Three Ring Circus [ TDK's Joker ] .1.

God dammit, I didn't like all the feelings the Joker stirred up in me. I now found it endlessly infuriating. One minute, we're just friends who flirt. The next, he's got me pinned to a door, kissing me. I was on my motor bike, heading into town. I rode a Harley Davidson, I didn't go for those pansy-ass crotch rocket things.

Ugh, Harley.

She'd been giving me the cold shoulder. She was also being more clingy to J, if that were even possible. I revved the engine, stopped at a red light. It was kind of a nervous habit. I shook my bangs back into place.

Yeah, I don't wear helmets.

Silly me.

The light turned green, and I was the first one out of the gate. I slowed down as I entered the city, heading towards downtown Gotham. The GCN station was about 5 blocks away from City Hall, so I was in luck there. I didn't have to go very far after I'd delievered the package.

I took the back way up to the building, snaking through the alleyways behind the builiding. Briefly, I leaned against the wall and closed my eyes, taking in a deep breath. I pulled on my mask and got into character, so to speak. I dispelled all the nervous energy and thoughts I had by cracking my knuckles.

I was wearing a pair of skin tight dark jeans, a studded belt hanging across my hips, more for decoration than actually holding up my pants. I wore a dark purple tanktop that clung to my form. I was wearing a pair of leather fingerless gloves, but only because I needed those to properly ride my motorcycle. My signature dog collar assumed its position around my neck.

I trotted up the steps, throwing open a glass door. I strutted inside, earning a few glances from the men who were walking past the lobby. The security guards were fast asleep. I almost laughed, but I held it back, remaining silent.

I walked up to the desk and slid the package up to the lady at the desk. She looked scared.

I kind of like the feeling I got from the look on that lady's face.

"For the six o'clock news. Broadcast it live tonight, or your season is gonna end with a bang."

The receptionist nodded, taking the package and backing up, out into the hall. I pivoted on my heel and walked straight out the door. I headed back into the alleyway behind the station, and slid down the wall to a sitting position.

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[ Third Person ]

Joker cracked his neck, rubbing the back of it with a gloved hand. He discarded his jacket and headed up to his room. When he opened the door, he saw a nearly naked Harley sprawled on the bed. She'd made a whip cream smile on herself, her nipples being the eyes, the mouth swooping across her stomach. He just stood there, eyes blank.

"Harley, what the hell're you doing?" He said.

"I made a surprise for ya, puddin." She was now perched on her knees, eyes hopeful and longing.

He walked towards, gently holding a cheek with one hand. She nuzzled into it, a hand wrapping round his wrist.

Joker pulled away for a moment and backhanded her hard across the face, knocking her sideways off the bed. An angry welt was forming on her cheek, blood bubbling from her soon-to-be fat lip.

"Get out!" Joker yelled, yanking her up by her hair and practically throwing her out of the room, naked.

Harley looked back at the door, hurt. She slunk off back to her room. She began to cry as she washed her face and applied more makeup, to cover the bruise.

Back up into his room, Joker kneaded his forehead with a hand, on the verge of a migraine. Sometimes, Harley was just too much. He really wanted to kill the bitch, but damn it, she was useful.

Joker pulled out a cellphone, and called the phone he'd given Kit.

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[ Kit's POV ]

After taking a small rest, I pulled off my mask and walked back towards my bike. I pulled out two hoodies. One of them was Dizzle's plaid one, the other was short sleeved and striped with black and gray. It belonged to me. I pulled on mine first, and the threw on Dizzle's, zipping it up. I didn't really have winter clothes, and Gotham was entering its chilly autumn season. The winter would be even colder. I guess that's another reason why I wear so many layers. I jumped slightly as my pocket began to vibrate. I remembered the phone Joker had given me, and pulled it out quickly.

"Yello." I said.

"Ah, Kit. You do what I asked?" Joker's high pitched voice sounded in my ear.

"Yeah, it's been done. What else you want me to do?" My reply.

There was a small pause on the other end. "Go up on the rooftop of the aparment buildings near City Hall. Stay there until I tell you otherwise. Got it, Kitters?"

"..Kitters? Seriously." I scoffed at this new nickname.

"Got it?" Joker growled.

"Yessir." I said.

The dial tone raked through my ear.