-From Joker's POV-

Once I got home, I headed to my office and began watching surveillance. I was curious as to what Y/n did for the night. I clicked through the camera, not spotting her, until I found one for the music room. I watched as Scotty and her sat and talked. I was bored by the footage at first until I saw her lean into his face. Then a scowl grew across my face. I shot straight up out of my seat and started making my way to the music room to tell Scotty off for flirting with my new associate but then I heard giggling. I stopped in my footsteps and listened. I hadn't even realized I was going to pass Y/n's room. My scowl turned into furrowed eyebrows. I made my way over to her door and was about to knock on it, but what the hell, I own this damn place. I opened the door to see a laughing Y/n on her bed, still in the dress from dinner, barefoot, and sticking her hands in the air. She sees the light pour in from the open door and sits up.

"What do you want CB?" she asks in a serious tone, but with a soft smile and glassy eyes. It's clear that she's high, but towards the end of it.

"What the hell is so funny??" I ask her. She rolls her eyes, sobering them up.

"Nothing is funny." she snaps at me.

"Then why are you laughing?" I ask her. She sits back against her headboard, folding her arms behind her head.

"The voices told me a joke." she says sarcastically, a tone that she didn't usually use.

"Random laughing and now insanity? You missed me that much did you?" I say with a smile. She shuts her eyes and leans her head back as she lightly shakes it no.

"Make no mistake, doll, I miss nobody. Sociopath, remember?" she giggles. "The shrink back at the pen said that I fake being in love and being empathetic very convincingly when I want to." she says with a smug grin.

"Blah blah blah. Congratulations, my sociopathic doll." I say to her. I watch as her face becomes serious, angry even.

"Get out." she says. I feel my eyebrows go up again.

"But dol-" I start.

"I said get OUT! " she had quickly picked up the heel that she took off next to her bed and hurled it in my direction. I slammed the door shut and listened to the loud thud of the shoe hitting the door. She threw the heel in a certain way that the heel literally pierced the door. I snarled at the sight.

"You break a woman out of max security and she vandalizes your house on the first day. Tuh." I rolled my eyes and continued making my way to the music room, where I had a feeling Scott would still be. I walked into the room to see Scott sitting and staring into nothing with an empty glass in his hand.

"Boss," he says as he sits up in his chair and directs his attention towards me. "Thought you were doin' business." he tells me. I sit down in the armchair across from him.

"Mmm. I was. But I finished. So imaging my surprise when I watch surveillance and see you flirting with my co-worker." I spit out. He furrows his eyebrow and sits up some.

"I wasn't flirting with Y/n. If you're talking about her blowing smoke, she did that all on her own. I was shocked." he defends himself.

"Scotty, you already know she's not capable of love." I say sourly.

"You aren't either, so I don't see why this is bothering you so much." he snaps back. I can feel my temper rising by the minute.

"Scotty.." I start laughing "I like having you around. Please don't compromise that." I stand up and head out of the room pissed off.

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-From your POV-

I woke up in my bed, on top of the covers and still in the black party dress. I felt sooo well rested. Fora psychopathic criminal, Joker had a good taste in mattresses. I stood up and decided I was hungry so I went to the kitchen. I looked around and saw that I was alone. I started shuffling through the fridge but didn't find anything that spiked my interests. "Boo." I said with a disgusted look at the contents.

"Picky, are we?" I turn to see Joker stalking into the room, hands in his pocket. I shut the fridge door and crossed my arms, leaning my back against the fridge.

"Yeah your pantry sucks." I say flatly.

"Well excuse me for spending most of my time and attention on being a mobster that I don't spend too much time worrying about groceries." he says back smiling.

"That's cool. Car keys?" I hold my hand out. He starts laughing excessively.

"My car keys?" I nod my head. "No no no, nobody drives my car." he says through laughs.

"Then get me my own car." I snap back. He starts laughing.

"Doll, are you joking?"

"No, that's your job." I said in a serious tone.

"Aw, but why so serious?" he said with a frown. I rolled my eyes.

"I want a black 2019 Tesla Roadster. Oh, and I;m still waiting on that phone." I give him a cheeky smile before walking out the kitchen and to my room. I decided that maybe I should get changed out of the night dress, so I walk into the closet and find something. I settle on Nike dri-fit shorts and a black cotton tee. I didn't have any plans for the day, so I decided I would lounge around, maybe start designing my room.

I wandered out into the hall and looked around until I found him. "Scott!" I shouted down one of the corridors. I saw him turn his head toward me and smile. He started jogging over to me to see what I needed.

"Y/n, hey." he says with a smile.

"Got any spare minions?" I ask him. He thinks for a moment and then nods.

"Think so, why?" he asks.

"Need my room painted." I say. He starts blushing and gets flustered when he tries to talk.

"I, I mean... I'm not doing anything. I can h-help you." he suggests. I give him a soft smile to soften the blow.

"How sweet. So will you send those minions my way? Thank youuuu." I say as I turn my back to him and start walking back to my room. Awkward. I want my room done not to do Scott...... Well, not right now at least. I laugh to myself as that thought courses through my head.

I made my way back to my room and was met with the Joker sitting on the edge of my bed. "Can I help you?" I ask in a slightly annoyed voice.

"Well hello to you too, Doll." he extends his arm, handing the little white Apple store bag in his hand. I feel a smile come across my face. I put my hand on the handle of the bag and try to take it, but he doesn't let go. I give him a What-Do-You-Want face as he eyes me up and down really quickly. I tug at the bag and then he lets go and starts laughing. I move my eyes from his to the contents of the bag. I hear footsteps come in my room and look back to see a bunch of goons coming in coveralls. I look at them and smile. "Ready to paint?".