-From Joker's POV-

I sat in my office, with a glass of whiskey, and I rolled the glass in my hand and softly observed it while I thought. I can't be falling for her. I don't even think that's possible- for either of us. More importantly, I didn't want to fall for her because that meant I was at risk of endangering her, myself, both of us. People do stupid stuff out of love sometimes and I wasn't going to become one of those people.

After about an hour, I decided I should go to bed as I had a long day ahead of me for the next day. I quietly open the door and see dollface sleeping peacefully. This is probably the only time that this woman doesn't look lethal. Her breaths were silent, motioned by her chest slowly rising and falling, hair falling across the pillow and hands folded up near her face as she laid on her side. I silently close the door behind me and begin getting undressed.

Once I had exchanged my my clothes for just sweatpants, I walked over to the empty side of the bed and gently climbed in. I was propped up on my elbows for a minute, gazing at her. I gently leaned over and planted the lightest kiss ever on her temple. I had no idea why I did it, it was rather impulsive, but with that I laid down on my side and began trying to sleep.

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-From your POV-

My eyes cracked open and the minute the sunlight invaded them, my head began stinging. My face twisted into a wince and my hand flew up to shield my eyes from the sun. I drew in a deep breath that was pushed out with a whine. "What the hellll..." I roll over so I'm now lying on my other side away from the window and facing J, who is laying flat on his back and arms defensively folded over his chest. Does this man ever chill out?? I continue moaning lowly and keep my eyes shut tight.

"The last time you moaned that much we were in a different position." he growls out.

"Last time I moaned this much the pounding sensation wasn't in my head." I retort. I hear him just barely chuckle.

"Hungover, dollface?" he hums out.

"Obviously."

"Maybe watch how much you drink then, my dear." he hums out in a critical tone.

"Next time you have to do something that unbearably boring, I'm sure you'll understand." I say as I lay for another minute. "The last thing I remember is the stupid Batman." I groan out.

"Hmmm. Really?" J asks in amusement.

"Yes, really." I say as I give my eyes one last rub before groggily stepping out of bed and to my feet.

"Where are you going?" J asks me.

"To get Gatorade since a certain someone is laying around not helping me out." I say as I walk towards the door. I lazily make my way down the halls and to the kitchen.

I was leaning over the counter, chugging down Gatorade and stuffing my mouth with cereal and toast while raiding the fridge and pantry. I heard footsteps through the kitchen and looked up to see J in one of his suits, adjusting and fastening it all together. "Going somewhere?" I ask him in between mouth fulls.

"Business today." he says back shortly. I close the fridge door and take another bite of toast.

"A hit job or a heist?" I ask him out of curiosity.

"Does it matter?" he spits back. I raise my eyebrows. Who does this boy think he's talking to??

"Well excuse the hell out of me then." I sass back, taking another bite. He doesn't even say anything at first, he just sighs.

"Actually, your services might be needed." he admits. I raise my eyebrows again.

"Ohhh, look who needs me now." I say and he just stares at me with his cold eyes. I roll my eyes at his ego and stand up straight. "I'll be dressed in ten minutes. Tell me the mission in the car."

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"So you're about to rip off these mobsters who want Batman dead?" I ask him.

"Mhmm." he hums out.

"What are you gaining from it?" I ask him.

"Aside from money, I'll kill them off eventually meaning that nothing stands between Batsy and I. We're brothers. I don't want to kill him!" he says enthusiastically. "He completes me." he emphasizes. I just take in a deep breath.

"Sure thing." I say, leaning my head against the window.

We pull up to this dodgy warehouse and get out. "Now, doll, I have a little... monologue prepared-"

"So sit quiet and look pretty. Got it." I cut him off and he smiles at my answer.

"Well said." he hums out contently.

When we enter the room, it's a table full of men (obviously) and their attention instantly goes to J and I. "Gentlemen."

"What is this clown doing here?" one of them says angrily.

"No need to be hostile. Especially not around the company of a woman, I mean, c'mon fellas. Where are your manners?" J says, holding his arms out to me as if he was presenting me like a performer. The men eye me up and down and I can tell they're confused as to why I'm here. J takes a seat at the table and I walk around slowly, inspecting parts of the room. "Now, let's talk business." he says to them and they start talking.

Halfway through my little excursion, things got hostile. I turn back around and see that J has pissed off the men at the table. The man who shouted at him in the beginning (who I found out was Maroni) was having a bit of a stand off with him. He had his gun drawn and J laughed as he opened the overcoat of his jacket to reveal a bunch of grenades. "Let's not get crazy, gentlemen." he hums out. Maroni looks at me and then to one of his own henchman. He nods in my direction and two henchmen come in my direction. I reach down to my thigh holster and pull out a throwing knife, nailing one of the henchmen in the middle of the chest. I try to get the other one, but he's a little too smart. I managed to stab his hand, but he just winces and keeps going. Before I knew it, he had be in a choke hold with a gun to my head. My hands were scratching at his arm and my legs were squirming around.

"If you don't get lost your lady friend is going to get it." Maroni barks out. By now, J is mad, but his face quickly changes from anger to emotionless. And then laughter. He slowly strolls to the door.

"Oh boy, Victor is going to have a field day with your men when he hears about this." J giggles out as he stands near the door.

"What?" Maroni asks.

"Mmmm. That's the daughter of Victor Szasz you got over there. A real looker, isn't she?" J replies. Maroni's eyes widen as he realizes the possibly fatal mistake he's made. "Well, it was nice seeing you. See you, doll." J says with a wink as he opens the door and disappears. Are you serious right now?? Before the rest of us can do anything, the sound of sirens pour in from every window in the room and all the men inside begin to clamor. They mumble among each other and then I feel something hit me straight in the head and everything goes black.

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I woke up on a metal table with a bright ass light over me. I try to raise my hand to rub my eyes, but was restrained by handcuffs. I wiggle my feet and find that I have been completely restrained. My head is pounding and I can barely see. "What fresh hell is this?" I groan out.

"You're in the Arkham infirmary." a female voice calls out. I can just barely see her figure approaching me, and then the light over me is turned off and I can see she's a nurse.

"Arkham??" I ask.

"Yes, you were picked up by police and you know the rest. They found you had quite the criminal record and were a fugitive- and also, you killed a man. But you were knocked out cold so here we are." she explains to me as she scribbles something down on the clipboard. That bastard! So not only was he going to leave me with those strange men, but I took the fall and got stuck in this hell hole. I let out another groan of discomfort as the stinging between my eyes returned. "We did a scan and found that you have a concussion. The scan also detected significant brain damage to the right side of your brain. Do-"

"Yes, I'm aware." I cut her off, not wanting her to explain the extensive damage to my right side that I've heard over and over again. "Can I just get ibuprofen or something and go to my cell??" I complain. She agrees and finishes her writing and calls for guards.

Once they had me in a straight jacket, they kept my ankle-cuffs on and escorted me down the halls. A bunch of the other inmates (or 'patients' I guess) were watching me as they made their insane sounds. We stopped at one cell in the end of the hallway and one of the guards unlocked the door. As the keys clinked around, the girl who was in there reading the book poked her eyes up over the edge and got excited when she saw them bringing me in. She started smiling widely and giggling as they began undoing the straight jacket.

Once I was free of it, I sat on the empty bed and she quickly swung her legs around so we were now facing. "We're going to be the best of friends." she says enthusiastically. She sticks her hand out.

"I'm Harley, what's your name?"