I finally broke and decided to write/post a Joker fic. This will be a rated M story so the usual suspects apply. I'd like to take this opportunity starting off to thank TheQueenofMean for editing and helping me sort out this madness. Now I won't sit here wasting your time, you're here to read some fanfiction.

Enjoy

It always seemed to be raining in Gotham. The sky would grow grey with dark clouds and the rain would dampen the dirty streets, permitting for members of Gotham's underbelly to commit their crimes with a sort of natural camouflage. The best part about rain was that it made it hard to see out of cop cars. A black BMW drove down the main city streets appearing to be in no great haste. Its occupants were Salvatore Maroni, the man who had taken over after Carmine Falcone was committed to Arkham. He was on his way to meet his "flavor of the week". A red head named Joslyn he'd met through a woman who worked for him, who was ironically driving him to meet her. The woman behind the wheel was Angelica Monroe; a woman they say was born into crime. She looked back at Maroni with crystal blue eyes.

"Don't give me that look Marilyn."

"I don't know what you're talking about." She said in a dry tone and Maroni

chuckled. Angelica pulled over to the side of the road in front of some of the nicer condo's in Gotham. She looked back at Maroni who was flipping through a wad of cash.

"I hope that's not for Josie, she hates when people give her money."

"Well you're in a snarky mood tonight. Don't get into a habit of that, your old man never talked to me like that; he was respectful of my authority." Angelica rolled her eyes hoping he didn't see.

"It's actually for you Marilyn." He replied handing her what must have been three hundred dollars.

"That's an awful nice tip for a twenty minuet drive downtown boss." She sneered.

"I need you to give this case to Gamble. I lost at poker the other day." Angelica rolled her eyes. She hated Gamble; he was nothing more than a pimp and a thug in a nice suit. He wasn't a true criminal.

"Where at?"

"His house, here's the address." He said handing her a piece of paper. She went wide eyed when she read it.

"This is outside of the city."

"Yeah he's havin' some party or who gives a shit." Angelica sighed and leaned back in her seat.

"No wonder you gave me a bonus." Maroni chuckled.

"Now be a chivalric little peach and let me out." Angelica smiled but to herself she thought, 'fucker'. She grabbed the umbrella on the seat next to her and opened it as she got out of the car. The rain had slowed a bit but still came down at a steady rate. She walked over to open Maroni's door, and as he stepped out he buttoned his grey suit jacket.

"You sure you don't want me to send a couple of the guys over? You know how I like to order them around."

"Ha I know you do Marilyn, but I don't need guards. This place is locked up enough if anybody's goons decide to show up." Angelica looked up from beneath the umbrella as they walked to the door.

"I'm not talking about goons I'm talking about him. She said pointing up. Maroni looked to see an all too familiar sky light breaking through the misty sky. The Batman. He laughed and said,

"Yeah the Batman is gonna beat me up cause I'm spending some time with a girl."

"You're married boss, maybe he doesn't like adultery." She joked.

"Oh ha ha cute joke. Now get that case to that Gamble like a good kid. Head home after; Nicco will get me in the morning." Angelica nodded and replied.

"Have a good night then boss." The doorman let Maroni in and Angelica stood in the rain for a moment. The doorman glanced at her briefly until he realized she saw him.

"Wanna trade jobs Jeevsey?" She said in a mocking tone. He shook his head and said.

"No miss." Angelica smirked and walked slowly to her car chuckling.

"I bet you don't." As she walked, a sleek purple Mustang drove slowly down the street. Her paranoia got to her for a second and she put her hand in her coat where her pistol was strapped to her side. The car drove off quickly, tires peeling as it turned the corner, and Angelica stared for a moment but shook her head as she realized she over reacted.

"I'm in the wrong business." She got in her car and plugged the address into her GPS.

"Goddamn outer Gotham bullshit." She muttered to herself. She looked in the rear view mirror and fixed a smudge in her make up as she put the car into drive and sped off. It was at least forty-five minutes to this place so she plugged in her iPod, and lit a cigarette to settle in. On her way out of the city she drove by two car crashes and a store with shattered windows that was surrounded by cop cars. Oh how she loved Gotham. In her opinion, it had gotten boring lately. Ever since that fear toxin epidemic the year before, Gotham criminals returned to bank robbery, money laundering and all the other boring crimes. Angelica was getting bored with her own criminal tendencies of embezzlement and Internet fraud. She craved the life of crime, and Gotham was like a boyfriend that turned out to be a total bum, dull and uninteresting. She pulled up to the gate and rolled down her window to hit the buzzer. A scratchy voice said.

