. The fabric is folded lightly on it self to insinuate my figure. I looked around the room till my eyes found his jacket laying on the chair. I grabbed it slipping my arms in. I refuse to wear this dress without any cover. The scars are everywhere. I looked at the box to ensure I didn't leave anything out and luckily I checked as there is a piece of paper sitting there. I plucked it out of the box reading it,

Sweet Cheeks,

Wear this dress then go find officer Ramerez. Her name is Anna. Mother is in the hospital. Use that as leverage. Be creative, I need her for future plans. Same goes for Michael Wuertz. He loves corruption! Don't do anything I wouldn't do!

Come right back here at 5pm and if you don't I'll find you.

-J

I took in a deep breath. So he wants me to act like a sweet damsel and use my words to his advantage. I tilted my head nodding it a little. Not bad. I do have a way with words back at the firm. And over him when I had the chance when he was Jack. I smirked at the thought.

No one was home that I have seen by the drive way. I unlocked the door calling out, "Jack?"

I heard a stumble of curses along with something dropping. I raised an eyebrow, "Jack? Are you here?"

I walked towards the sound of jumbling. I pushed open the door lightly getting a glimpse of Jack grabbing whatever it is heading towards what looks to be the closet. I heard thumps as the stuff he was putting down hit the floor. I opened the door wider, "What are you doing?"

Jack closed the closet door before he hanged a sign saying 'Do Not Enter'. Jack responded, "Nothing. Nothing to worry your pretty head about."

I snorted, "Suurreee. I see there is a sign there saying Do not enter. How am I supposed to get my clothes?"

Jack's lips went into a frown, "I'll... I'll take the clothes out for you."

I scrunched up my nose, "Your clothing choices aren't appropriate for the work environment, Jack."

He smirked leaving the door alone heading towards me. His hands rubbed my arms as he spoke, "It is appropriate for my work environment."

I snorted, "I wouldn't call this place your work environment."

He winked, "That's where you are wrong. Since I stay at home and do my dealings here for Eric, this is my work environment."

I shook my head with a smile, "So I'm guessing there's a work dress code I have to follow."

His lips went into a wider smirk, "Lesser articles of clothing should do."

I placed a finger lightly tracing his cheek and jaw bone, "Oh but that's not suitable for Eric."

His tongue touched his lips. Jack looked past me to the closed door then back at me, "He's down for a nap. We have about...1 hour."

I reached up on my tippy toes planting kisses on his cheek and jaw bone. My lips kissed underneath his chin bringing it down to his neck. I felt his adam's apple bobbed when he swallowed. I smirked, "How about... you show me what's in the closet before any activities start?"

Jack pulled me away from him. He groaned, "No. Absolutely not. That's a surprise for you and you aren't using your vixen ways!"

I chuckled as I shimmied past his hands getting closer to him. I spoke softly, "But Jack... I am curious on why I can't go in my own closet for clothes when something is hiding in there. I promise you that if it takes longer to show me, I'll be sure to give you new heights of pleasure before Eric wakes up."

I saw him close his eyes before letting a deep breath out. His hands went to his sides. He tilted his head towards the closet, "It's not completed but go ahead."

I smirked. He couldn't resist a new sexual adventure. That is how Eric came to be when having sex on a beach which none of us did. I walked to the closet but stopped when my hand hovered over the knob. I also know he gave in so he can have the little adventure. I glanced at Jack who has his arms crossed watching me expectedly. I dropped my hand sighing, "You are a jerk, Jack Napier."

A smirk washed over his face. His steps came closer. He placed a hand on my waist and the other hand grabbing mine. Jack's eyebrows raised up, "So what about this little new heights of pleasure?"

He knew I wouldn't really open the door for the reason he hid it for me with a reason. He knew I would try to persuade him which ended up working for a moment till I backed out. My eyes flittered upward meeting his. I reached up kissing his lips, "It's a surprise."

Jack's smile got bigger, "I love surprises."

Many times it happened like that I would get the upper hand and then he would get the upper hand. Scoundrel. I fixed my hair so it is in a reverse french pony. Light waves and curls hang over my shoulder. The scent of his jacket overwhelmed me. I stopped what I was doing before grabbing the fabric putting it near my nose. I breathed in deeply. I let it out dreamily. No one would know that this is Joker's right? I don't think I can afford to mess this up or he would actually have the guts to kill me. I hesitantly took his jacket off throwing it onto the bed. I hugged my arms close as I headed to the entrance of the warehouse. Some of Joker's henchmen jumped up seeing me heading to the door. A guy placed his hand in front of me stopping me in my tracks. His deep voice echoed, "Where do you think you are going, doll?"

My eyes went up staring into dark blues. I sneered, "Don't call me doll."

He bent down towards my height to intimidate me. I stared at him not backing down, "I am doing a job for..."

I still refuse to call him the Joker. He is still Jack to me and even then he won't accept that name. I finished the sentence, "Mr. J."

That name felt like I put sand in my mouth. I am not saying Jack nor Joker just the first letter of his name. For either name that is. I don't think he would appreciate it if I call him Puddin' in front of his men that he may or may not kill sooner or later. The man wouldn't back off till another voice made him straighten up, "Joker told me that she was going to be going out to the city for a job."

I opened the door now that it was clear for me to go for it, "I have a curfew."

Curfew is a blasted word. I can't believe I have one from my own husband. I sneered as I walked outside. The sneer went away as I took a deep breath of fresh air. A smile was brought onto my face. I didn't know that the Joker was actually watching me from a different room of the warehouse. He also noticed that I will not let go of my arms trying to hide the many white lines of scars. He already figured that the woman who is walking out into the city put on his jacket to try to hide them but decided against it. He watched her hug her arms closer to her if possible while the ends of the skirt sway by each step she took. His tongue went across his lips. The Joker still finds the battered scarred woman as attractive when he first met her.

This is where I'm going to leave it off for now since I have to drive to my class now. So uhh I am thinking of having a little flash back on how they met. That would be interesting as the idea is still brewing in my mind. Sorry if this chapter is weird with the Joker acting. I wanted her to have a way with words but knowing the Joker he would always get his way even though she successfully got her way. She couldn't bring herself to have her way fully, maybe she just likes the fact she has some power over him. Anywho here you guys go! I hope you guys have a wonderful day once more. Make it better than mine!