-From Joker's POV-

I closed my door before sitting back down at my desk. This bitch is getting on my last nerve. I have no idea what she was getting at. All day. All day, my self restraint has been fighting itself. I really wanted to kiss her after she stitched my hand and then again just now. I mean, I wanted to do more than just kiss her, but even psychopath clown killers should be gentlemen. I sat at my desk, tapping my foot rapidly trying to figure out what to do. She had me so riled up that I needed to release it. Somehow, someway, someone. "Mmmm." I let out a low groan before pulling out my phone. I called the girl that was over earlier today up. She was training with Scott for whatever it is that Scott does when he's not cleaning up my messes.

"Jenna, darling. Care to pay a visit?"

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-From your POV-

I snap my head to the side and peel open my eyes, reaching out for my phone. The bright screen blinds me a little as I read the time.

And they're still banging??

I went to sleep a few minutes after midnight. At that time, they were giggling. Mainly low growls from J, and whoever his female guest was was making stupid giggly goofy noises. I was wondering why they couldn't at least take it to his room. Why they had to stay in his office that was right next door to me. I didn't even know where in the house his room was, but I'm sure their weird giggling sex noises would be less annoying from there. I was so annoyed and cranky from lack of sleep that I didn't even notice all the unread texts from Bones. I figured I wasn't going to sleep anytime soon anyways, so I turned down the brightness and opened them

I slightly chuckled at his frantic texts. God, please for the love of God calm down. I'm not your wife. I'm a sociopath whom you fuck with no strings attached.

I shot him a short text to let him know that I was fine hooking up again, but it desperately needed to stay no-strings-attached. I put my phone down on my nightstand and roll over, closing my eyes so I can attempt to go to sleep again.

I had been lying there for about 10 minutes when I finally got fed up. I stood up out of bed and walked out of my room over to his office and pounded on the door. I heard a few shushes come from behind the door and then heavy footsteps that I could tell belonged to J. I sat there with my arms crossed, waiting for the door to open. The door barely cracked open, just enough for that clown bastard to poke his face and part of his upper body into view, revealing that he was shirtless. He was grinning wide. "Yes?" he asked me.

"Please, for the love of God, fuck quieter, fuck in your bedroom, hell I don't even care. Fuck in the living room or kitchen. But I'm going to blow my brains out if I go another minute without sleeping." I snapped with a sharp attitude. He laughed at my request.

"Jealous, are we?" he suggests. His idiotic suggestion just makes me more mad.

"Oh please, in your wildest dreams." I say still pissed off. "You couldn't handle me in a fist fight, how could you handle me in the sack?" I scoff. His gaze at me intensified and then he quickly looked me up and down. This time when I got home from a night with Bones, I finally changed out of my dress and got into cotton shorts and a tank top. He lets out a low growl and we just stay and stare at each other in some weird and tense mood before the silence is broken from the bimbo in his office calling out.

"Sir, we aren't done yet!" she calls out, he slightly turns his head over his shoulder, still maintaining eye contact with me.

"Of course." he says to her, before turning his head all the way back to me. "Mmm. See you in the morning, Y/n." he starts to close the door slightly and I take a step back, prepared to walk back into my room. "And oh, Y/n," he calls out behind me. I keep my back to him but stop in my tracks. "I like the pajamas." he giggles out. I roll my eyes and make it back into my room and crawled into bed. I tried to get comfortable under the covers, but my entire body was way too hot. Small tingles of sweat were across my entire body, especially the back of my neck and my face, so I kicked the covers off and got comfortable. Within minutes, I was able to drift to sleep.

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The next week had been normal. Nothing new had happened; Joker and I never spoke about the night I wanted to blow my brains out and I hadn't returned back to the club, nor had I seen Bones during that time, despite his constant "U up?" texts at 2 AM.

I was in the kitchen, making a bowl of cereal and some toast when Joker strolled in with the bimbo on his arm. He was shirtless, again, wearing sweatpants and she was wearing pajama shorts and one of his t-shirts. They were both smiling and all I could afford was to flick my eyes up from my bowl to them, shooting them a quick dagger-glare. "Mmmm. Morning, Y/n." he hummed out.

"Mhm" I groan out as I continue making my food.

"G'Morning!" the bimbo pipes up. I look up at her and roll my eyes.

"Please shut up before I throw up all over this kitchen." I say. Bimbo frowns slightly, Joker's expression doesn't changed. He's amused at whatever it is he's getting at. I continued on, in peaceful silence, eating cereal and toast at the table when the two morons came in and sat down at the table as well. I shot my eyes back up again, preparing to shoot them glares again, but they were too busy making eyes at each other. I rolled mine and got back to my delicious cereal. I was ignoring the giggles and weird slap game going on as I focused on my cereal until I went to dip my spoon back into the bowl, but the bowl got swiped off the table. My eyes immediately went upwards to see bimbo's arm flown out, having knocked it off the table on accident, knocking the bowl onto the floor and spilling the contents out onto the carpet. I look at bimbo who is still in her dumb giggly state when she utters out "My bad. When I move in, I'll pay for a new one." followed by giggles. Something about this words obviously didn't sit right with Joker, because he quickly grew a scowl and his playful demeanor was gone.

"Have Scotty call you a ride out of here. Your clothes should be in my room. Leave mine in the dirty clothes basket in the bathroom." he grunted out. Her giggle quickly faded as she realized he was being serious. "Well what are you waiting for? I meant to go now." he snapped at her. She quickly got up and awkwardly made her way out. I bit into my toast and just looked at him, he flicked his eyes over to mine and I started smiling devilishly.

"Minding my business." I say as I finish off eating my toast. "Maybe I should learn her name before she moves in. What even is it?" I keep teasing, knowing he's pissed.

"To hell if I know." he says before standing up and leaving the room. I chuckle to myself as I finish drinking the orange juice and finish off the last bite of toast. I brush my hands off and then get up from the table, leaving my dishes for the henchmen to come clean up. I start walking when I hear his voice from behind me.

"I am s-word for the noise last week, Y/n." he says. I raise my eyebrow and turn around to face him.

"S-word?" I laugh out.

"Never apologize if you're going to be the villain." he says with a grin.

"Who said you're the villain? I quite you quite soft and sweet to me." I mock before turning back around. "Don't worry, I f-word you." I say as I step into my doorway, poking my head out to look at him. "Not that kind though." I say with a wink before closing my door.

Mhm. This is a game now, isn't it?