-From your POV-

I had managed to remember enough to give Bones directions to the house. He pulled up into the driveway next to Joker's car. He puts it in park and I unbuckle the seat belt and quickly check my hair and the straps of my dress in the flip down mirror and Bones looks over to me. "So if this is going to happen again," he starts. I reach down and pull my heels on and look at him. "let's get to a first name basis, maybe?" he suggests. I smile at him.

"I like you. But I haven't decided if this is going to happen again or not." I say as I check my hair one more time, smoothing down the knots his fists had created. He chuckles and leans his head back.

"So when will I see you again?" he asks. I look back at him and shrug.

"Gotta pen?" he looks around really quick and then passes me a sharpie. "Number?" I ask popping the cap off. He gives me his number and I write it down on the inside of my arm. "Cool. Thanks for the ride." I say as I open the door and step out. I start walking to the front door and hear his car pull off. The longer I walk in the cold air I realize two things: I'm not wearing a bra and my panties stayed somewhere in his car. I chuckle to myself and shake my head as one of the henchmen let me in and I make my way to my room.

I go into my room and go to my wardrobe and slide on new underwear and throw off my shoes but leave on my stockings. Before I change any further, I have munchies so I head to the kitchen and begin raiding the cabinet. "Took you quite awhile to get here." a cold voice says from the doorway. I stand up with a box of cereal in my hand as I put handfuls of it into my mouth.

"Locked out of the car." I said. Joker walks over to the counter, arms folded and no smile on his face.

"So how'd you get here?" he asks.

"Bones dropped me."

"Bones dropped me." he mocks. "Bones, bones, bones. So what? You couldn't answer your phone?" he asks.

"No, I couldn't, mom. It was inside of the car." I say. He sighs and rolls his eyes.

"I'll send someone to get it in the morning." he says as he starts walking back out of the kitchen.

"Whoever you had bouncing tonight has them." I call after him, still eating cereal. He nods his head and then turns back to me.

"Goodnight, doll." he says firmly.

"'Night J." I see his eyes flick away from mine after I say that. Hm. Weird.

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-From Joker's POV-

Okay. So she comes home 30 minutes later than me, high and missing a bra. So Bones has gotten my associate high and fucked her. How lovely of him. 'Night J'. I slammed my hands on my desk and swiped a stack of papers off, causing them to soar through the air and then fall to the floor. Why why why why I can't I get those words out of my head. Why did her little club dance cameo bother me so much? Why am I so bothered that she was with Bones? Why am I so bothered that she couldn't text back? Why am I so bothered that she wasn't bothered? This whole time I've been nothing but friendly to her and she continuously pushes me away and runs to morons like Scott and Bonesy. But she keeps flirting, playing these little games with me. "Stupid sociopaths." I mumble to myself. At least with psychos, you know from the beginning that they're crazy and unpredictable. Sociopaths, I've come to find out, will be straight forward and predictable for one minute and then they steal your laugh and demeanor and crash your business meetings and kill one of your colleagues while fucking the other, all in one night. Jesus, even Harley wasn't this bad. Harley was.... a firecracker. A loose cannon. Y/n was controlled. Planned. Strategical. If Y/n was a shrink, she would really fuck up the patients the way I fucked up Harley. Y/n was smart and calculated to the point that if she was clinically insane, she might be more dangerous than me. Very rarely did I have a plan as elaborate as Y/n. I'm like a dog chasing a car and Y/n is like a spider waiting on it's web near a bee hive. I was sitting in my chair, still angry, when I hear someone stumble into my office. I look up, prepared to yell and then fire whichever moron henchman it was until I see the flash of emerald and h/c locks and realize it's Y/n. "You know," she starts off as she makes her way to one of the chairs across from my desk. "I think whenever you pull that pole out of your ass, we'll be good business partners." she says as she rubs her eyes. I start laughing.

"Who has a pole stuck, doll?" I say with a smile.

"You do, doll, I mean, I was just doing business earlier. Smart business. Men love to objectify and stare at eye candy, so might as well exploit them for it." she says through mouthfuls of cereal. "You see, they liked me from the beginning, which is good to be admired. But then fwoosh!" she imitates how she threw the knife at Donald. "When they love and fear you? A powerful mix. I mean, hell, I would've done an assassination for 10, money doesn't mean shit to me, but the power. The power, is what I wanted." she says. I start laughing slowly again.

"Doll, you're almost too smart to be in this business." I say to her.

"And you're too much of a tight ass to be called 'Joker'." she responds with a shrug. "I mean c'mon, we need to hire you a massage therapist because for someone who has green hair, you stress far too much. Haven't figured out why yet, but when I do, fwoosh!"she says as she slowly gets up and leaves the room, closing the door behind her.

Ah , Y/n. You're slightly making me regret going into business with you.