Smile...With Teeth

Chapter 7

A/N: this is the last backstory chapter. after this we are ALL caught up :)

~I see nothing in your eyes

and the more I see the less I like~

~Breaking Benjamin~

Joker could feel the excitement start to spread through his limbs. A night of chaos would be a good warm up to the big show later. The girl sat next to him, looking calm and collected. She had finally grown tired of torturing the nameless goon across from her. Joker loved how she followed his orders, somewhat. She had no idea what they would be doing tonight, but she had been more than eager to get in on the fun.

He smiled, there were five groups and each had their own orders. All to take place at the same time. Group one was going to the opera house. They would break in and hold the place up. Joker told them to have fun, as long as it caused a lot of trouble.

Group two was heading to the court house, they had their instructions to wire up the place and take it down in the largest explosion they could rig. That one would be magnificent.

Group three were headed to the Gotham City Zoo. They would be breaking in and releasing as many of the animals they could get to before they were caught. Joker didn't have a particular reason why, but figured it couldn't hurt.

Group four would be driving around, causing random troubles for the night time citizens. Murder and mayhem. The Gotham special. He smiled at that thought.

The last group was his group and they had the most important job. They were breaking into the Gotham City Museum. They would destroy whatever they came across and pick up an item that was currently being housed there.

The girl's voice broke his train of thought. "Are we close?"

"Almost there. Now when we arrive, you will use your bat and just have fun." he instructed, lightly flicking the end of her nose.

"What's the point?" she asked.

"No point , just letting off steam before the big job." he said smiling.

"Okay, what do I do if the cops show up?" she asked. Her eyes held no fear, just curiosity.

"Go home." he said. The question reminded him, he had a gift for her. He reached into his pocket. "I got you this." he said holding up the necklace. It dangled in front of the painted up girl.

"What for?" she asked reaching for it.

"No reason." he said putting the necklace on her. There was a small peach charm he had seen at the damned pawn shop. He had also added a key.

"It's pretty," she said smiling, then grabbed the key. "What's this for?"

"That, Peach, is the key to the apartment. Only you and I have a key." He told her.She looked up to his neck and frowned at the absence of a necklace.

"Where's yours?"

He chuckled as he pulled the edge of his shirt out of his pants and lifted it high enough for her to see the still fresh wound. He hissed when she prodded the tender flesh with her small fingers. She outlined the slightly raised spot, then moved them along the tight stitches. Her face serious as she studied it.

The soft touches tinged with pain confused his mind. He shoved her hand away roughly. "Enough." he growled.

"Did that hurt?" she asked.

"Yeah."

"So why did you do it?" she asked, staring at her with her bewitching eyes. He looked into her face, She was genuinely curious.