"Yo"

"Yeah can I get a cheeseburger with everything and a coke."

"Shit! Is that Marilyn?"

"Damn straight who's this?"

"Damien."

"Well then let me the fuck in, I have a present for your boss." There was a loud buzz and the gate swung open. She parked and got out of the car, making sure to grab the briefcase. As made her way to the house, her stilettos clicked against the drive way as she walked reluctantly to the front door. She looked through a window and saw a mass of people dancing to the thumping music and realized she wasn't dressed for a party. She looked down a her tight black pencil skirt, white ruffled blouse and a black vest thinking she looked like a sluty lawyer. However the stilettos and fishnets made it work. She knocked on the door and it swung open. Damien who she had spoken with before stood in the doorway. At tall, muscular black guy with angular features and dreads he had pulled back.

"Mmm Mmm Mmm... Long time no see Miss Marilyn."

"Stop trying to flirt with me Damien." She said with a scowl. He looked confused for a second and then she laughed.

"I'm kidding, how are you Hun?"

"Chilin' ya know." She leaned in and kissed him on the cheek. He chuckled and Angelica smelled liquor on his breath.

"Where's your boss, I wanna give him this and go home."

"This way my lady." He teased. Damien was four years younger than her so she always felt a motherly attachment to him. He was thirteen when he started working for Gamble, and now he was one of his best guys. They walked through the house passing people doing shots and singing along with the rap music that blared through the house. They ascended the large marble staircase to the second floor where Gamble was in his office with four of his men. Angelica went strutting in playing her part well with an extra little sway in her hips which cause every pair of eyes in the room follow her which inly made her smirk.

"Marilyn. I hear you come bearing gifts." Gamble said from behind his desk.

"I most certainly do." She said setting the briefcase in front of him. He looked at it opened it eagerly and the stacks of cash piled in the case almost seemed to glow. He took out a wad and flicked it in his ear.

"Tell your boss thanks for being on time."

"Oh I will." She was trying to be as polite as possible so she could just have a few words and leave.

"Can't I get you a drink baby?"

"No thanks I gotta drive." She hated being called baby. He glared at her and said.

"You gonna refuse my hospitality?" Angelica sighed and ran a hand through her hair. She could tell by his tone that this wasn't going to be a simple business meeting.

"No I just don't want a drink." Gamble picked up a silver tray that was sitting on his desk, with neat lines of fine powder on it.

"How about a line of this?" Angelica smiled and took the straw off the tray.

"Now we're talking." She pressed on her left nostril as she snorted with the right. The coke hitting her fast and she was soon nice and jittery. She sniffed a few times and adjusted her vest.

"Seriously though, I gotta get back to pick up Maroni." Gamble looked like he was scowling but he always looked like that. He walked closer to her and said.

"No I decided I need you tonight. Got some techy bull shit for you to do."

"Ooo no can do I work for Maroni first." She lied. She did any job she thought could potentially be fun.

"Not workin baby. I need your help." He said pulling several bills out of the stack in his hand and waving them in her face.

"I'm sick of telling guys like you I'm not a hooker." Gamble huffed and reached out ripping the front of her blouse and she closed her eyes trying not to seem scared. That was lesson number one her father had told her; never show fear in front of an enemy. Gamble then stuffed the bills one by one into her exposed bra, his goons laughing like sick perverts.

"There's gotta be a couple hundred in there, how much will that get me?" Angelica snapped and pulled out her gun aiming at his crotch. His goons all drew their weapons except for Damien who just looked worried.

"Boys calm the fuck down. This little girl ain't gonna do shit."

"You sure about that?" She cocked the gun and the goons all put their weapons back up and Angelica yelled in a slightly raspy voice.

"Be cool boys, as long as Maurice here doesn't keep treating me like a common prostitute, he gets to keep his balls." Gamble was scoffing and holding very still, but Angelica could see a hint of fear with in his dark eyes

"How the fuck do you know my real name?"

"I'm paid to know everything about the big names in this business." He pulled his hand back and struck her across the face. It was a good hard hit that made her stumble slightly. She giggled and holstered the gun.

"Well I'm gonna, as you all say, peace out motha fucka!" She headed towards the door hearing Gamble curse.

"Where the fuck is..." He'd been looking for the gun he had at his hip, and saw Angelica dangling it from one dainty finger.

"Oh I'm sorry did you need this?" She laughed heartily and saw Damien smirk.

"You know it always ends badly with us, last time I saw your ugly mug, you gave me this." She said pointing to a long pink scar that was ran through her eyebrow.

"Bitch you best get outta here before I give you another one."

