I just re-watched Sucker Punch and I was surprised by how much I still like these two together. I know some people think its sick and he's kind of a freak but I don't know I like strange pairings. And there are some awesome youtube videos and those inspired me.

I hope to do a fanfic video to go along with this story and I'd like to add more for this particular pair.

Anyway this takes place almost at the end of the movie but is AU for obvious reasons. First part of dialogue is not mine and belongs to its respective people. I own nothing...except the bluray.

Enjoy

"I try…to give you all…a good life. I try. I do. And all I ask for in return is just for…respect. Honesty you know…" Blue takes off his jacket and one of the costume designers, steps forward to take it but he stops her, "oh that's okay, Margot."

He turns and drapes it onto Rocket's old chair. "A… a give and take relationship but it's come to my attention, it's come to our attention that a few bad eggs. Led by one little egg in particular," he pauses and his gaze locks on Babydoll. "Have spit in the face of that generosity and are plotting against me."

He walks around scanning every face, "me…your friend. Your protector." He glances again at Babydoll and the violence in his eyes is clear for all to see, especially her. He stalks the room heading deeper into the circle of terrified employees until he stops in front of Bruno, one of the head guards, and reaches into his jacket.

"Your emplOYER!" He shouts waving Bruno's gun around. He calms down and continues, "plotting to take from me my most precious possessions."

Madam Gorski attempts to stop him and he briefly lets her cup his face, "Blue? What you doing?" she asks softly as if that will keep the rage he is feeling from consuming them all. 'Stupid woman.'

"Hmmm?"

"You got the information. You have won." She looks about desperately. "This little fantasy of freedom is all they have."

'Fantasy of freedom? Is that what she said? Their fantasies are mine. Their freedom is mine. It's all mine.' Blue can't contain himself anymore, 'I don't need you to tell me what to do.' He doesn't and hits her.

Gorski falls to the floor clutching her face while her girls watch in disbelief. Blue had never ever hit any of them he never saw the need. He always tried to be gentle and kind, as kind as he can possibly be, but obviously instead of respect and loyalty, all it had gotten him was a nest of vipers.

"No, no, no. Nobody's buying that honey, nobody's buying that Vera."

Gorski jumps up as if on strings and leans closer to him than he's wanted her to be in months. He's sick of her antics but she doesn't give up, "there is nothing you can do to me, nothing-"

Blue cuts off her words and squeezes her neck so she understands that he has no problem ending her miserable life then and there. "You listen to me, you old whore. It's too late to play the good guy. It's far too late. You're suddenly not aware of what it is that we do here?"

"I teach them to survive…you."

He squeezes her neck, pressing the gun hard into it. "All right. You…"

Blondie suddenly speaks out sidetracking him and momentarily breaking though the haze of bloodlust. "No, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to say anything. I'm sorry."

"No Blondie," Amber cries.

"I'm sorry. He said everything would be ok." She says tears ruining her mascara and making it drip down her face. Amber and Blondie simultaneously burst into tears and Sweet Pea and Babydoll just stare in stunned silence.

"Blue, this is a mistake. Please don't do this," Gorski begs but he pulls away and menacingly approaches the two brunettes.

"That's right our dear Blondie, came to us. Desperately trying to help her sisters off this most dangerous path. At first we didn't even believe her did we?" Gorski looks away. "But after hearing who was involved, frankly it started to make sense," he tapped the chalkboard. "Right here."

"Blue."

He ignores Gorski and flips the chalkboard revealing the list of contraband items the girls had been trying to get and reads the incomplete list. "Uh huh. Map, fire." He taps the crossed out word "knife" with his gun, "huh, looks like that chicken was counted…a little before it was hatched."

He steps away from the board, "ain't that right…Amber?" He's alongside her and he knows that she is trying not to eye the gun in his hand, "you have anything to say? Anything?"

"Boo," she begins hesitantly. "We didn't-we would've have stayed."

"You know what sweetheart. It's okay. It's okay."

He raises the gun to Amber's head and sees Babydoll rush forward and he stills. "Please, I'll do anything but don't…" the beautiful blonde says.

"Don't what? Make an example of her… of all of you?"

"Yes," she whispered so quietly that he almost doesn't hear her.

"All right." He says. "What will do you for me?" he asks and raises the gun again, this time pushing it hard against the brunette's skull. She whimpers but a second harder push shuts her up.

"Anything…please."

"Okay." He answers and lowers the weapon and Amber gets out of his way and into Madam Gorski's arms but they aren't out of danger yet. He might want Babydoll but he still has to make them understand how horrible the world can be without his love, without his benevolence.

"Blue?" Gorski asks fear trembling in her voice, "what are you doing?"

Blue ignores the dance teacher and approaches the other girl, "Blondie, I want to thank you for everything that you've done, the thing is…" his eyes greedily roam over the pale Babydoll, who stands ready to do his bidding and he gets an idea. "Babydoll?"

The girl moves as if entranced and glances up at him through her heavy lashes. Lust rushes through him and he licks his lips in anticipation, "will you do anything for Blondie too? Remember that she is the reason this is all happening."

