-From your POV-

It had been 3 days since my little business meeting at the club with J. Blue had no idea about any of it; he was oblivious. I was never a big fan of Christmas, it just seemed all too materialistic, but Blue had spent the past week putting decorations up all over my house. To be honest, it was getting really annoying. First of all, we do not live together and I did not want to live with him. Second of all, he just started doing it on his own, not asking me first. I was interested in finer arts, recently. I figured I might as well start to successfully lead a double life outside of being an assassin, so I began listening to classical and jazz music and getting into painting. I was sitting in the living room with a glass of wine, listening to classical music. I had my head tilted back on the edge of the couch, eyes closed, enjoying the peacefulness. I was in a quiet and calming state when I heard Blue walking out of the bedroom. He had been in the shower and came out shirtless, a towel hanging off his hips. "Gorgeous." he said as he came over and bent down and kissed me on my forehead. I peeled my eyes open and smiled up at him. As annoying and naive as he could be sometimes, he provided the stability and cute French accent that J never could. We had finished screwing earlier, hence him taking a shower and me drinking wine in a satin robe.

He came and sat down next to me on the couch and stretched his arm around me. I set my glass down on the coffee table and turned my head towards him. He just gazed at me passionately and kept smiling. Weirdo. I gave him a small grin back to keep him from being alarmed. He then leaned in and started kissing my lips slowly and passionately and I returned the kiss back. He started to kiss softly down my neck which annoyed the hell out of me; if you're going to go to my neck, I want it purple and black when you pull away. His butterfly kisses were not going even turn my neck pink. I just rolled my eyes as he kept kissing down my neck to my collar bone, and then I felt his lips part on my skin as he mumbled something out. "Mmm what'd you say?" I hum out.

"I love you." he says back confidently. My eyeballs nearly fell out of my head.

"Oh, hm?" I hummed out. His face started turning red.

"Is something wrong? Did I say it too soon?? You don't have to say it back if you're not ready." he spit out.

"No, no, noooooo..." I began trying to comfort him. My voice was really awkward and I could feel that my eyebrows were meekly furrowed. I quickly cleared my throat and fixed my face to mask the awkwardness. "I... love you too." I said back. Which wasn't true. I care about him, I really did. But love? I wasn't capable of it. His eyes lit up at my words.

"You do?!" he chuckled. "You know, I'm on chapter 10 of that book and it says that it is possible for people with APD to love, it's just very rare and takes quite a bit of time." he says. He starts to kiss my face again but I am ALL the way turned off right now. Did he just say the cuckoo book says I can love?? Who says that before sex?? I lightly pulled back from his kisses and grabbed my wine glass again.

"Mmmm, rain check? I'm tired." I lie. He nods his head and leads back up.

"Oh, of course." I smile and tip back the rest of my drink before standing up and sleekly walking into the bathroom. I got on the bed and set the glass down on the nightstand and collapsed back in the pillows. I closed my eyes and hummed to myself and soon I heard the doorbell. I couldn't care enough to get it, so I heard Blue's footsteps come in and grab his sweatpants off the floor and slide them on before heading back out towards the door. He left the bedroom door cracked just enough for me to vaguely hear what was going on.

"Does Y/n Zsasz live here?" an unfamiliar voice asks.

"Who's asking?" Blue responds.

"Just here to deliver a package." the voice replies.

"She's in bed, I'll take it." Blue offers. I can hear the delivery guy hesitate and ask him if he was sure and then Blue grow impatient, and then it goes silent for a minute.

"Who in the hell sent this??" Blue asked annoyed.

"Uh, he sent me this little card to read off: Courtesy of The Joker." the delivery man said.

Shit. Shit shit shit. Fuck. J what in the hell were you up to?! Before I could even open my eyes and rise myself out of bed, Blue pushes the door in furiously and starts yelling at me. "What in the hell is this?!" he shouts. I open my eyes and squint at the black object in his hand. Is that? No. NO. God damn you Bones for never giving it back. My bra.

