-From your POV-

I had finished my shower and pulled an outfit out of the closet and set it down on the sink of the bathroom. I had picked out a magenta colored silk glamour jumpsuit that went down to my feet. It had straps instead of sleeves and matching gloves. I had a magenta ostrich boa and magenta Louboutins and of course, magenta rimmed cat-eye sunglasses. God I was so grateful J had them stock my closet full of literally EVERY and ANY clothing item you could think of. I looked in the mirror, satisfied. I had never dressed this extravagant but this was the birth of Magenta. I turned to leave the bathroom and ran into someone. "Woah, woah woah!" J says as he grabs the sides of my arms. I take a step back to stable myself and he looks me up and down and smiles. "Doll, you look stunning. That's an understatement, you look stunning all the time, but right now," he leans in closer to my face. "You're breathtaking, doll." he says. I can feel my heartbeat pickup in my chest. I just look at him.

"Decided to go all out for the world to meet Magenta." I smile. He hums in excitement. He was dressed all the way up as well, wearing a perfectly tailored purple suit with silver chains and matching studs (as usual, he had a weird thing about keeping things matching and in order) and impeccable hair, of course.

"Shall we?" he holds his arm out and I take it into my hand.

We argued back and forth on who's car to take and eventually I caved. We took his car and he ordered a couple of his henchmen to find a way to get my car custom painted magenta before we came back. Any normal person I'd say that was impossible, but nothing was impossible with J.

We got to the normal meeting table and sat at opposite ends of the table. The rest of the associates were already there and they were closely watching me. "Gentlemen, this is Magenta." J hums in excitement.

"M if you're nasty." I joke. They all squint as they realize they've met before, but out of fear and respect for both J and I, they don't say anything.

"So, back to your offer?" J says to one of the men at the table.

The meeting goes by long and boring.Blah blah blah. It took about an hour for them to negotiate a heist. Like, really, an hour?? God men can be so incompetent. I was bored and fiddling with one of the feathers on my boas when a familiar voice approached from behind me. "Did I miss all the fun?" I feel my eyes squint at the sound and see J's face twist into an infuriated scowl across the table. I turn around and see him standing there. The balls on this man. Bones. Alex. Bones the Bastard. His eyes find me. "Hm. Have we met?" he says with a sarcastic smile.

"No." I say back sharply. He smiles and laughs. His face was still bruised from the attack by J and Vincenzo's men at his stupid little stickup.

"Bones." he offers his hand. "And you are?".

"Magenta." I say, not moving a muscle. He moves his hand when he realizes I'm not shaking it and finds an empty seat at the table to sit down at. I look across the table to J and shake my head no. I know that if I even began saying the word 'Yes' he would've had him killed in seconds. J still has an angry expression but continues on. He reaches into his pocket and pulls out a list and then snaps his fingers and a waiter, who I can clearly tell is armed, comes over and waits at J's attention.

"Now this is the fun part of the night: debt collection!" he says as he slides on his purple leather gloves. He starts reading off names and asking the man named why he was short on money. He had a purple pen (of course) and was writing checks and x's next to those who did and didn't pay the debt. He puts the cap back on the pen and starts reading off the names of those who were in the clear. "You, are free to go." he says and 3/4 of them stand up and shuffle out. The rest of them look panicked, Joker looks excited, and I'm sitting there neutral. Then J looks up at me and smiles even more. "Magenta, would you like to do the honors?" I smile at his offer.

"Thought you'd never ask." I say with a small cackle. His smile grows even more in amusement as he waves over some more henchmen to grab those men by the arms and drag them to the back room.

Now both J and I as well as the 4 debtors were in the backroom which was muffled by soundproof padding. There were a couple henchmen there too, mainly just guarding the door. J pulls the list out again and hands me a brief case. I pop it open and see an array of torture devices. I hum as I readjust my gloves, making sure they're on tight. "Jacksonnnn! You're only 15 smacks down. So, I'll go easy on you. Madam, three fingers off." he turns to me and smiles. I pull out one of the daggers and inspect it first.

