Joker carried me into the house. 'How are you feeling hun?' He asked, kicking the door closed. I yawned. 'Tired and Hungry,' I sighed. Joker chuckled. 'Hungry? Your just back from a dinner,' Joker laughed. I buried my head in the nook of J's neck. 'Bedtime,' Joker smiled. 'I wouldn't say no to that,' I chuckled. Joker carried me upstairs and put me down onto the bed. I got up, going to get into my PJs. Joker kissed me sweetly. 'You looked amazing today,' he grinned. 'Like always,' I yawned, pulling the blankets over me. 'I have business, see you tommorw,' Joker sighed, kissing my forehead and walked off. Today was actually pretty good. I need some friends tho. I fell asleep slowly. (Next Morning) 'Rose, wake up,' Joker sighed. I jumped awake. 'Sorry,' I sighed, sitting up. 'What the fuck is today?' I asked, half asleep. 'Nothing,' Joker said innocently. I groaned and pulled the blankets over my head. 'Go buy my present or something,' I groaned. 'Good idea, see ya baby,' he grinned, jogging out the room. For the first time in ages, I had a lye on. I'm not a lazy person, all the meet ups and late nights have just drained all my energy. I got up and had a shower, getting into a black leather dress. It had white ruffled on the bottom. I put on a large red belt and a black Santa hat. I put on long red bracelets and red converse. I waited for Joker to get home. 'Hey!' J yelled, coming in the door. I ran out to meet him. He grinned at me, looking me up and down. 'Well ho ho ho,' he smirked, raising an eyebrow. I giggled. He had a bag in his hand. 'What's in that?' I asked, smiling. 'Oh wouldn't you love to know,' J laughed, putting the bag down and cupping my face. He kissed me slowly. 'Merry Christmas,' I whispered. 'Ba hum bug,' Joker chuckled. I stepped back. 'Your gonna love Christmas by the end of this J,' I grinned. He smirked. 'Oh I'd like to see you try,' 'Not only will I try, I shall succeed,' I shot back playfully. 'How are you so perfect?' Joker whined. I shrugged. 'This baby better be a fucking god,' I chuckled. Joker pecked my cheek before running upstairs with the bag. I chuckled and went to get my phone. Me and J were unnaturally peaceful lately. We haven't blown something up for 24 hours! That's a record. I sat down in the lounge. Duchess - HelloRose Rose - Oh! Didn'texpectyoutotextsosoon! Duchess - Well, Rose, I'vebeenthinking I repressed the urge to put in a sly comment. I like Duchess, I honestly do, I just have a side to me that loves to cause Mayhem but that's nothing new, I have about 20 different sides. But honestly, who doesn't. Saneys just hide there other 19 sides were as us crazys voice them openly. Duchess-Iquitelikeyourtattoos, youwouldn'tminddoingoneonmedidyou? Rose - Sure, cometomyplace I sent the address for the cottage. I don't think Joker would like me giving away the location our home. God that sounded weird somehow. 'HEY J, IM HEADING OUT,' I yelled, standing up. Joker came to the top of the stairs. 'Where?' He asked. 'My cottage, having a play date with Duchess,' I laughed. Joker raised his eyebrows. 'Duchess?' He asked. I nodded. 'Why so surprised?' I asked. 'Let's just say me and Duchess have pur differences and similarities. Have fun baby,' he grinned. (At the cottage) I sat in my private office, setting up the tattoo gun. I loved being a tattooist. You get you sketch beautiful drawings AND puncture people skin with tiny, rapid needles. 'BOSS, DUCHESS IS HERE!' Roco shouted. I jumped up, fixed my skirt and went to the door. Duchess was in the hall, a man behind her who I assume was her henchmen. I brought her to my office, letting Sam gaurd the door. Sam seems to be having this confidence boost lately, good for him. 'So, what do ya want done?' I asked, putting on some gloves. Duchess thought for a moment. 'A lioness with a crown on her,' she said strongly. 'Awesome but may I ask why?' I asked. I believe a good tattoo has to have a story behind it, all mine do. 'Lionesses repesnt Strength, sultry and self love, I think I can relate to that,' she said effortlessly. Duchess was her own kind of insane. She was more the dangerous type where as I were some ADHD nutter. 'They represent Motherhood too,' I added. A small spark of shook flashed through Duchesses eyes but she quickly replaced it with a questioning look. 'I'm in the early stages,' I muttered, getting the sketch pad. I just kinda felt safe when around Duchess, don't know why, she could kill me in a flash. Who's saying I couldn't do the same though. I do have some of the strongest bullets that work with pistols. She decided it to be on her thigh so she pulled up her trousers as I sketched. She seemed impressed by the draft. Damn right she should, I'm an artist! I started doing the tattoo, my tongue out slightly. I squealed once it was done, it looked badass AF! 'All done!' I chirped, putting away the gun and tidying up slightly. 'Damn girl, I love it,' she gasped. I smirked. And here we see the gurl sire to Duchess, told ya everyone had multiple sides! We talked a bit. She seemed not to mind my hyperness, which was cool. I wrapped up the tattoo and gave her some creams to make sure it set properly. 'Well, its been a pleasure,' I grinned. 'Likewise,' she grinned. Her henchman was hovering behind me, obviously not liking how close I was. I put my black Santa hat on her head, patting her back. 'Get festive Duchess,' I laughed. She thanked me and went out, her henchman following after. 'Bai!' I yelled before closing the door. Sam ran up to me the moment it was locked. 'YOUR PREGNANT!?' 'Oh yeah, I didn't tell ya Yet, oops,'
