Disclaimer: Don't own 'em they are owned by people richer than I.

A/N this is an answer to a challenge Take your favorite cartoon character/s and make them human, then include them in a story with our fabulous guys - The Magnificent Seven. Well I have four faves and two don't really fit into any of the universes that have been established (Piglet and Tinkerbell well she'd fit into D&D but here is an ATF with my other two Faves. Also I know NOTHING about wine except that I like yellow tail and the web was no help so I faked it.

Rang-Tang-Ding-Dong

Chapter One: Dinner

Ezra pulled the jag up to the restaurants valet parking. As the valet came over Ezra and his passenger Vin got out of the car Ezra handed the keys to the valet upon retrieving the claim ticket he and Vin approached the man who stood waiting for them.

"Evening Mr. Stryker, Mr. Taylor." The man said "She's waiting inside with her business partner."

"You never said anything about a business partner Mr. Aces." Ezra said as they entered the main lobby of the restaurant.

"Well Mr. J is more like the owner while Quinn's more the face of the operation." Mr. Ace said "People prefer to do business with a pretty face."

"I see." Ezra said as he and Vin followed the man. The team was not prepared for two arms dealers especially if this Mr. J was anything like the woman.

The case had been given to them just over a month ago. An arms dealer by the name of Harley Quinn had caught the eye of the ATF. She was a former F.B.I physiatrist whose birth name was Harleen Quinzel, she'd disappeared six years ago, and after an extensive search she'd turned up five months ago at a bust in San Antonio. The bust went sour and she escaped. Then eight weeks ago she'd turned up again on a surveillance tape from a where house. It was of her selling a buyer guns then turning around and killing him. The ATF was brought in and Ezra worked to get contact with one of Quinn's underling then Vin and himself had worked for nearly two weeks to set up this meeting with, they thought just. Miss. Quinn, but who was this Mr. J?

The three entered the private back dining room. Quinn sat at the table in her ever present red and black this time it was a red and black suit with her blonde hair pulled into high pig-tails held tight with red ribbons.

"Hey'a boys." She said in her cheerful, breathy yet girly voice-like that of a love stuck teeny bopper. "I'd like ya all to meet my puddin' pop Mister. J"

Vin and Ezra turned to see the man in the pale grey suit with the deep purple shirt. He had a long face with a long nose. His pale complexion stood out against his jet black hair that seemed to glow green in the light.

Their stomachs lurched. Mr. J was Jack Napier a.k.a The Joker one of the most ruthless mob bosses in Colorado. He gave Quinn a cold glare, then gave Vin and Ezra the once over.

"My aren't we dapper." He said looking at Ezra. "Helmut Lang?"

"Dolce and Gabbana." Ezra replied

"Please sit." The Joker said, Vin and Ezra did

"My man tells me you're a big time arms dealer from Las Vegas, and that you're looking to move merchandise to a guerilla faction in Bolivia." Joker said Ezra nodded" Why Bolivia"

"They pay very well. The faction from the north pays double my rate and the faction from the south pays triple." Ezra said with a smile

"You play both sides, I like it.' The Joker smiled. "Let's have a drink." He said beckoning the waiter.

"What'll it be boys?" Harley asked "Sex on the beach, Sledgehammer, Long Hard Screw."

"I'll have a glass of Chateau Lafitte Rothschild." Ezra said "actually bring a bottle for the table" the waiter nodded and left. "Always been a favorite of mine."

"Yes it's very nice, thank you" The Joker.

An hour later Vin and Ezra were driving away from the restaurant. Vin pulled out his cell and dialed.

"Hey Chris yes.. oh your gonna' love this. Get JD to pull up everything he can on the Jack Napier… Yea The Joker….We'll be there in ten." Vin hung up and turned to Ezra "meet at the safe house Chris is gonna' put us up in that swanky hotel over on 15th, ya know the one that charges like three hundred dollars a night."

"The Regency?" Ezra

"Yea that's the one." Vin said

"The ATF must want us to look good or else we'd be staying at the motel six." Ezra smiled as he turned onto the street to head to the safe house.

The agents parked and headed inside, the other five men were already waiting. Chris handed Vin and Ezra a folder and the two agents sat down to read them.

"My god." Ezra said reading it

"So what's our plan of action?" Vin