Two Hearts to Make a Maniac

[[Rebecca's POV]]

I rubbed my eyes and sat up on my elbows. Furrowing my brows I looked around. Purple and green walls, purple and green bed sheets, and knives. Joker's room, easily. Grinning I jumped up and stretched. I was strangely happy. Most people wouldn't. It sounds weird to say I was raped. But I'm happy because he'd killed my rapist, and he did it for me.

Laughing, I flopped back on the bed. I felt good, not frustrated or any negative emotion. And what I wanted to do? I wanted to do things he wanted to do. I wanted to make sure every little thing he did went perfectly. That is all I wanted to do, and I'd do it smiling.

"Ebby." Came an unfamiliar cold feminine voice came. Sitting up, confused, I stared at Harley. Her expression was, blank and cold. "Come on. We have to go." She muttered before turning heel and leaving the room.

What the hell is her problem? She's acting like I killed her puppy.

Shaking it off, I jumped up and hurried after her. Harley had long gone so I hastily went to the garage. Thankfully everyone else was just walking to the van. I spotted the Joker's hunched over figure and felt seriousness fall onto my shoulders. I was not going to let me feelings get in the way of a job.

I ran quickly to the van and got ready to hop into the back. "What do you think your doing?" The Joker asked from the drivers seat, a grin playing at his lips.

"Uh…going to sit down?" I explained pointing to the third row of seats.

"Nope, up here Ebby." His grin widened as I shook my head and went to the passengers seat. As soon as I sat in my seat I stuck my feat onto the dash, and grabbed my seat. Licking my lips and getting ready. "Scared?" He giggled.

"No," I smirked turning to him, "you?"

At my taunting, he revved the engine before ripping out of the garage. Instead of grimacing and pressing myself against the seat, I grinned. As we turned a corner quickly I let out a loud 'Woo-hoo' and that seemed to egg the Joker further because he sped up. When I turned back to glance at Skeeter and Harley, I was met by a harsh glare from Harley. I fell silent, and swayed with the van after that.

When we came to a stop, I did NOT hit my head, and I was very proud of myself for that. Smirking, I jumped from the van, stretching my arms. The building in front of was just an old run down apartment, not very appealing to the eye.

"Come on." The Joker ordered. I followed closely behind him. We walked into the building, confronted by no one. I didn't pay too much attention as we walked down the halls but I did hear the Joker counting slowly. "1419, 1420, ah! Here we are." He chuckled stopping in front of the apartment labeled 1421. He turned to me and handed me a gun. "Take off your mask and knock on the door asking for something." He instructed.

I nodded and pulled off my mask sticking it in my pocket. Taking the gun, I stuck it in my back pocket and pulled my jacket over it. Making sure the rest of the group was out of sight, I knocked on the door softly.

I heard stumbling, and a man in uniform opened the door. "Hi," I said softly, smiling as gently as I could, "I just moved in a couple doors down and my phone isn't working and I really need to call my mom. Could I please use your phone?" I asked, still smiling.

"Sure." The man grumbled widening the door so I could get in. "The phones in the kitchen."

Another man in uniform sat at a table cards in his hand and a beer next to him. He turned his head towards me and recognition hit his face. "Hey! Your that Leal girl!"

Panic surged in me but before I could do anything else, the Joker, Harley and Skeeter barged through the door. "Hello Gentlemen." The Joker cackled shooting the man at the door in the head. Whipping out my gun, I shot the other one.

Skeeter picked up at the man at the door and pulled him over to the table and sat him down in a chair. Harley put on gloves and started painting the two dead men's faces in clown paint just like Joker's. The Joker threw me some gloves, and once I put them on, a newspaper. I looked at it and grinned.

In the obituary was a picture of Mayor Garcia. He had drawn all over it and I couldn't help but laugh as I placed it by one of the men, then put the beer over Garcia's picture. I turned around, pulling on my mask, and saw the Joker place something like a ballistics gel of a finger print on his thumb then push a bullet. Aiming it, he shot the bullet into the wall. I didn't know why he did it but it must have been well thought out.

The ride back home was filled with everyone hooting and hollering. It felt like we were a bunch of drunk kids. Still, I couldn't help but grin. Though it was short lived I could still feel the excitement from before tingle on my skin. As we pulled into the garage I jumped out quickly and stuck the gun into my back pocket again. When I was about half way to the living room, something tugged my collar.

Swinging my arms around and coughing I turned around to glare at the Joker. "What the fuck!" I snarled stomping my foot. "Is it too much to just call out my name?"

"Yes, because your mine so I can do anything I want." He answered leveling his face with mine, smirking. I couldn't help but back my head up and look off to the side. "So, were going to dye your hair." He said promptly.

"Wait-What-Why?" I squeaked as he continued to drag me to a bathroom.

"One of those guards recognized you extremely easy. We can't have that. Your supposed to be dead, remember? So we're going to dye your hair."

It did make sense, but I liked my hair. Sighing I sat on the bathroom toilet. The Joker was mixing up the hair dye. I had no idea what the color would be so I was a little uncomfortable about that. The Joker to work the dye into my hair and I was slightly surprised he knew how to do this, though his hair was green. I grimaced every once in a while making him laugh.

"That better not be dog shit colored because it sure as hell smells like it." I muttered crossing my arms.

The Joker let out a cackle. "You'll just have to see."

So for the next half hour we did all the hair dying crap and I was practically rocking back and forth with agitation and anticipation. After he was done I jumped up and ran to the mirror. Though it wasn't much of a run, it was only about a foot away.

My jaw nearly dropped to the ground as I moved a hand through my hair. Purple. My hair was purple.

"Well I must say, it suits you." The Joker said licking his bottom lip.

Then it really hit me. My hair was purple. One of his favorite colors. I felt very girly that I was thinking of it that way but I couldn't help it. We matched now. Green and purple.