"Hold still for me?" I ask before landing it down on his fingers. I made it as quick as I possibly could; torture wasn't really my cup of tea. But these men should know to take me serious so I helped J out. We got through all the other ones and then surprise, Bones. One of the henchmen pushed him down to his knees in front of me. J walked over and tightened his gloves. Letting out a series of growls.

"Doll, can I help on this one?" he hums out. Bones has a mix of emotions on his face.

"Man, I'm not even in debt to you. I paid you extra!" he yells to J.

"Oh you're not in debt. No no, not to me. Mmm. You owe your life to her. You're lucky she even saved your ass from Vince." J spits out.

"J, I got this one." I say with a smile. He turns his attention to me. One of his hands finds my waist and he pulls me lightly, kissing my cheek. You know what? Fuck Bones. As he starts to pull off, I turn my face towards his and place my hands on either side of his face and pull it towards me. We start kissing in front of him and it starts off simple, but quickly escalates into a make out. It probably lasted for 30 seconds until I pulled away and smiled at Bones. "Be out soon. Save me a dance?" I giggle. J smiles at me and then leaves, leaving no henchmen in the room. My smile turns evil as I look at him. "Alex." I say.

"Magenta. We never did get onto first name basis, at least I didn't." he says with a sigh.

"You're such an asshole. You know that?" I say calmly. He laughs and shakes his head.

"I just watched you cut off fingers. One to talk? I just sell drugs and counterfeit money while ripping off mobsters." he says.

"Yeah and you tried to drug me." I snap back. I squat sown slightly to be lower to his level. "Give me one good reason why I shouldn't take your eyes out with a scalpel while you're awake." I whisper to him. He starts laughing.

"Because you don't want me dead." he chuckled out. His laugh was annoying so I kicked him straight in the mouth, causing him to react. He throws his head back up, blood covering his teeth.

"I want you to feel pain. Such a scumbag." I say as I knee him in the nose. I knee it two or three more times until I heard a sharp crack and he reached up. "Ick, you're bleeding all over my suit!" I say as I use the pointed toe of my heel to kick him directly in the groin. I shrug as I watch him laying on the ground wincing in pain. I stand over him and begin kicking and kicking even more. After I'm satisfied, I pull out a handgun. "Ugh, shut up. You're ruining my monologue!" I whine. He barely pulls himself to his knees.

"How do you not notice it?? You're becoming him. The extravagant suits, the torturous methods, the laughing, the smiling?? What happened to you?" he says. I hit him in the face with the gun.

"You don't know anything about me. Not a single thing. It's a shame, really it is, Alex. I liked you. There was potential with us. Good chemistry. But you," I grab his face in my hands and squeeze it tightly and grit my teeth. "You got too needy. And I hate that, I mean, have you seen J and I?! We are the polar opposite! We need each other as much as we need a hole in the head." I finish. He just keeps groaning in pain. Amused, I continue on with my monologue. "You know it translates in bed too?!" I say excited. "I mean really, our sex was always like what? 6, 7 minutes?? I mean yeah, you were kind of rough, which is cool, but last night was three times longer than you had ever lasted. And don't get me started on the size of his-" he cuts me off before I can finish.

"OH MY GOD JUST KILL ME ALREADY, PLEASE!" he cries out. I suck my teeth and roll my eyes.

"Rude to interrupt someone's story. But fine, I'll cut to the chase: was much bigger than yours. But give me one good reason," I say as I cock the gun and put it to his forehead. "as to why I shouldn't shoot you between the eyes right now." I say in a calm and serious tone. He sighs and then moves his eyes up to me.

"It would be a waste of a bullet." he grunts out. I pull the gun down, keeping my eyes glued to him.

"Surprisingly, I don't hate you. I wish I did. But I don't. I take out a knife and stab him in the shoulder, causing him to yelp. "Get out out of Gotham. Never come back here because if I ever see you again," I begin to whisper. "I will hand you over to J and I promise you, he will kill you slowly. Much much slower and more painful than I ever would. Do you understand me?" he nods. I go to the door and crack it, snapping my fingers and two henchmen come in. I direct them to drag him out one of the back exits and to not speak of it. I go back out to the club and smile when I see the site. I walk back over to the meeting table.

"Father, pleased to see you could drop by."