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Accounts//51.

Info:The Joker is finding it hard to keep up with accounts after killing his club accountant. But the second in command, Rose, is always there to help.-

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If there was anyone in charge of the Joker's infamous Club, House Of Fun, it would be Rose. She was a stern redhead with a lot of experience in the field of businesses and clubs. She never took 'no' for an answer and anyone seen slacking would be fired immediately. Let's just say she liked to get things done her way or the highway, and this policy didn't change when she was dealing with the Joker. Some would say she's the most stern with him.

"Boss, Rose is coming and she doesn't seem too happy." Muttered Frost by the door to Joker's office, a worried expression appearing on his face as his dark eyes met that of his boss.

The Joker let out a vexed groan, massaging his temples as he stared at the piles of paper work in front of him. "Just send her away." He snapped, glaring at his henchman who stood idle by the door.

The next second the sound of angry heels could be heard, followed by Frost being roughly shoved from the door. "What the fuck are you doing?" Retorted an angry redhead, dark eyes glaring daggers at the green haired man who sat with a blank expression.

"Watch your tone with me Rosey." Joker warned, pointing a pale digit in her direction as he narrowed his eyes menacingly.

The woman approached him unfazed by his threatening tone as she stood a few inches from his desk. "You need to get this done tonight, you can't be money laundering and not have your accounts to make it look legitimate," she explained, crossing her arms over her chest. "It's not my fault you killed the accountant." She muttered, heavily done up face contorting into a frustrated frown.

The Joker rolled his orbs, getting pissed off at the words she spoke. She acted as if he was a child misbehaving. "Yes Rose, I'll get it done." He grumbled, waving his hand to dismiss her.

She left with a short sigh, shouldering Frost on her way out as he stood dumbfounded in the doorway. "Is it weird that she scares me more than you?" The henchman whispered, raising a brow as he watched her march down the hall.

The Joker picked up the stapler sitting on his desk, launching it in the goons direction who quickly shut the door, walking at a brisk pace from the room.

After a few minutes of tedious accounting, typing in numbers to his custom green, metallic calculator and scribbling down jokes on the side, the Joker stood up from his chair, dramatically slamming his pen on the desk.

He tiptoed over to his office door, slowly turning the handle as he peered out the door, looking for a sign of the fiery redhead who he had reluctantly hired under Harley's orders. When he was sure the coast was clear, he ventured down the hall.

His red blood shirt clung loosely to his torso, the heels of his polished shoes clicking irritably off the floorboards as he looked skeptically over his shoulder.

Suddenly he tumbled into something, emitting a loud, high-pitched shriek from the other person. "Jesus Puddin' what the hell you doing sneaking around the place?" Harley asked, tucking her disheveled hair back behind her ear.

Joker grinned from ear to ear, happy to see the sight of his partner in crime as he harshly grabbed her bicep, leading her to one of the supply closets on the second floor of their club.

"Everyone's waiting for you downstairs Mr.J, the club won't be open for much longer." Harley whined, following him willingly into the confined space.

"I'm hiding from Rose, so shut up." He mumbled, shutting the door and instantly assaulting her lips as she giggled repeatedly, twirling his hair between her fingers.

Just as quickly as their make-out session had started, it ended. The sound of furious heels once again clicking in the hall caused Joker to clamp his hand over Harley's mouth. He held a finger to his lips, prompting her to be quiet while they waited for the intruder to leave.

The heels were a quiet echo in the distance as Joker let out a breath he was unaware he was holding. He retrieved his hand to find Harley had been licking it this whole time. He scoffed in disgust as she giggled childishly.

He went back to kissing her as he possessively gripped her hips, digging his finger tips into her pale flesh.

Without warning the door was nearly knocked off its hinges at it swung open. Harley instinctively bit down on Jokers tongue in shock as he gasped.

He spun on his heel to see Rose, hands on her hips as she glared at him with fiery, green orbs. A metallic taste invaded his senses as his tongue began to bleed from Harley's attack.

"And what do you think you're doing?" She asked, glaring at both of them as the Joker stared at her with a sheepish grin.

"Puddin' here was just telling me about his new business idea." Harley answered for him, knowing full well what Rose was capable of if he said the wrong thing.

Rose's eyes narrowed considerably more. "In a supply closet? Because from what I heard it didn't sound like a new business idea." She stated, huffing in annoyance as they both stared at her with wide eyes.

"Oh, does Rose wish she had some action like Harley here? I can help you with that." He whispered in a lust-filled tone, trailing his fingers down the angry woman's arm as Harley stood pouting behind him.

She instantly slapped his hand away, pointing a finger to the direction of his office as she took a step back. "Get out and do those accounts right now, or else." She retorted harshly, eyes remaining on his blank, blue orbs.

"Or else what?" He dared, smirking as he leaned against the doorframe.

Suddenly her very sharp nails found his ear and she was dragging him down the hall. Every inch he moved to try and pull away caused her to practically pierce his ear. Harley giggled at the sight. He was hunched over, repeatedly hissing 'Ow' as he unwillingly followed his employee.

He was thrown into his office, blood trailing down his cheek as he cautiously touched his tender ear. "Do those fucking accounts now or so help me, I'll get Batman to stand here and make you do them." She threatened, even though Joker would love to have Batman here, he didn't want to get his other ear practically ripped off.

"Fine, fine." He grumbled, sitting behind his desk, letting out a defeated sigh as he leaned on his good ear, constantly clicking buttons on his calculator.
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