"See now there's a job I will do for you." She stormed out of the room slamming the door shut and dropping the gun. She knew she had about ten seconds before he snapped and sent his boys after her. She kicked off her heels, feeling rather sad at the fact that they were Gucci and brand new. She then sprinted out of the house as fast as she could. The rain had stopped so the cool air felt good. She had just put the car in gear when she saw Gamble's goons came racing out the door. The tires screeched as she drove to the gate, she screamed when she realized it was closed but it opened as she approached.

"Thank you Damien!" She hit the excellent or hard and screamed again when she almost hit a purple Mustang parked across the street. She looked in the rear view mirror and thought for a second that it was the same car from earlier.

"Nah!" she said to herself. The drive home required multiple cigarettes, and blasting Shinedown through the speakers. She could feel the spot to the left of her mouth starting to swell. She knew there was a reason Maroni had given her so much money. She didn't need that much for gas. Angelica didn't care at this point; she'd been slapped around by men in the past, enough to not think about it twice. It mostly angered her that it was Gamble.

Her condo was dark when she walked in at two o'clock. She flipped on the hall light and tossed her keys and purse on the table beside the door. She looked down at her ruined tights and sighed, still missing her shoes.

"Loki." She called out. A moment later her dog came running around the corner, a sleek black German shepherd. She knelt down to pet him as his pink tongue lolled out of his mouth.

"Mommy had a bad night Loki." The dog laid down and rolled over at her feet. She sighed and stepped over him.

"You're useless." She walked into her kitchen and opened the door to the fridge containing nothing but old Chinese and condiments. She opened the freezer, pulled out a bottle of vodka and then shuffled to the cabinet for a glass to pour a decent drink. The wired feeling from the cocaine was long gone and she just wanted to sleep now. Loki came trotting in to lie on his bed in the kitchen but Angelica ignored him as she walked across her apartment to the bedroom. The condo was on a high floor with large windows giving her a perfect view of the city. Cream colored carpeting and black leather furniture gave it a modern feel, but the surrealist art on the walls gave it an odd touch. The condo was tidy except for the area where her desk was which was covered in papers, files and three computer screens, one of which appeared to be downloading a file. She checked on its status then continued to her room. The twenties Gamble had stuck in her bra were still there and she took them out tossing them in a crumpled heap on her night stand. Angelica looked in the mirror and scoffed at the bruise forming near her mouth. She discarded his torn blouse and stripped off her skirt and tights, slipping into a pair of black shorts and a tank top. Once she had gotten comfortable, she returned to her drink and turned on the TV, switching over to GCN. The vodka quickly made her nice and fuzzy after drinking half of it quickly and she slouched on the sofa settling in. Loki startled her when he jumped on the couch laying his head on her lap.

"Well at least I can trust you huh boy." Loki shook his head as if he agreed. The news was the same as always. Bank robbery, car crash, drug trafficking bust blah blah blah. It was never anything worth keeping interest for very long. She finished her drink and pulled the down blanket off the back of the couch wrapping it tightly around her. She grabbed the remote that controlled the blinds and she closed them on the immense windows. The lights of the city disappearing behind the curtain, and the sound of sirens echoed in the distance. Oh how she loved Gotham.

The Narrows in Gotham are not exactly an area for innocent people to be. If this is where you ended up, you were either into some risky business or better yet dead. The streets were filled with homeless vagrants and those who had yet to been admitted to Arkham which was the main attraction in this little amusement park of madness. There wasn't much besides that. The occasional store covered in bared windows, and the blocks of apartment building that were the homes and hide outs to the scum of Gotham's underbelly. A lone building stood at the end of a particularly dirty block and the lights were on in several rooms on the top floor. A purple Mustang pulled up to the curb and parked awkwardly on the street. A short man, no more than 25, with messy sandy colored hair and a thin frame stepped out of the car. He pulled the collar of his green army jacket up and retrieved a large Manila envelope from the passenger's seat. He slammed the door shut and walked into the building. Three flights of stairs later he was banging on the door to apartment 4D.

"Boss, I got those pictures for ya." There was a sound of scrambling on the other side and the door was wrenched open. Clad in his purple suit and fresh make up was Gotham's most notorious criminal. The Joker cocked his head and snatched the envelope out of the boy's hand.

"Come on in Benny" Joker said already closing the door. Benny raced into the room and stood with his arms crossed watching the Joker, who pulled the picture out of the envelope and tossed it aside. He shuffled through them violently muttering while he did it.

"So tell me kid, where does Mr. Maroniiii go every Saturday night?" Joker asked holding up a picture of Maroni in a BMW.