"My bra, obviously. But as to how he got-" I begin.

"So you were lying, this whole time you were lying straight to my fucking face?!" he scoffs as his tone grows increasingly annoyed.

"I wasn't lying to you about shit." Partially true. Well, like 1/8 true. Had I slept with J, leaving my bra behind? No. Had I lied about seeing J, making out with him, messing around with him, wearing his custom lingerie, among other things? Yes, compulsively. And to top it off, I just lied to his face not even ten minutes ago by telling him I loved him.

"Oh okay, so he somehow magically telepathically got this?" he said. I rolled my eyes at him and sighed.

"You're not going to believe me anyways." I say. He lets out a chuckle.

"So this is the pathological lying?" he starts chuckling and shaking his head. "The book had warned me about it. You've been lying this entire time, haven't you? Humor me, when did you last see him? Last night?? The day before??" he begins accusing.

"Oh so you're little handy dandy notebook, right? Because I'm such a fucking nut-job? For your information, the last time I slept with J was at his house, WHEN I LIVED THERE!" I shouted at him. He scoffed again.

"So the whole 'nothing happened between us' was yet another lie?!" he scoffs. "Unbelievable! I should have listened to you when you said you were something else. Hell, it feels like we're in the Blank Space music video!" he chuckles to himself. He then approaches the bed and leans over it.

"I don't owe you shit, Blue. It's not my job to constantly sooth you and your big baby attitude and little man ego." I snap back. He reaches across the bed and grabs my face roughly in his hands.

"Tell me how much you lied about. Tell me when you were last with him." he growled. I smiled.

"If I knew any better, I would say you're about to hate-fuck me.... just like him." I snicker to myself. He gets angry at my words and pulls his hand back and slaps me across the face. The cockiness and annoyance I had before instantly switches to anger. I look back at him and our angry gaze locks.

"Oh dear, what a mistake that was." without turning my head, I reach my hand back to the glass on the nightstand and swing to his head, causing it to shatter and split his head open. He stumbles back with his hand on his head. I leap off the bed and punch him in the face twice. He quickly shoves me off and begins fighting me. I knee him in the stomach, causing him to shove off and then ran to the artillery room. I locked the door as I began searching for wherever the hell I put those knives. Halfway through my scrambling, I got a call on my phone which was somehow still in my robe pocket. I saw it was J, so I rolled my eyes and answered as I tucked it between my ear and my shoulder. "Oh you have horrible timing." I say as I continue dumping out ammo boxes, gun shelves, targets, everything.

"Dollface, what's happening?" he asks.

"Blue is going to kill me if I don't kill him first." I say.

"What?!" his tone changes in an instant, from concerned to enraged. I had no idea if Blue would actually kill me, I didn't think he had the killer in him, but I sure as hell had it in me.

"Yeah, so I'm about use the better half of your Christmas present and carve him like a turkey!" I say in a flat tone. He grumbles something out but I see the magenta knife box and I don't have time to carry on. "Gotta go, ciao babes." I say as I throw my phone to the floor, not caring what happens to it. I slid open the box and pulled out three of the knives. I could hear him fiddling at the door, so I quickly opened it. He was waiting in fighting stance and punched me straight in the face, causing me to grab my nose and stumble back. I curled one arm behind my head and hurled it forward, sending a knife flying. He ducked and it hit the wall behind him, sticking out like a sore thumb. We brought the fight into the artillery room, where he grabbed a bow-staff that I forgot I even had and began swinging it around, narrowly missing me.

The fight continued on for about 10 minutes when he smacked both of the remaining knives in my hands. I ran out of the room to head to the kitchen to get another one, him hot on my trail. I had a filet knife in my hand and he quickly met me in the kitchen. I could tell he was getting tired, so I swiped his feet out from under him. Causing him to fall on his back. I took the opportunity and straddled on top of him, knife up to his jawline. I chuckled. "You don't love me, do you?" he spit out hastily.

