I glanced at the little 'love' note the Joker left me in his notepad.

Hey Sweetcheeks be a doll and take my suit to the cleaners. Batsy wasn't so nice with it in our last encounter. I want to look fresh when I get out of here.

- J

I rolled my eyes after re-reading it. I looked at the suit now lying on our bed. Blood stains and dirt littered all over the deep purple suit. I called out from my bedroom, "Hey Keith! Can you come up here for a second?"

I heard footsteps climbing the steps. A quiet voice grabbed my attention, "He's downstairs in the basement, Madeline."

I turned around seeing June with a kitchen rag in hand. She must be cleaning up the kitchen. She did make breakfast earlier. I rubbed my neck, "Alright. I'll uh go down there."

June tilted her head slightly, "Is there anything I can help with?"

I sighed, "I just need a clothing bag but I wanna make sure it is alright cause Jay's clothes have blood and dirt all over it."

June glanced around me seeing Jay's suit. I shook my head, "He was always a messy person but now add blood and bats into the equation."

I threw my hand in the air from frustration. June piped up, "I don't think he would mind but you could always ask him."

She is a timid young woman who would stay with Keith till the end of time like I would for the Joker but she isn't cut out to see the blood, torture and killing. I don't blame the woman. I wouldn't be either but some reason it just gets me going. At first I hated it and denied it but the lust is so much stronger than it was before. I crave it. I gave her a nod, "I'll do just that to be on the safe side."

June nodded then brought up a good point, "How are they going to accept it once they see it is the Joker's suit?"

I smiled widely, "Easy. Persuasion."

June couldn't help but chuckle, "You are more cut out to be a mobster's wife than me."

I put an arm around her shoulders leading her back downstairs, "No, you have a better heart than me. Plus you really don't mind it as long you don't see it, right?"

June nodded, "I faint at the sight of blood."

I squeezed her arm, "See. You're fine. I am just corrupt. Thanks to Jay."

I let go of her once we were at the door to the basement. I shooed her away, "Now I don't want you fainting on me. Shoo now."

She chuckled walking back to what she was doing beforehand. I took in a deep breath opening the door. A huge smell wave of blood hit me. I covered my nose, "Keith I swear if you make your poor wife faint due to the blood, I will kill you. If you get a drop of blood on the concrete, I'll kill you."

A clatter of tools moved around. I stepped down the stairs seeing two really bloodied men tied to a chair. I scrunched up my nose, "I rather have my house not smell like iron."

Keith glanced up from the men to me, "Oh Mads."

I eyed him, "Did you not hear what I said just now?"

Keith looked away to the tools. He's avoiding the question. I groaned, "You know it's bad enough I get that from Jay but now from you. Jerk."

I saw blood on the concrete. I huffed, "You're cleaning that up, jerk. When it hits the summer months, that smell is going to travel upwards."

Keith nodded his head, "Yeah, yeah. I'll do it after I'm done with these guys."

I leaned close to their bodies.. My nose scrunched up, "Uh are they even alive, Keith?"

Keith grabbed a tool what looks to be a screwdriver. Keith mumbled, "Let's find out."

I watched him stab one guy's hand with the screwdriver. It made him call out in pain. I lightly pointed at that one, "Well he's alive. Now what about the other?"

Keith placed the screwdriver down. Keith looked up at me, "I know I probably shouldn't but if you want-."

I interrupted, "Oh I would love to. It's still going to be a while till Jay gets out."

Keith pushed the tray near me. I looked at the tools with my hands hovering over them. Keith pointed at me to make a point, "I will not get in trouble for this, Mads."

I shrugged picking up a Browning pistol. I studied the mechanics of the weapon. Keith knitted his brows, "I don't think I would understand your fascination with guns like boss is with knives."

I scoffed, "I really do wish he had a different love of weaponry."

I moved the guy's face with the barrel. He didn't acknowledge the movement. I raised my brows, "Huh."

I aimed the Browning to his foot but then held the gun up to the ceiling in thought. I mumbled, "On second thought..."

His wrist was tied to the chair. He wouldn't bleed out much from his hand especially if I do it to his right hand. The cold barrel touched the guy's right hand and pulled the trigger. A scream was let out. I smiled, "Can't have him die, right?"

Keith nodded but pointed to his hand, "But you made him bleed more."

