It was a scene from a movie. Behind them was the full moon, their silhouettes against it. His lips pressed against her neck. He was so much taller than her that it was quite awkward. But she did not care, for she was frozen. The rooftop they were on was silent. The sky had no stars. Only that moon was there to keep them company.

"I want to play a game."

As he whispered the words, she felt the cool tip of his revolver on her temple. The cold sensation spread across her body and the adrenaline reach her fingertips. But she did not dare returned to his former height and smiled at her, searching for the fear. She slowly blinked and looked back at him with a smile to match.

"Sure Mista J."

His grin grew and she could feel his hand tense. He leaned down and pressed his forehead against hers.

"Russian Roulette."

Again she blinked slowly. Her heart's pace picking up. Surely he could hear it. She placed her hands up and cupped his face.

"You know I love gambling."

She had no choice but to play. She could only wait and see if she would pass this test. He smiled even wider and leaned forward to kiss her. After five terrible seconds, he pulled the trigger. Nothing. She had survived another night with the Joker.

"Lets go home."

He turned away from her and skipped lightly across the rooftop. She was not his lover. Nor was she his hired help. She was his prisoner, his toy to play with when he pleased. In many ways she was like a slave.

She looked up to the moon and then down at the street far below. It was beckoning for her to jump to it. But she looked away and walked back to her master.

"Not tonight."

Russian roulette is a game where a single bullet is placed into a revolver, which is then spun. You do not know if you are going to blow your brains out or not. Hence the roulette part. R/R please!