-From Joker's POV-

Y/n just stabbed me right through the fucking hand. And it hurts like a bitch. But the physical pain doesn't bother me, I don't care about that. I'm more fixated on the way she's acting. So defiant, so rebellious. She was too unpredictable. At least my psychopathic actions like crashing helicopters and blowing up hospitals became predictable. I think to myself.

When we finally pull up to the house, I head inside the house right away, not bothering to help Y/n get her stuff out of the car. She can do it herself with her two uninjured hands. I walk inside and call out for my head goon. "Scotty-boy, the bitch stabbed me!" I shout out down the hallways. I heard footsteps approaching, and then a confused Scotty appears around the corner. I hold up my right hand to show the wound. The wound wasn't that big, she used what is essentially a pocket knife to do it, but she got me clean between my index and ring finger. Scotty's brows furrow at the sight of it and walk over, quickly examining it. Scotty has had to stitch gunshot wounds before, so I knew he could stitch this little jab up.

I could hear Y/n in her room putting all the decor together as I sat in the kitchen while Scotty stitched my hand. After about 30 minutes, he finishes it and cleans it off. "Okay, make sure it stays clean and dry, no rough activities on it for a couple days.

"Blah blah you're dismissed." I say to him as I wave my hand at him. He takes a deep breath and then turns around and slowly leaves. Once he's gone, I make my way to Y/n's room to let her know we are about to spar. Her door was closed, but quite frankly I was too pissed off to knock and this is my house dammit. I open the bedroom door quickly and see her newly decorated room, but no sign of Y/n. I take a few steps around, examining every inch of the room and then I freeze when my eyes find it. Y/n is standing in her bathroom, door cracked, getting undressed. Her back is to me and she's only topless so I don't see anything like that, but I notice the outlines of slim muscles in her back. It never occurred to me that this woman was only 22 and a practical weapon on legs. Another thing I never knew: the long dragon tattoo that crawls up her right side and curls around her shoulder blade.It's completely black, white, and grey except for the flames coming out of it's mouth. Those are a vibrant red. The tattoo is actually of good quality, and I try to focus on it to distract myself from looking at the rest of the skin on her back. I shake my head and put my hands in my pocket, continuing to stalk around her room, looking at the walls. "Ready to go fight?" I say with a grin. I'm not looking directly through her bathroom door anymore, but out of the corner of my eye, I see her slip some article of clothing on, not flinching at my unannounced entrance.

"Born ready." she says flatly. I start laughing to myself.

"Perfect, I'll be waiting in the ring. I'll send Scotty to escort you." I say before leaving the room. Time to put her in her place.

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-From your POV-

I finished slipping on a sports bra and some athletic attire that would work well for fighting. I was excited; I had never seen him in hand-to-hand combat, and he hadn't seen me either. To be quite honest, although I was an ace at shooting and throwing knives, hand to hand combat was my forte. I loved the feeling of the power that came with defeating someone in a fight. I walked out of my bathroom, putting my hair up as I do so, and saw Scott waiting in the doorway for me. He smiled at me and I smiled back. "Right this way." he says as he motions for me to follow him.

We make our way down to the basement of the house and I find myself in a room only dimly lit by red lights, the sound of Joker's footsteps pacing around the ring. He was completely shirtless, just wearing grey sweatpants, not even shoes. I decide fair is fair, and kick my shoes off. He starts smiling and laughing when he sees me. "Doll, even when you're about to have your ass handed to you, you look so pretty." he says. He's already been annoying all day, but I can't be bothered to keep a grudge and stay angry at someone so I just roll my eyes and step into the ring. "Now this, doll, is a clean fight. No weapons. Scotty boy will be keeping the match. 6 minutes. Whoever is pinned for 15 seconds wins." he says with a smile as he stares down into my eyes. I stand there with my arms crossed, just looking unamused.

"Alright, ready when you are." We both step to opposite sides of the ring and get into our stances.

"On my count. 3, 2, 1." Scott says calmly. Joker and I start walking in a circle, waiting for someone to go first.

"Please, ladies first." he says with a wide smile.

"Why? What about Harley, I thought hitting women was your thing?" I already know that will piss him off enough to swing. Was it an asshole move? Yeah, but that doesn't mean it wasn't true or necessary. His smile fades quick and turns into his signature scowl as he takes one step towards me and swings. I duck it quick and hit him with an upper-cut, clearly catching him off guard.

"So I take it you like it rough then?" he says as he prepares to intensify his moves. I smile as I get ready for my next defense.

"He swing his right arm aiming for my face and then uses his left to swing for my gut. He nails the one headed for my stomach, knocking some of the wind out of me. He laughs at the reflex he got from his hit, a fatal move. I move my hands at quick pace, 1,2,1, each one landing straight in his face. He stumbles back and opens his mouth to spit out blood. We continue on for a few more minutes before Scott yells out.

"2 MINUTES LEFT!" he informs us. Neither of us had even hit the floor yet. That's when I knew it was time to pull out the killshot. I waited until he took steps towards me to punch me and leaned back, narrowly missing his fists, but sticking my feet out, kicking his ankles and causing him to fall back. I wasted no time getting on top of him. I straddled his torso with one foot on his rest and my forearm resting across his neck. His anger and frustration quickly melts into something freakish as he begins laughing and then whispers to me.

"Well doll, right now? We have company." he says with a laugh. I recognize the game that he wants to play. He thinks that I'm just head over heels trying to sleep with him. And I'm not, but I appreciate a good game so I play into it. I lean forward so my lips are to his ear and start whispering.

"Well, Mr.J, if I wanted you... I could've had you the day I walked in here." I say in a low and seductive tone. My lips were so close to his ear that when I started to slowly pull away, I can see goosebumps on his neck.

"TIME! That was a clear win for Y/n." Scott says from outside the ring. I move my foot and then my forearm, still straddling him, and slowly get up. I know that he started getting excited towards that end part, I could feel it (so gross), but I ignored it and got up and out of the ring. He got up much slower than I did. I made eye contact when I got out of the ring. I was about to head to my room, but something possessed me. I turned to Scott.

"Scott, can you help me finish moving furniture around in my room? My bed needs to be moved." I say. I carry my eyes over from Scott's to Joker's, he's mad. Scott obviously agreed and I head upstairs to my room to shower.