"Not sure what's there but it's a condo on the east side of downtown."

"I told you to figure out wha..." Joker stopped mid-sentence holding up one photo and dropping the rest. A wicked grin stretched across his face.

"Well hello beautiful." A woman stood in front of the BMW looking almost directly at the camera. Her pale blonde curls and lovely features present even in the blurry image. The Joker ran his tongue over the corners over his mouth as he eyed the woman in the photo.

"That's why I got back so late last night."

"What she saw ya drive by so you had to whack off a few times? Or did you follow her home and do some kinda 'Surprise visit'?" He teased making air quotes Benny didn't even acknowledge the first comment.

"Well I did follow her but she drove to some big house outside the city limits." The Joker chewed on his cheek waiting for Benny to continue.

"She went in with a brief case and came out twenty minutes later without it... And uh... If you ummm."

"I don't speak stuttering moron." Joker barked. Benny picked up the discarded photos and flipped through them handing one to the Joker. The woman was in this one as well this time mid run, her blouse ripped open, a gun in her hand and no shoes. Joker let out a hearty cackle.

"Nothing like a chick with money in her tits. Whose house is that?" He asked tapping on the picture repetitively.

"I wasn't sure, but I asked the boys and Rocco said it's that guy Gambles."

"Ahhhhh yet another worthless mob boss. So who is this Angel?" He said in his clowny voice.

"Not sure boss, I think she works for Maroni."

"Well that's fuckin helpful." Joker said sarcastically as he plopped down on the sofa, the picture still in his hand. The room was dark except for the light in the kitchen. There was no carpeting, just the harsh wood floor. There were two old couches and a long table covered in the Jokers knives, other photos that had been cut up, painted on or glued to something else, and a shot gun that had been completely taken apart. The Joker sat humming and staring at the picture. There was a look in this girl's eyes that he couldn't put his finger on. The subtle smirk on her face and her lack of fear in her predicament puzzled him.

"So did you follow her home like a good little goon?"

"I did after she almost hit the car with hers." Joker went wide eyed.

"After all the trouble I went to to get that car, tut tut tut. Some little Barbie doll almost ruins it." Joker let out one loud Ha.

"You remember where she liiiiives?"

"Yeah, 17th and Parker. Nice ass condo boss."

"What ya don't like this place? The Joker said throwing his arm up. Benny snickered and said.

"Don't matter to me boss... You aiming to introduce yourself or somethin?" Joker jumped off the couch and stared down at Benny.

"Yup, but all in good time. Gimme your phone." Benny took his phone out and gave it to the Joker. Who dialed a number and held it to his ear. He waved the photo in Benny's face and said in a growl.

"Look at that face hmmm."

Ring

Ring

"Yo Benny my man. Was kickin'?"

"Hello Damien." There was a pause on the other line.

"Oh shit, wassup ICP?"

"Enough with the pleasantries kid I gotta question."

"Yeah man?"

"Do you know about some cute little blonde that works for Maroni?"

"S'prolly Marilyn."

"Am I supposed to know her?"

"Kinda she works for Maroni but she does a lotta computer shit for the rest a da mob."

"Computer shit?"

"Yeah she has access to the mobs bank accounts and some drug trafficking, so she..."

"Do you have a way to reach her?" A light bulb went off in Jokers head.

"Yeah man I got her digits. Want em?"

"Yup yup yup." Joker said running to the table only to find a can of paint. He dunked his finger and wrote it on a newspaper, laughing as he wrote the number over some guys face named Bruce Wayne.

"By the way everybody calls her Marilyn, but her names Angelica Monroe."

"Well isn't that adorable."

"Wachu want with her anyway?"

"Oh nothin just a little chat is all."

"Aight man. Take it easy." Joker hung up and slipped the phone into his pocket.

"Benny, see if Rocco and Henshaw are done with the alterations on the escalade. I wanna speak with Miss Marilyn in private." Benny nodded and left. The Joker picked up his butterfly knife and flicked it open then closed again with a skilled hand. With the other he dialed the number. He cut out the outline around Angelica's figure careful not to cut any of her.

Ring

Ring

Ring

Angelica had stayed up later than she had anticipated and she had eventually gone through another glass of vodka. Loki was asleep on the couch and Angelica had switched over to late night reruns of I Love Lucy. She ran her hand over the swelling bump on her face and lay down to mindlessly watch TV. It was around one AM when her phone buzzed on the coffee table.

Who the hell is this? She thought as she picked it up. She accepted the call and said.

"Hello."