"Never. Pathological lying, remember? What was it? Chapter 8??" I ask as I press the tip of the knife down, pricking a bead of blood. "You know what? I'm going to make you mine. Scar or branding? Your pick." I say.

"What?" he asks.

"Pick your poison." I snap.

"Branding??" I smile at his choice. I lift my hand up to the counter and begin fiddling around, looking for the barbecue lighter that was left on it earlier. I find it and begin using it, hating up the end of the knife.

"You wanna know how I got these scars?" I ask him as I slightly turn my back, showing the dragon. He doesn't say anything, just continues panting as my knees hold his arms down. "Well when I was 18, I was quite the pyromaniac. My first boyfriend, Jackson, I remember it well, cheated on me with my best friend. And I thought I loved Jackson! If I couldn't have him, nobody could! So what did I do? I invited some friends over, including Jackson and my best friend, for a party. A dinner party, to be exact. When I was cooking, I made sure to leave the propane stove on and distracted everyone with a toast. Then, I went to the bathroom on the other side of the wall and dropped a lit match through the vent. Blew them sky high. And what didn't demolish the bathroom all the way knocked some debris into me. But you know, I think whatever doesn't kill you... simply, makes you... stranger." I say as I quickly pressed the heated edge into his skin, moving it around to form an M. He screams out in pain and the surge of pain is powerful enough that he surges up, knocking me over and then leaning on top of me with the knife to my throat. I begin laughing.

"Nothing is funny bitch." he slaps me with one hand.

"Oh, but it is. You're not even pressing the knife down enough. C'mon, don't pussy out! If J were here, he would've done it right." I criticize. He moves the blade down to my shoulder and plunges it in. I bite back a groan of pain.

"Well, he's not here, is he?" he scoffs.

"Oh but the funny thing is, I am." a deep voice comes from behind him. Before I know it, Blue is kicked off of me. I watch as J beats the shit out of Blue. He makes Blue look like a rag-doll as he throws him around the kitchen, beating him mercilessly. I lay there with one hand on my shoulder as I watch and just laugh to myself. I guess in all the craziness, I didn't hear the front door being kicked down. J picks him up off the ground and drags him up the wall by his neck. "We're going to play a little game. Called Q and A! My turn. Did you lay a hand, on my doll? And remember, before you answer, if you lie or give me an answer I don't like..." J pulls a gun out from the back of his waistline.

"I did. I backhanded her and punched her, even got her with the staff." Blue mocks proudly. J's grip tightens.

"Doll, did he?" J yells over his shoulder. I chuckle to myself before I hum out a yes.

"Hit me straight across the face and I didn't even want it to get violent babe." I snicker out. He raises Blue up the wall even higher.

"Now that is a good example of a response I don't like." J growls in an angry tone.

"You both deserve each other. Go to hell, Y/n." Blue spits out as J continues choking him. J gives him a fake pout.

"You know what my favorite childhood toy was? A jack in the box. How does that song go? Do you know?" he asks Blue. "Doll, do you know?" he asks me. I giggle and hum out a yes.

"All around the mulberry bush, the monkey chased the weasel, monkey thought 'twas all in fun.." before I could finish. I hear one loud gunshot and then the sound of a body hitting the floor.

"Pop went the weasel!" J cackles out. He looks at Blue's body before he turns back to me, quickly pacing over to me as he sees me bleeding. He rushes over and picks me up. "Doll," he starts.

"Hush, I'm going to be fine." I tell him. He replaces my hand, which is sticky with crimson blood, with his own, pushing down on the wound.

"No, no, doll, I just got you back. You're mine, you can't leave me now." he applies more pressure. By now from blood loss, my eyelids are heavy to open.

"Shhhhh... J, if you're happy and you know it clap your hands!" I lift my hands up to clap and then everything goes black.