A Little Anarchy. You. Me. Him(The Joker)

The thing about waking up when your working with the Joker is your never quite sure where you'll wake up if you do wake up.

I awoke to pale green tiles and the smell of shampoo. Someone was sitting beside me scrubbing the dirt and blood out of my scalp.

"Li?" I croaked as I shifted in the tub, the water around me splashing a bit as I did. The person didn't answer and continued to scrub at the open cut on my head. I took in a sharp breath of air as I squinched in pain. The shampoo began to run down my face and I quickly squeezed my eyes shut.

"No." The familiar voice of the Joker muttered as I felt him lower my head into the tub, rubbing the shampoo out of my scalp. I felt my face get hot as he pulled me back up.

"W-what are you doing!?" I squealed as I rubbed the shampoo out of my eyes. I was only wearing a pair of black panties, leaving the rest of me completely exposed. Not that I really had anything to be ashamed of, but would you want your boss looking at you topless?

"Giving you a bath because you seem like a dead rat." He answered dryly. The makeup on his face was wet and smudged, most of the left side had come off. His sleeves were rolled up, making me notice that he had rather muscular forearms.

"Yeah, I noticed that." I laughed nervously. I was able to get the full effect of my wound now. If you know guns like I know guns, you'll know that an exit wound is much large than an entrance wound. So, judging by the size of my stitches I was able to guess that I had gotten shot in the back. It was a wonder I'd survived seeing as the injury was dangerously close to two vital organs.

"Sit up." He instructed, one hand on my back, the other on my stomach. I did as I was told and pushed myself up, he then leaned me forward and began to scrub at the open lesion on my back. I bit my lip and dug my nails into my knees. From behind me I could hear him lick his lips as he prepared to say something.

"I'm not sure I like the idea of some one else hurting you." I hear the sadistic humor in his voice as he splashed water onto my gunshot wound.

"Oh, how sweet." I muttered satirically through gritted teeth.

"I'm thinking that I might not send you out to fight for a while." he mediated as he leaned my back against the side of the tub.

"You can't do that!" I squaled as I sat up quickly, causing me to fall back in pain and water to slash out of the tub. The Joker took a rag and wiped his wet face, several splotches of makeup coming off as he did. With a small menacing grin he grabbed me up by my hair and pulled my face close to his.

"Don't you tell me what I can and can't do!" He glowered, his breath hot against my cold face. I frowned a bit rolled my eyes into whatever direction his face wasn't and waited for him to put me down. He did just that and began to drain the water out of the tub. "You know." He started as he got up and rummaged through the cabinet above the toilet. "I'm going to marry you one day." He hadn't looked at my face but he was already laughing. My eyes widened and I could tell I was blushing as I stared at him in disbelief.

"And what makes you think I would agree to your proposal?" I asked, eyebrows raised. This only made him laugh harder, after he stopped he licked his lips and looked up at the ceiling.

"Well, I didn't propose to you." He stated. "I told you I was going to marry you."

Now, I'm not sure if you know what it's like to have someone say something to you but, I bet you can take a minute to imagine how shocked I was. I was so shocked I couldn't even think of a proper protest. Realizing this the Joker broke out into a roar of laughter as he carried me into his room. On his bed was a roll of gauze, some antiseptic, and a bag of cotton balls.

"Why?" Was all I could ask as he placed me, face down, on the bed and began to apply some antiseptic onto my injury.

"Well" He began, his tongue poking around the inside of his cheek "Right now, I only half own you. If you quit or I fire you then your gone." He explained. "Of course I would kill you if you quit." He laughed. "But, if I marry you then you belong to me. I like the way that sounds." I simply buried my head in the pillow and sighed. Either that man made all the sense in the world or no sense at all.

I believe I had fallen asleep while he re-dressed my wounds for I awoke with one of his oddly patterned shirts on in his bed. The sun was starting to set as a warm red light spilled through the blinds and into the mismatched room. I yawned and attempted to crack my back but recoiled in discomfort as I remembered my wounds. It was always so easy to forget after waking from a good sleep.

The dusk always reminded me of my of my life with the Vagaboys, an old nomadic gang of juvenile delinquents that ran through Gotham for a few months a few years ago. Li and I had just broken away from our second teacher, Janesse, and established our team name.

I'll never forget how we met they're leader, Kent.

"YOU COCKSUCKING DIRTY RAT!" I'd screamed as I let lose a few punches.

"YOU CARPET LICKING SONOFABITCH!" Kent returned fire as he tackled me to the ground. He had just tried to cop a feel of my chest and I wasn't too happy about that. So, I'd punched him right in his family jewels. The two of us fought for about twenty long bloody minutes till we collapsed.

"You know, for a blue haired overly pierced perverted prick, your not too bad in a fight." I commented breathless as I lay on a pile of garbage bags.

"Yeah, and for a short haired flat asses dike bitch, you ain't too bad yourself." He'd replied as he brushed dirt off of his air force bomber jacket. That day LoLi and the Vagaboys joined forces and wreaked the mob scene for about a year and a month before they set out for L.A.

It had been quite a while since they'd left, I missed them dearly. However, I knew that if they did return a good amount of them would be missing or dead. That's just the way the Vagaboys were. If you wanted to join then you had to carry your own weight, if you wanted to leave than good riddance.

"Have a good nap Sleeping Beauty?" I heard my boss asked with a small chuckle from the door.

"Decent." I shrugged as he wrapped an arm around my waist. "I'm just happy to wake up with all my limbs intact." This little quip made him laugh as he stared out the window with me.

"I'm going out on a drug bust tonight." He told me, rocking the two of us side to side. "Dr. Crane's hallucinogenics are causing the Arkam inmates to loose it act like a bunch 'a' wild dogs. So I'm gonna steal some and use it on the yuppie crowd." He laughed. "Then, I'm gonna put em on chains and keep em as pets."

"Aw." I sighed. "That sounds like fun!" I whined, wanting to go too. If there was something funny, it was people in tuxedos acting like golden retrievers.

"Next time dollface." He said as he kissed my cheek and ruffled my hair, which by then has dried and was a curly green mass on top of my head, and left the room.

[ Elsewhere ]

"I thought you said you would take care of it?!" A young man growled as he tapped his foot impatiently. He had light brown hair which was short an brushed back to show his handsome angular face. His eyes were a pleasing shade dark blue that matched his navy suit. He was a total metro-sexual.

The man who stood before his was dressed completely in black. Though is was night he was wearing sunglasses which hung lazily on his long nose. His mouth was pulled into a tight frown as he scratched the dark stubble on his chin.

"I told you . One shot. That's all the shot's I'll fire in one night." He explain, his accent thick. "If you want her dead you'll have to pay for my services again."

"Fine." The young man growled, pulling a wad of hundreds from his blazer's pocket. "Just don't miss."

"I won't." The older man assured as he stuffed the bills into his coat.

"I'm counting on you Demetri."

To Be Continued.