"Hello Angelica... Or do you prefer Marilyn?" A strange harsh voice spoke on the other line.

"I um... Prefer Angelica to be honest."

"Honesty is a good policy." This response was followed by his low chuckling. Angelica was beginning to get the creeps.

"Who is this? And how did you get my number?"

"Oh a little black birdie told me... And you know who I am. Well... Ya should." Angelica stood up stumbling from shock and her slight drunken stupor

"Oh should I now."

"But I don't wanna talk about me, tell me about yoouuu." This conversation was getting too weird. Now that she thought about it, his voice seemed familiar, like something she had seen on the news.

"Are you dead Angelica?"

"Huh?"

"I asked how long you've worked for Maroni and you didn't reply. Even to a guy like me that's ruuuude." Angelica acted quickly and went over to her desk began rummaging for a cord that she plugged into her cell phone. The other end she plugged into her computer and she began typing away

"Why should I tell you, for all I know you're a cop"

"Trust me you'd be better off if I was a cop." Angelica continued to type as she held her phone to her ear with her shoulder.

"If you aren't a cop then who are you?"

"You'll find out soon Angel baby." There was more laughing, she could tell he held the phone away to do it because it was muffled.

"What do you want?" She said trying to get to a point where she could know who he was. Where he was, would be a piece of cake to figure out. The important question was would she tell Maroni so his goons would scare this guy into leaving her alone? Or would she have to do it herself? There was no response for a moment but a loud thump.

"Listen little angel, I'm being polite. You should do the same or I might change my mind about what to do with you." She swallowed.

"Are you threatening me?"

"Maybe." He mocked.

"So hooow can I help you sir."

"Don't be droll kid. What do you do for Maroni?"

"How do you know I work for Maroni." Her computer screen alerted her that the search was over.

"Don't play dumb I know more than you'd think."

"Oh, and I'm supposed to answer because you're threatening me over the phone. Yeah that's gonna get you answers." Again he let out more infectious maniacal laughter.

"I'm getting rather annoyed with you, but I'm looking at this picture of you just imagining all the things I could do to you." Angelica felt goose bumps crawl across her skin. She didn't know how long she could keep her composure.

"How do you have pictures of me?"

"No I want answers first quid pro quo kid, how come a pretty little thing like you works for the mob?"

"Well Hannibal Lector, if you must know I live in Gotham, if it's not the mob it's something boring like Starbucks."

"Ha Hannible Lector? I wish but... Anyway I want to do some business with you miss Marilyn."

"Sorry, my office is closed after five."

"Hahaha and you're funny too... That's adorable. Now shut up and listen." Now she was interested.

"How much money will it take for you to give me some information on your boss?" She almost fell out of her chair. What he was asking could get her killed, even talking about it would mean being tied to a chair while Maroni's goons beat the shit out of her.

"Are you fucking serious?" There was a short pause

"Not all the time." He chuckled.

"If I do that and you use it against them, I'll be found in pieces in the river."

"And I care why?"

"Because I don't want to risk that for a stranger." There was a pause. Angelica's heart was racing so face she was standing up now.

"You're smart I can tell, but understand even if you don't tell me. I'll do more to you then just kill you and put you in the river." Her heart skipped a beat. She thought for a moment.

"Tick tock angel face." She sighed and replied.

"My father always said, if death isn't evolved there's no fun in life." He howled with magical laughter, and Angelica couldn't have been more horrified.

"Oh we have got to meet and do this in person; you sound like a one in a million." Angelica spun in her chair, she would arrange for it to be a public meeting during the day and she could bring one of the boys with her. Perhaps Damien would be willing to go.

"Fine how about tomorrow at Carlisle's on 13th."

"No no how about your place tomorrow night I've got an appointment tomorrow."

"That's not exac..."

"Good I'm glad you agree, I'll be in the area and I can just swing by."

"You... Kn, know where I live don't you?"

"You're not the only one with good sources angel face." Angelica cleared her throat.

"When can I expect you."

"Depends on when I'm finished tomorrow. I'll have to clean up for you though, first impressions are essential." he cackled, which made her jump and Loki barked from where he was laying on the floor.

"Loki shut it!" He stopped.

"That a dog?"

"No it's an elephant!" She said sarcastically.

"So animals can sense evil." He said with a laugh. What could he possibly mean by that?

"I'm so confused, what do..."

"See you soon Aaaaanngelica." The line disconnected. Angelica didn't know what to do for a minute. She sat staring at her phone, and then she looked over to Loki who was panting heavily.

"I'm so screwed huh boy?" She reached down to pet him and began continuing her search.

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