3- Don't be his friend, you're gonna wake up in his bed in the Morning

She groans as her phone pings annoyingly next to her head. She turns on the screen and hisses at the light. Really?! 1am?! She swipes to her messages and is immediately sitting up.

Noa, I tried what you told us to do. I've left you alone and actually pursued another. She left me, destroyed all my tech, I mean I can rebuild it but that's not the point. Can we meet for drinks? Please?

Her heart aches reading the message. He did what she told him to, and it blew up in her face, now he's heartbroken...maybe...and wants her for comfort…maybe.

Sure Eddy. Our spot? She shouldn't but she can't resist, not him. Never him. She throws the blankets off of her and stands with a stretch.

Actually I'm laying low at Grin and Bare it. They aren't here. I have a vip room, come dressed down. She groans. It could have been any other place, but no. It was J's. God damn he better appreciate this.

Eddy I swear to god if they are there I'm shoving my size six foot so far up your ass you'll be tasting my nail polish for years.

Her eyes drift to her desk where she was filling out applications before bed, five in total. She quickly moves to her closet, tossing aside the fluffy black bathrobe and pulling on a wife beater and black sweats. She grabs her keys, brass knuckles, butterfly knife, ID and phone before she gets into her car and drives to the club.

"Oh I hope Veronica has VIP, baby needs a good fuckin drink." she mutters to herself as she kicks the car in park and makes her way inside. She smiles softly at the guard that's at the backdoor as she walks in, making her way to the VIP room from the back stairs.

"Noa!" she smiles at one Edward Nigma as he gives her a friendly hug, his smile not reaching his eyes. "I ordered your favorite. Veronica made it." he hands her a pink and yellow drink.

"Fucking wonderful." she sighs and takes a sip as she kicks off her shoes and sits in a plush chair.

"Are you-"

"Okay? No." he beats her to the punch, sitting across from her. He sighs and downs his drink, the ice clinking. Though his shoulders sink heavily, it's not from peace, they sink as if finally collapsing under the weight of the world.

"Reese was cheating on me with fucking Killer Croc! Of all fucking people! An animal?" he all but yells. She's taken aback, Eddy doesn't swear.

"That's...disturbing to say the least." she answers and sips her drink, at a loss for words, and trying to force very unwelcome visions from her mind with a shudder.

He snorts and presses a button on a small device on the low table to order more drinks. She watches as he takes a giant gulp of his drink.

"How are you holding up Noa?" he asks as Veronica brings their refills quietly, leaving without a sound but flashing Noa a smile.

Now it's her turn to down her mixed drink. With a heavy sigh she rakes a slender hand through her hair.

"I haven't slept right since. I've been a complete bitch since too, I've gone through four career changes because I've accidentally lost my shit on someone, I can't eat, and worst of all I can't look at another man without comparing him to one of you." she ticks off on her fingers before taking a sip of her new drink.

She leans back in the chair, moving to drape her legs over one arm and leaning against the other, taking another drink.

"You coul-" he begins but she shakes her head.

"I couldn't ask any of you for help. It's been killing me, but I feel like me again. I lost myself with you three. If one of you called, I was there no matter what I was doing. Mel and I reconnected a couple months ago. She's gotten me back to swimming and at the shelter on Fridays." she explains, cutting him off. She hopes he can see how good this has been for her, despite the negative aspects she was healing.

He's not amused at Mel's name judging by the look he gives her. She can't blame him either. Mel was the one who made her realize she shouldn't have to be Joker's other women. Both Eddy and Jonathan, even Scarrcrow, were loyal to her. She had even argued with Mel that she's seeing three men, how was that any different.

Mel had sighed and shook her head, telling her the glaring difference. Harley wasn't part of this. Harley was the intruder.

"Believe it or not she's been pushing me to contact all of you. J was her problem. Not you. Not Jonathan or Scarecrow. J and Harley." she finishes her own drink and the spark in Edward's eye warms her heart. He thought it was his fault somehow; somehow he had blamed the break up on himself.

They fall into an easy back and forth. Sometime later in the night she ends up sitting upside down on the couch. She watches as Edward takes the last big swig of his drink and grins.

"You know, everyone says Reese is loose. Maybe Killer Kroc's ten foot dick is all that she can feel." Just like she wanted, his drink came out of his mouth and she proceeded to break down into a pile of hysteric giggles. 'God it feels so good to laugh.'

"That's….probably fucking true." He glares at her but his lips tilt up into a smile. Eventually they're sitting on the couch looking out at the nearly empty dancefloor from their room in the air, leaning into each other after a round of dancing to the jukebox in the corner, smiles plastered on their faces, their minds foggy.

They talk quietly of this and that, how she's doing and what her next move is, about his beginning plans of taking on Batman again. Soon she falls asleep leaning against his side and for the first time he notices she's not wearing makeup, her eyes are dark and have bags under them.

"She looks exhausted." He looks up to see Johnathan leaning over the couch looking down at her. Edward nods.

"She is. She's just too stubborn to take her words back, she misses us, all of us." His voice is soft as he moves a strand of hair from her face. Johnathan sits on her other side. She moves her legs over his lap in her sleep, her head rests on Edward's thigh.

"Why won't she just come back?" They both look up at the Joker who looks truly perplexed. His white button down is unbuttoned, his tie loose around his neck, and an almost empty bottle in his left hand, a frown on his red lips.

The two men on the couch glare at him, Jonathan's eyes a mix of light and dark blue. "Because of Harley! Noa was fine until you went and got Harley back." Edward points out quietly, viciously.

"Which was the biggest waste of time I've had to this day, you know Harley wasn't going to come with me, she wanted to stay with Deadshot and her new Backyardigans." Both men's eyes widen at this admission. His words slur slightly, as they have been lately, but his eyes are clear, focused.

"She heard about Noa. Somehow. She threatened her. At first I ignored it, then I threatened to kill her, then I almost did. That night I hit Noa, Deadshot had a gun pointed at her, that pretty little ruby light pointed straight at her pretty temple." He came around the couch to stand in front of the three.

"You acted out, hurt OUR NOA, because Deadshot had a mark on her." Scarecrow says quietly and the Joker nods.

"You honestly think I'd give her up any other way? I can't be everywhere, it's safer this way." As he talks, he lifts her body into his arms and sits between Edward and Johnathan, letting her stretch back across their laps as they pass the bottle in quiet peace.