-From your POV-

I woke up in my bed in a pair of sweats and a hoodie. I rub my eyes until I can keep them open. I look over to my bedside and see my phone with a sticky note on it.

Stop stealing cars and answer your phone more often.

-J.

I turn my phone on and see that I had over 30 texts from Joker and Scott. I go into the bathroom to brush my teeth and my eyes widen at the sight in the mirror. There were deep purple bruises trailed on both sides of my neck and down the collarbone. I lifted my hoodie some to reveal more bruises on my sides where Bones kept his hands. I just laughed at the sight. Maybe it will happen again. I slide my sleeve up to read the number I wrote last night and enter it into my phone.

I put my phone into my pocket and make my way to the kitchen, barely hiding the marks on my neck. Scott and Joker were both in there, and then a girl. They all flicked their eyes to me when I walked in the room and then did I double take at the number Bones did on me. "No good morning?" I say as I make my way to the fridge.

"Good morning, need ice??" Joker says with a laugh. I look at him and roll my eyes.

"Mm." I hum back, pulling out milk for cereal. I grab a bowl and the three of them resume their conversation that took place before I entered. "Where the hell is all the cereal??" I ask, looking at an empty spot in the cabinet.

"Doll, you ate the entire box last night." Joker says with a laugh.

"I don't remember that?" I say.

"What do you remember?" Scott asks as he turns his head over his shoulder to look at me.

"Obviously the highlights." I say pointing to the bruises. I put the milk back in the fridge and put the bowl away. I start walking back to my room, deciding might as well get dressed for the assassination job I had in a few hours. "Oh and Scott," I say as I walk to my room. "Sorry bout the whole uh, car, thing." I say before leaving the room.

I started the shower and start pulling off my clothes. I checked my phone before I stepped into the shower. Bones texted back. I quickly saved his number as a contact.

He sent a picture of his back in the mirror. It was full of scratches and nail marks. In some places, the skin broke. But my god the skin was raw and inflamed.

I set my phone down and step into the shower and start washing off sweat, among other bodily fluids, from last night. The hot water felt good on my skin and the conditioner was happily gliding through my nappy and knotted hair.

I stepped out and checked my phone. Another text.

I smile.

I set my phone back down and head to my closet to get dressed. I had my closet organized by color, so I go to the black section to pick out something for today. I decide on a regular black body suit that's pretty tight, but not too tight for me to move in, and slide a black trench coat over it to conceal the gun holsters on either side of my arm. I slide on some black combat boots and collapse down onto my bed, scrolling through my phone. I still had two hours before the assassination and I was bored. I heard a knock at my door and turned to see Joker. "The info for today's gig." he says as he walks over with a slip of paper in his hand. The paper has an address and time attached as well as a picture of the cop I'm supposed to take out. I read the paper and slide it into my pocket.

"A trip to the arsenal room?" I suggest. Joker nods and we begin walking to the weaponry room. I begin picking out what I think will be best for the job.

"Bazooka?" he says cheerfully.

"Mm. Too destructive." I say.

"Grenades?" he says again with a little chuckle.

"Mm. Too bashful."

"Throwing knives?" he says.

"Mm. Love to, but too personal."

"Sawed off shotgun?"

"Too extravagant. This will do." I reach for a regular hand gun and tuck it into my holster. I hear him scoff so I turn my head to face him.

"All these weapons and you choose the most basic one?" he says with a shrug.

"I like to leave all the grand entrances up to you. Seems to be your forte more than it is mine." I say as I finish tucking the holster and adjusting my jacket.

"Oh but you didn't hesitate last night." he says with a slightly snobby tone.

"You were being the hard-ass, which is my role, so I became the charming mobster. Your role." I explain. A smile comes across his face.

"Doll, you find me charming?!" he says exaggeratedly.

" In a weird Dracula and his victims way." I tease him. "When you want to be friends, all you have to do is let me do business, CB." I say as I begin walking out of the room. He goes silent for a few minutes so I assume he's thinking.

"Almost forgot, doll." he says from behind me. I turn to face him and he tosses me car keys. I look down at them and right away, my heart pounds as I recognize that T logo on them. "That's how you're getting to the spot. Hope you like it. Bought it with the money from the deal." he smiles. I look up at him and nod.

"Thanks J." I say before quickly walking out to the car and sitting in it. I decided to take it for a joy ride before it was time to get to work.

The screen inside the console of the car had a GPS map displayed on it, so I figured out everything pretty quickly. I had used my phone to save the location of Joker's club and the mansion so that way I wouldn't get lost while I was still unfamiliar with the area for the time being. I looked at the clock and figured it was about time to make my way to the address he had given me. I entered it into the GPS screen and started driving.

-From Joker's POV-

I had waited a couple minutes until I heard the tires pull off the driveway pavement and turn down the road. "Scotty." I shout from my office. After the sounds of his footstep approach, he appears in the doorway. "Bring the car around. We're going for a drive."