A/N- Sorry for the very slow update. There's no excuses. I'll try to be more frequent.

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Chapter Two:

The cold air kisses Kennedy's skin as she stands in the late hours of the night outside of The Grand; an old theater in the Narrows that doesn't get much business nowadays. Her long white winter coat kept her warm, but her face feels as if it's freezing off. She wraps her arms around herself as if that would help. It doesn't.

This type of weather isn't the best for her condition. It tends to make her knees ache a bit more than usual, but she puts up with it. Leaning against the long brick wall off to the side of the building she stands. Still waiting.

Part of Kennedy doesn't know exactly why she's doing this. She should be going to the authorities. Telling them how the Joker is easily getting away right from under their noses! Yet, here she still is, getting mixed up in one of his crazy schemes.

She hates to admit it, but the man is smart when it comes to planning his insane ideas. Smart enough to even get in and out of jail.

Kennedy wonders when the police will eventually catch on.

Another reason she's afraid to go to the cops is that the Joker would easily find out that she had snitched. Which would more than likely cause her to fall to her impending death. Something that Kennedy just isn't quite ready for.

The sound of shoes scraping against the hard pavement causes Kennedy to lift her head up. Finding a man in a familiar purple suit heading down the alley. Fear bubbles up inside of her. She bites her lip, trying to keep her feelings at bay.

"Ah. I see you followed through. Good decision," Remarks the Joker with a cackle.

Shrugging slightly, Kennedy says, "It's not like a had much of a choice."

The Joker smirks, "I'm known for not giving the best of choices."

Don't I know it; Kennedy can't help but think to herself. Pushing her hair behind her ear, she sees the Joker watch her movements cautiously.

"Anyways," drawls the Joker, "as my lawyer- "

"Wait!" She exclaims, causing him to stop from continuing. He raises an eyebrow, surprised at her sudden outburst.

Blinking, he says, "What is it now, girl?"

"I-I-I'm just wondering, What's in it for me?" She asks. She doesn't want to go through all of this for no reason. She needs to get something out of it.

The Joker glares in her direction, "I don't kill you."

Kennedy shakes her head, "If I'm going to be practically ruining my career and all respect I have for myself just for some scheme, I need a better reason- "

With the roll of his eyes, he replies, "Fine. Whatever you want, girl. It's yours."

Kennedy's eyes widen. Whatever she wants? Now she doesn't know what she wants. She pretty much has everything she ever wanted out of life. She's a partner at a law firm, has a nice apartment, makes great money. What more can she want?

"Can I think about it?" She asks him.

The Joker shrugs a shoulder, "I don't care. Just don't waste my patience, girly. Especially if it's something I can't grant you."

She nods her head and waits for him to continue what he was saying before she interrupted him.

Using his hands to run his hand through his dark green hair and then absent mindedly wiping off the invisible dirt off of his suit sleeves, the Joker sighs, "Anyways," he glares at her from the corner of his eye, "as I was saying, as my lawyer you will represent me. Now, instead of sending my off to Arkham like I expected them to. They're talking about killing me off at death row." He laughs.

Kennedy can't help but give him a look as if he's insane, "And you find that funny?"

The Joker gives her an expressionless stare, "Of course." He licks his lips. "If they really decide to send me there I can just leave, you know, girly."

Right.

"But then what's the point of all this? Me representing you? It doesn't make any sense. Besides there's nothing I can do that would even help you. Your face is all over those videos you've sent to Gotham PD. You were caught red handed after fighting Batman. Nothing I can do will save you- "

"Pleading insanity would," Says the Joker with a smirk, then he licked his own scars.

That was true. He is considered an insane man. Painting his face like a clown and doing such insane things with the way he talks and laughs finding it all amusing could result from a mental disorder.

"Alright," She nods her head thoughtfully, "but that still doesn't explain why we're even doing this in the first place. Like right now, you can easily go somewhere. You've escaped. You're free now. Why not just go and do whatever you want with your life? Why try getting sent to Arkham?"

The Joker grins, "Well where's the fun in that?"

Kennedy narrows her eyes suspiciously, "If we're going to be doing this, I need to know everything."

He shakes his head, "You don't need to know everything, girl. Rather not fuck up that little smart mind of yours."

Kennedy can't hide the blush that fills her cheeks. The Joker notices and only smirks in response.

"So, there is something going on? There's a reason you're not leaving?" She tries to figure it all out in her mind.

He rolls his eyes, "Shut up. There's only so much of your fucking voice I can take."

Kennedy shrinks against the wall. She hasn't forgotten who he was. He's still a man that will kill her at the drop of a hat.

Shaking her head, she thinks aloud, "This is going to ruin my reputation. I'm going to lose a lot of clients. Probably even lose my job- "

The Joker scoffs, "You don't need them, Sweet cheeks. I'll pay you well enough to where you'll never have to work again."