I shrugged, "I didn't like the guy. He was the one who tried to grab me and of course while grabbing me he fondled. I'm not all about that. Only one person can do that."

Keith asked, "What did you need that I was graced by your humble presence?"

I laughed, "I just wanted to borrow a clothing bag. Ya know the ones for suits and dresses to keep it in pristine shape."

Keith raised a brow while busying himself with his guy, "Guessing its for the boss' suit."

I nodded placing the Browning back on the tray, "Yeah. I can't particularly hold out the feared man's suit for the public to see."

Keith pointed a finger at me, "Dry Cleaner is gonna see it."

I let out a deep breath, "I know. I got to use persuasion."

I glanced at the Browning biting my lip. I asked, "On second thought, can I borrow the Browning? It's for the so called persuasion."

Keith waved his hand to say take it. Keith answered, "I don't use it much so go ahead."

A big smile graced my lips when my fingers touch the Browning. It's still warm from my grip earlier. I tucked it into my jeans' waistband, "I promise I won't hurt your baby."

Keith shook his head with a little upturn of his lips, "I know you wouldn't. After I saw how you take care of Joker's Beretta and your additions, I think I can trust you with my Browning."

I grinned knowingly. I gave him a fake salute, "Well I'm off. Have fun."

Keith called out to me as I walked up the steps, "Be careful. Who knows what Jared would do next."

I stopped leaning over the railing so my voice carries, "Each day that passes I gain more confidence. I have my friend with me too so who knows I would fully make him a eunuch."

The dress bag's hanger was hooked on my index and middle finger. The bag swayed to my body behind me. I pushed up my sunglasses to get rid of any chance of recognition. My heels clicked against the concrete. The Browning pressed against my back brought comfort. I pulled open the dry cleaner's door. The bell signaled my arrival. A voice called out from the back, "I'll be right there!"

I placed the clothing bag on the counter before leaning on it. I ran a hand through my hair moving it to one side. A middle aged man came out from the rows of bagged clothes. He looked at me with raised brows, "What can I do for ya?"

My tongue ran across my top lip quickly. I patted my clothing bag, "I need to get this cleaned."

The man shooed my person off the bag, "Off. Off."

I scrunched up my nose pushing myself off the bag. I spoke, "I need this by tomorrow."

The man gave me a look, "This normally takes a week, kid."

The dry cleaner started to unzip the bag. His eyes widened. He backed away shaking his head, "Oh no no no. You need to get out and take that."

I gave a small smile, "That's not going to happen. You see, he says he wants it done and when he wants it done it will get done. So how about it?"

The man crossed his arms, "No now get out or I'll call the police."

I delicately took Joker's suit out of the clothing bag. I fixed his suit's collar, "You see I know you will call them no matter what. I rather like to see my Jay in his suit. So can you hurry up?"

The middle aged man mumbled, "Why can't you take no for no?"

I reached behind my back for the Browning. I waved it around while walking around the room, "I won't take a no. Wanna know why?"

I looked outside seeing passerbys not paying attention to anything. I raised the Browning to my eye sight. I studied its features while speaking, "I can never take no as an answer. Left or right?"

The man took too long for my liking. I turned around on my heel. The bullet met his left elbow. He instantly grabbed his arm. Blood started to drip between his fingers. I walked back to Joker's suit. I frowned, "Damn I got more blood on his suit. Well that shouldn't matter as you'll clean it up, right?"

The man grumbled, "Fine. Be here tomorrow."

I smiled, "Good. Glad we have an agreement. Now if the cops or even ole Batsy come around, say goodbye to your other arm. I am sure you can work with one arm. I just blew your elbow into shards. Oh before I forget, if I was you I'd patch myself up before I loose anymore blood. Trust me I'm a doctor."

The man looked at my Browning with such hatred. His eyes looked up meeting mine, "You're a she-devil."

I smirked, "Thanks. Oh also if you are dead before his suit is finished well... Your next of kin is going to the same place with ya."

The man frowned. His knuckles around his bleeding wound turned white. I gave a nod, "I'll see you tomorrow, sir."

I turned around heading out the door. The man glared at my black dress clad body. The leather jacket moving with my movement as I walked down the street. It's a good thing that this is close to the Asylum. I can go see my favorite man. Excitement bubbled in my stomach along with butterflies. I cannot wait to see him walk down these streets.