-From Joker's POV-

Usually, there was a giant dinner table with two seats at the end, but I ordered them to replace it for tonight. Something more, intimate, if you will. The table was only big enough for two plates, allowing me to examine the details of Y/n much closer. She really cleaned up well. Her hair now tamed and her skin bright and pampered. She was so, elegant. Regal. Sophisticated. To the normal person, she wouldn't appear to be a sociopathic assassin. I watched her carefully as she began cutting into the steak on her plate. "Tell me, doll, what's your motivation." I ask her amused. She looks up from her steak to me.

"For being an assassin? It's a job." She says in between bites. "Death is inevitable. It's merely a chemical reaction and I'm a catalyst." She finishes.

"Mmm. Is that the sociopathic side speaking?" I ask her with a smile.

"Maybe it is. Life is much easier to go through when you are a sociopath. People think I'm crazy and heartless and cold. And I always say 'No, I'm a sociopath not a psychopath.'" I laugh at her story even though she wasn't joking.

"Only the elites can be psychos." I say with a smile. She rolls her eyes at me.

"And most of the elite are also assholes." She replies.

"Oh so now I'm an asshole?" I ask her.

"No, you're bastard." She says with a fake smile. I laugh at her words and go back to eating. She gets serious again and says "Oh and by the end of the week, my room needs to be decorated, I want a phone, and I'm having a visitor over." She says firmly. A scowl appears on my face as I lean forward in my seat, getting closer to her face.

"Says who? I call shots here." I say flatly. She leans forward so our faces are now inches apart.

"I said so. We're partners, remember? So I guess I call shots now too." She snarls back.

"Never that, doll." I say to her with an evil grin she leans in even further, brushing her lips against mine before I hear something jab the table. I look down to see she's stuck her steak knife right in between my middle and finger on the table. "You missed." I growl.

"Because that was a warning." She says as she pushed back in her chair and stands up. "When it's not a warning, I never miss." She says before leaving the room. Something about this woman is different. I mean Harley was fun to have around, but Y/n is like a walking adrenaline rush. She was the only person whoever had the balls to stand up to me like that. And quite frankly, I enjoyed it. It was almost entertaining and refreshing. I watched as she sleekly snaked out of the door, closing it behind her. I was left alone in the dining room with my thoughts. The night was still young, and I had planned to ask Y/n to start training but she obviously seemed preoccupied, so I decided it was club time. I snapped my fingers and workers came in and started clearing the table. I retrieved my car keys and made my way out to the garage.

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-From your POV-

I was walking around my room inspecting it so I could decide how I wanted it designed when I heard the engine of a car start up outside. I looked out the window to see a purple Lamborghini pulling out. "Guess I have the night to myself." I say as I pull the curtains closed again. I wandered out into the hallway, still in the black dress and heels. I heard classical music coming from one end of the hall and I was curious so I made my way down. The noise was coming from a room that had giant oak doors that led to classic looking lounge. The walls were velvet red and had love seats in there. The source of the sound was the record player. In one of the chairs was Scott, whiskey in one hand and a blunt in the other. I lightly knocked on the door frame causing his eyes to find me. "Escaping huh?" I asked as I made my way to one of the nearby armchairs.

"Eh, only sometimes." he says in between drags. Scott was a good looking man, and I was bored. So this was about to become a night of entertainment.

"So, Scott, sorry if I seemed short when I met you earlier. Being abducted by a clown bastard tends to change your demeanor." I say calmly. He smiles and chuckles.

"Please, the pleasure is mine. Consider it water under the bridge." he says as he reaches out his hand. I put my hand in his and he kisses it and I give him a small smile.

"So, tell me, what's your job 'round here?" I ask him.

"Well, sort of J's right hand. Whatever he needs done, I'm supposed to do, but secretly I push the dirty work off on the workers below me." he says. I smile at his response.

"Clever man. So what should I expect living here?" I ask him. He takes another long drag and exhales while thinking before speaking.

"J is an... interesting, character. Probably hear a lot of laughing, screaming, glass occasionally breaking. High stress." he says. I nod my head.

"So is this how you cope with the 'high stress' I say as I lightly take the blunt from his hands and taking a drag of my own. He watches me with admiring eyes and gives a small chuckle.

"Uh, yeah. Yeah, it is." he says. I blow out the smoke into the air and smile.

"Seems like a good solution. So any idea where the clown took himself?" I ask out of curiosity with the joint still in my hand.

"He has a nightclub that he goes to sometimes." I raise my eyebrows.

"Oh really? He went to go party and didn't invite me?" I say after another drag.

"He conducts business there." Scott says. I nod my head slowly.

"I see. I like you Scott." I say with a smile as I point the blunt at him. He smiles and his eyes widen slightly.

"I think we're going to become friends. But I must warn you," I lean so our faces are inches apart and his jaw drops open, ever so slightly. "... I mean, I am a sociopath." I say lowly before blowing smoke into his mouth. I smile and hand the blunt back to him and stand up from my seat. He's still watching me with wide eyes and a dropped jaw. "Goodnight, Scott." I say as I snicker to myself and leave the room, heading back to my own.

I got a slight high going from the joint. Not enough to disorient me, but enough to make me enjoy the emptiness of my room. I strolled around, humming songs to myself. I was laughing at nothing, simply just enjoying the bliss in my room.

I don't know how much time passed, but I was getting tired and riding out the rest of my high that was coming to an end. I was smiling and humming as I sat on the edge of my bed and kicked my heels off, collapsing back on the bed.

And then I heard the loud engine of the Joker's car come back.

Mmm. More entertainment for the night?