She crosses her arms above her chest. She doesn't want his dirty money. Besides she loves being a lawyer, doesn't she? Or did she only do it because it's what her father did.

Lifting her head, she stared into his dark brown eyes. If he wasn't such a cold blooded killer, his eyes would seem almost inviting. They provide a hint of warmth to them and they make her feel safe. Which she finds highly ironic.

She wonders what he looks like under all that face paint Whether his hair is soft after a shower compared to the greasy terrible dryness it has now.

"Stop staring at me like that, girly. I don't like it, "He spoke huskily. Which would have made Kennedy almost weak if it wasn't for the way he glared at her.

"I-I'm sorry. I'm just curious." She stutters.

"Curiosity killed the cat."

Kennedy is starting to get a bit tired. She wants to get this conversation over with.

"So, how are we going to do this?"

With a smirk, the Joker rubs his hands together, "Now this is the fun part. Tomorrow you'll go to Gotham PD. Tell them who you are, and say you need a meeting with your client. The one and only Joker." He laughs hysterically.

Her eyes widen but she says nothing. She has no choice.

"Alright, girl- "He starts to say, but it interrupted by her speaking so freely.

"My name is Kennedy," She mutters.

Joker shrugs, "Don't like Kennedy much. What about Ken? Or Kenny?"

Kennedy stares at him for a long moment. There's apartments across from The Grand. She hears the sounds of children's laughter and screams from God knows what around the block. Random cars drive up and down the street and the only source of light is from the broken street light that is constantly flickering on and off.

"It doesn't matter. It's not like I can stop you from calling me either one." Even though she hates both names.

The Joker laughs, "You're catching on very well, Kenny."

Growing up, Kennedy wasn't used to hearing much endearments or nicknames. Her father called her "darling" on occasion, but that was it. Usually it was just Kennedy. That's what it was to everyone else, Kennedy or Gotham's Genius. Only the Joker has ever thought to give her a real nickname.

The sound of sirens from a few blocks away causes Kennedy to flinch. The Joker looks calm and collect as usual.

"Aren't you afraid that's them looking for you? Maybe they found out you're out of your- "

The Joker laughs, "Impossible."

Kennedy furrows her eyebrows, "How so?"

He stops smiling and glares at her again. "What did I say before, girl? It's none of your business. If I don't tell you something, it means you don't gotta know it," He spat.

Nodding her head reluctantly, Kennedy sighs. The cold was starting to get to her and she felt as if she's going to pass out any minute now.

"It's getting late. Can I go? I'll see you tomorrow."

She waits for him to excuse her. It's sad, really, but if she wants to make it out of this situation alive then she'll take every precaution she can.

With a sharp nod, the Joker grumbles, "Yeah, yeah. Be there tomorrow no later than four o'clock, Kenny."

There was a threat in there somewhere. She heard it, and she knows he means it.

She nods her head once, then turns on her heel. Taking one step forward, she is stopped by his voice again.

"How're you getting home?" He asks as he sucks on his scars.

Looking over her shoulder, Kennedy shrugs a shoulder, "Taxi."

The Joker scoffs, "At this time at night? In the narrows? You idiotic girl." He chuckles shaking his head.

He passes by her and Kennedy immediately takes offense. "Excuse me, but I am not an idiot- "

The Joker chuckles, interrupting her. "Yeah, yeah, I know. Gotham's Genius and all." He laughs like it's the funniest thing he's ever heard.

"I don't like that title." She can't help but mumble.

He stops laughing and turns back around to find her obediently following him down the alley. With no smile on his face, he answers her, "I know." Then he grabs her arm, ignoring her gasp of shock, and pulls her into the direction of a small black car with very dark tinted windows.

"We're taking you home," He grounds out as he shoves her into the back seat along with him. Sitting in the front seat is a man with a navy blue baseball cap on and a black jacket. "John, go to sunset."

Her eyes widen, "How do you know where I live?" She's shaking with fear. Being in a small car with the Joker and one of his henchmen is not an ideal place to be.

The Joker snorts almost, "I know everything about you, Kenny dear."

The ride to her apartment is long, but silent. She stares out the window the entire time while the Joker changes from glaring out the front window to then looking down at her every so often. His gloved hands twitches, as if he wants to do or say something but changes his mind.

When the car pulls up to the back of her apartment building, Kennedy sighs to herself. Does she say thank you? She feels uncomfortable at the thought of saying that to a man like him, yet at the same time she feels gratitude for him not letting her almost get put into a risky situation.

Turning her head slightly, she whispers, "Um, uh, thanks, Joker."

He gives a curt nod, "Just be there tomorrow."

She smiles slightly then opens the door and heads in through the backway to her building. Tonight was now where near what she thought it was going to be.