-From your POV-

I pulled into the parking lot of the club to see Bones already there. He was leaning against his car, smoking a joint. I stepped out and locked the car behind me. "Was starting to think you stood me up." he puffs out.

"You have to be on a date to be stood up." I say as I make my way over to him.

"Oh so this isn't a date?" he asks me, half joking.

"You're saying you didn't come here to fuck me?" I ask.

"What? I can't enjoy your company??" he offers me a drag of his joint but I decline this time.

"Lots of people enjoy my company." I say as I lean back against his car. He laughs and blows smoke out.

"So the problem with me wanting to actually spend a night clubbing with you is?..." he drags out.

"That it's a waste of time. Dating is for sane people who stand a chance." I say flatly.

"I'm sane." he says.

"But you don't stand a chance." I snap back.

"And why is that? Miss Sociopath, Cinderella assassin, doesn't believe in love? I thought that was you just blowing smoke." he says with a low chuckle. I shake my head no.

"The most I can offer you is friendship, and even that isn't guaranteed to be stable." I say. He takes another long drag before throwing the butt down and stomping it out. He thinks for a moment.

"Fine. Can we at least get to a first name basis? As friends... hopefully with benefits." he sneaks out that last part with a smile.

"Mmm. Maybe. If the night goes well then perhaps." I say in a bored tone.

"Oh so you are spending a night with me?" he says teasingly. I let out a sigh.

"If you ever make up your mind if we're fucking or not." I snap. He laughs and shakes his head.

"Do you want to go to my warehouse? I mean, any business associate of Joker is a business associate of mine." he says. I shrug.

"What the hell. Sure, I'll follow you." I say as I pull my car keys back out and unlock my car.

I followed him all the way to this obscure location. But then again, if it was a mob warehouse that's what I would expect. It was a giant brown building that had no windows, on top of a hill, overlooking the distant city. It was guarded by a gate that had a code. I guess Bones put it in twice, because the gate stayed open long enough for both of us to drive through it.

When I parked the car and stepped out, I followed him into the only entrance and we stepped inside. His hand fiddled over to the wall and turned on a light switch on and a series of dim lights flicker on across the room, revealing just how big the building was. It was one giant room that had crates stacked everywhere. On the walls were racks and racks of guns and ammunition. In one of the corners was a cage with two Rotweilers in it, both barking maniacally until they heard Bones' voice telling them to calm down. "Taking it all in?" he asks me, causing me to break my gaze from all of the crates.

"Mind if I ask?" I point.

"Well, it depends. That side of the room," he points to the far right. "Money. That side," he points to the far left. "Drugs of all kinds." I raise an eyebrow. "Where do you think I get all those joints from?" he chuckles out.

"So assassins, drug dealers, counterfeiters, I have quite the assortment of business associates don't I?" I ask. He nods his head.

"I'm number one in Gotham for drugs. It took a hell of a lot, but it was worth the blood shed." he says as he gazes over the drug crates.

"All that from selling weed, huh?" I ask skeptically. He threw his hands up in a fake surrender.

"Don't be mistaken, anything you want, I have it. What's in high demand for this weekend, for whatever reason, is Molly." he says. I nod my head.

"Never was that interested in the drug trade." He puts his hand up to his chest, pretending to be offended.

"Ouch?" he says.

"Nothing personal. Drugs are drugs are drugs. Too much run around; there will always be people who need to die, not everyone needs to do drugs." I say. He throws his head back and laughs a little.

"Well, Cinderella Assassin woman, can't knock it till you try it." he says, pulling a small glass capsule out of his pocket, extending it to me as an offer. I look at it and shake my head no. He shrugs. "Suit yourself." He cracks the lid open and throws his head back, dumping the contents of the capsule down his nose and cleaning it off with a sniff. "Now where were we?" he asks.

I follow him to a small office setting he has in one of the corners of the room and sits me down on his desk. I have no idea what he took, but it's kicking in fast. His eyes are getting dopey and his mood keeps swinging back and forth. Quite frankly, it was pissing me off. We had started going at it and around 10 minutes in, he passes out. Are you fucking kidding me? Once I was completely sure he was out cold, I got out from under him and got dressed. I found a water bottle nearby, opened it, and tossed the water on his face. He jolted his eyes open and shook his head. "Huh?" he says. I just shake my head.

"Night Bones. Maybe first-name basis next time?" I say unamused as I make my way out of the building.

I drove back to the mansion with white knuckles. I was annoyed at the lack of satisfaction and the anti-climactic night. I had wanted so much more than some tall hot idiot passing out inside of me. I just shook my head. I wanted to laugh at the situation, but to be honest I hated him for getting me turned on and prepared for above and beyond our last encounter, and I didn't get that.

I walked into the front door and started pacing to my room, walking fast. I guess my heels were loud from the pace of my walking that it drew J's attention because on the way to my room, I was met with the green haired man himself, standing in the doorway of his office. He was wearing sweats and a muscle shirt, so obviously he wasn't going to the club tonight like I had thought he might've planned on. "Back so soon?" he says with a devious smile. I look at my phone and realize I was only gone for 45 minutes.

"Mm. To my disappointment." I say flatly.

"Indulge me: Bones can't last long? Not to your liking?" he teases.

"You will never know." I say back with slight tension added. He steps closer to me so we are now inches apart.

"You sure about that?" his breath causes the hair on the back of my neck to rise. I lean over so my lips are to his ear.

"Gee, you get in a fist fight and straddle a guy one time and he never lets it go, huh?" I say before leaning back out and looking at him. "Goodnighttttt." I draw out in a cheery tone as I make my way to my room.