the joker and the jack
[original inspiration from caterinasforzas]
“Oh my god, Jackie,” Clover exclaimed, loosening her grip on the baseball bat. “What have I told you about breaking into my apartment after midnight?”
“I think it was along the lines of ‘don’t,’” Jacqueline said wryly, melting out of the shadows. There was a gun in her hand and her lips were slicked with scarlet; Clover swallowed.
Jackie shrugged. “He got a good shot in. Then again, so did I.” She pulled something from her pocket and held it up; the empty shell casing gleamed dully in the moonlight. “Mine was rather more lethal.”
Jackie’s blood was very red and her eyes were very dark; Clover could see the sharp lines of her collarbone over the neckline of her shirt. She licked her lips. “When I interviewed you two months ago, you denied any knowledge of Athena Pique’s criminal activities.”
“I remember,” Jackie said with a sharpened grin. “I also remember three months ago, when a gorgeous girl reporter snuck into a Clubs-controlled warehouse and I broke cover to save her from armed thugs.”
“That story would be more romantic if the assassin-slash-spy hadn’t spent the next few weeks breaking into the girl reporter’s apartment and leaving her flowers. And chocolates. And lingerie.”
“Just like Romeo and Juliet,” Jackie murmured, stepping in close enough that Clover could smell the sour, coppery blood on her breath. “If Romeo was a creeper packing heat and Juliet was the anchorwoman who gave Romeo’s boss headaches.”
“I give Athena Pique headaches?” Clover asked, trying not to grin and failing miserably.
“Off the record, you give her migraines,” Jackie laughed. “But…that’s a hell of a death wish you got there, doll.”
“Shows how little you know. You need a death wish to love a woman with blood on her lips,” Clover murmured, and kissed her.