-From Joker's POV-

The fact that she was running of to that jackass' house made me want to vomit. But who could I be mad at but myself? I had pushed her away. It was a defense mechanism. I can't just kick her out of my house when I know that if I was faced with hearing her screaming like that in the middle of the night again, I would've done the same thing. Time and time again. It was a no-brainer. I heard her last night and my heart immediately dropped and I paced into her room so fast. I could tell she was extremely bothered by whatever it was that she dreamed of and even more bothered at the fact that she cried in front of me. I knew why she was mad; she was a sociopath. She wasn't meant to cry and show those emotions so when she did, she wanted it to be in private. In solitaire. Nonetheless, I didn't care anymore whether or not she showed me that side, I was pissed off at myself for ruining it.

Damn you!

I slammed my fists down on my desk, causing small items on it to jump up. Why was I becoming such a fucking softie?! Is this her fault?! It has to be. That's the only thing that makes sense. This is her fault for making me feel this way. So of course I should've pushed her away. It was only logical.

Yeah

Yeah.

Around 5, I texted Y/n so she could send the address of where this was taking place. I was in my room getting prepared. I was going to go minimal, but then, I never go minimal. I grinned to myself in the mirror and laughed as I put on the flashiest chains and rings I had. I picked out an extravagant purple and green suit and got matching sunglasses to go with it. "Scott, bring me my favorite gun and that new grenade launcher. " I chuckle out as I finish adjusting the suit. He quickly brought them to me and I made sure they were stacked with ammunition before getting into my car. I checked to see if she had texted back and sure enough she did. She sent the address and the gate code to meet them at. "It's showtime, folks."

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------From your POV-

I was pulling my clothes off Bones' desk and floor and sliding them back on when I heard the roar of a familiar purple Lambo outside. "Party's arrived." I say as I slide my belt back on. Bones pulled his shirt back over his head and just grunted, not saying anything.

"Alex." He says out of nowhere, looking up at me. "That's my name.".

"Cool name." I say back.

"Mmm. Any chance you're going to tell me yours?" he asks.

"Any chance you're going to tell me how the hell your face got so battered??" I interrogate. He was avoiding telling me what "came up" yesterday and how they beat him so bad. It was kind of hard to get into the mood when staring at giant patches of purple and blue bruises spattered in between scabby scratches and a busted lip. Whoever did this handed his ass to him. He just sighs and stares at me.

"We've slept together how many times now? And you still won't say it." he says.

"Boo!" Joker shouts out from around the corner, with a devilish grin on his face. I looked at his outfit. Oh my God. Alex doesn't know this but this fool is about to pull out something huge and extravagant. Just like how Alex asked him not to. "I brought toys!!" Joker said excitedly. I just watched in horror as these two morons were about to get in a fight with each other.

"What happened to- you know what? It's whatever. Get ready, we're heading over now." Alex huffs out with an eye roll. Joker just continues smiling more and more. This is just how I know that he has something else up his sleeve.

We all get into our separate cars and follow Alex's lead. He takes us to the harbor docks where we park and wait for Alex to get out of his car. The plan was for Alex to get out and steal from these dealers and Joker and I were waiting on standby. These idiot dealers were dumb enough to have a drop-off and pick-up thing set. They had a crate in the yard tagged with a giant red X that was full of narcotics, from what Alex said, and their only protection was a simple padlock. I forget how he said he caught wave of this happening, but he mapped it out so during the 20 minute gap between the supplier and whoever was supposed to come pick it up, Alex would sneak in and steal whatever fit in his car and blow up or set the rest on fire. Once Alex got out of his car, he found the crate quickly and used the bolt cutters he brought with him and got inside. I watched as nothing happened. I could feel Joker watching me with an evil smile and focused eyes, but looking at him was the last thing I was going to do. Alex had parked his car so that the passenger side was closest to him, allowing him to throw the individual packed kilos in threw the passenger window. I was watching, bored, as nothing happened and then I heard insane giggling behind me. "Doll, the entertainment is about to arrive." he says in excitement as I hear him pull a gun out of his car. All of the sudden, a white van pulls up fast and a door swings open and a bunch of armed men jump out. Three of them start shooting at the crate that Alex was looting. Three more jump out and start shooting at Joker and I, but their aim happens to suck. Both of us were smart enough to park behind to crates, so we stepped out and began shooting back. I had my signature duel handguns on both sides, in both hands shooting. I take out 2 of them and Joker takes out the third with his machine gun and leaves their van riddled with bullets. I turn my attention to the guys going after Bones.

"Stand guard, will ya?" I shout over my shoulder to Joker, who was reloading his gun. As I run over, I can hear more tires screeching. Oh they brought backup, lovely! Alex was hiding on the ground behind one of the crates, shooting with a basic handgun. God his aim sucked too. I used one gun to shoot one guy in the back of the head and do the same with the second gun. Now it's just Bones and the last guy in a single shoot out. I quickly reload while I climb on top of the crate, putting me at the same level as the other guy. He was too focused on Bones to notice me, so I take advantage and run up behind him and put him into a choke hold. He tries to get me to let go, but I take advantage and drop him into a side body slam, knocking him out. I quickly straddle over him and snap his neck nice and quick. I hop off the crate to where Bones is and check on him. "Dammit, he got you good." I say as I examine the gunshot wound in his bicep. He winces and grabs at it but mutters something out.

"Looks like this isn't over yet. I turn around to see four more vans pulled up and Joker single-handedly wiping them out. He was using that grenade launcher to blow up the vans as they pulled up and the machine gun to the scragglers that were alive.

"Wait here." I say as I get up and run back to where I was before. I pull out one of the assault rifles that Bones gave to me before we left and get it ready. I start firing and then I hear a fucking helicopter land on one of the docks and then Joker laughing.

"I brought friends too!!" The door of the helicopter opens up and two henchmen start jumping out to go get more packages out of the crate while two more keep shooting. Ten more minutes go by and I can't see much because of all the smoke or hear much because of the gun fire, but once the guns stop and the two henchmen pack the helicopter as much as they could, the helicopter doors close and it flies away.

I realize nobody else is making any noise so I call out. "J?? Bones??" I call out. I hear a couple groans of pain, Alex, and then a couple evil laughs ,J. I begin stumbling over bodies and through the smoky clouds to where I hear the voice.

"Glad to finally meet you, Zsasz." a new voice says.

HIM?!