Operation Blackmail

Three years later.

Queenie

Missions with Joker were always difficult for me. It had been three years since he rescued me and helped me. We agreed to never talk about that time ever again. I decided to do this in silence, neither needing to say it out loud.

He was the only one to know my shame, was the only one to see me in such a state. My blood-soaked vigilante looked like the angel of death coming to rescue me. I touch myself to that thought often.

This mission was to get information from a member of the Senate. I have slowly laid my groundwork for the past week, and he is completely smitten with me. He was middle-aged, fit, and, of course, married. His wife also signed a prenup, so he cannot get a dime unless he cheats on her. We rarely end up getting a mission that coronates with another.

Otherwise, this would be a Dimond’s card play. Both cards got played. Usually, I would send one of my agents in, but the information needed. The Jack of Diamonds got played, so someone equal to h