The pigtailed girl studies the brunette shaking by his side and nods.

"It seems you have a reprieve." Blue says, his mouth so close to Blondie's ear that his mustache tickles it. "If you ever cover up something like this again. I will kill you."

Blondie tries to back away same as Amber but he's got a tight hold on her right hand and before anybody can stop him, Blue takes out a knife and cuts off her pinkie. Blondie screams and Amber rushes to help but gets shot in the leg. "That was for stealing from our clients," he says and the girls scream louder at the blood gushes out of Amber's leg and all over the floor.

"Ok. Calm down. This will be all over soon and we can get back to business as usual."

Gorski stems the blood and yells at him in Russian but he is still holding onto the struggling Blondie. He slaps her, momentarily stunning her long enough to press the hot gun to her pinkie making her scream and struggle more. "I hate snitches."

He throws the crying girl to the ground and she scoots back against the wall and as far from him as possible while cradling her cauterized hand. "Ok, here. I hate guns." he says and hands the gun to George, his other head of security. "I hope everyone's learned a valuable lesson, especially you, Madam Gorski. Get her out of here."

George picks her up while Bruno and Margot help Amber and Blondie off the floor. "And the rest of you got a show to do, so go on, go get 'em girls. Make it count."

People clear out until only he and Babydoll remain in the room. He undoes his tie and casually sits next to her. She is breathing deeply to keep from crying and he almost feels bad that he had to hurt any of his girls.

She quiets and he turns to her, "I've been thinking a lot about all that money you're gonna make me and you think that would give me pleasure." Babydoll glances at him and he moves in front of her so that she is trapped between the vanity she sits on and his body. He slides one leg between hers forcing them apart. "I mean…I'm in the business of pleasure but you know what it makes me feel like."

His hand slides onto her knee, caressing it gently and she shivers. He wants to believe its because she secretly wants him but he can see the scared tears caught in her lashes. "I'm gonna be honest with you. It makes me feel like I'm this little boy…sitting in the corner of the sandbox while everybody gets to play with my toys but me."

She shakes her head maybe to convince him that the sentiment is not true or maybe its to reassure him that they all belong to him and he can use them as he sees fit or maybe she's too afraid to contradict him. He doesn't know and he doesn't really care in this moment.

He has what he wants before him and all he had to do is reach for it. 'After all she is here alone with me. I can play with her right now and nobody would be the wiser. Its just me and my Babydoll.'

The notion that they are indeed alone fuels the fantasies he's been having ever since he saw her do her special dance, and its that desire that moves him further so that her legs are fully spread around him and nothing stands between them but a skimpy skirt, "so you know what I'm going to do I'm going to take my toys and I'm gonna go home."

He shoves her into mirror in his haste to possess her and it breaks all around them. He sticks his tongue into her surprised mouth and it snaps her out of the daze she's been in, ever since she saw the gun pointed at Amber's head. Blue tries to kiss her again but she pushes his face away and slaps him. "Oh is that it?"

They scramble onto the vanity and he pins her with his weight, "is that all you got? Come here."

She tries to buck him off her and he sits up and pulls her upright and flush against him. "Come on." Babydoll squirms but he grips her tighter and she stops, "did you lose your fight?"

She shakes her head. "No I just found it," she says and knees him hard.

He drops to the ground clutching himself in pain and she hops of the table and gets the knife taped to the underside of the drawer. She takes the key from his neck and shoves him with her shoe. "You will never have me. Ever."

"I own you and you will give me everything. And if you don't those two little bitches will die before the hour is up!" he shouts.

She pauses in the doorway the knife clutched in her hand. "I can kill you right now and I'll still have plenty of time to get them out before anybody finds your body."

"Amber and Blondie yes but not Sweet Pea. She's not with the others. Will you abandon her?" He gets up slowly trapping her with her own fears. "Will you abandon her like you did you sister."

"Shut up!" she shouts but her hand is trembling.

He sidles up behind her, his hand covering hers and gently uncurling the knife from her fingers. "Just think of how great your life could be here if you let me have you completely." The knife is now in his hand and he rests the other on the perfect skin of her abdomen. "I can give you anything you want. Anything…just ask and it will be yours and all you have to do is give yourself to me."

"What about the high roller?" She asks her head bent down in defeat. "Will you give me to him when you get tired of me? Can I have someone too?"

He spins her around, "I will not get tired of you for a long time and…" his hand grips her hair and pulls her head back so that the knife is against her exposed throat, "I'll kill anybody that touches you. I don't share."

"You can't touch me not until you promise me you won't hurt them anymore," she cries practically standing on tip toe to lessen the pain on her scalp.

"You made deal. You said you'd do anything for me and you and I both know I will take it by force if I have to and I will have to if you try to back out, darling," he hisses not easing up his hold on her hair.

"Prove to me that they're safe."

"I already spared them today and that was the deal, you owe me." He puts enough force on the knife to break the skin and draw a trickle of blood.

"You don't have the guts to kill me. You want me too much," she says bravely.

"Don't temp me, Baby." he responds licking the thin line of red that drips from her neck and ends at the valley of her breasts. "Don't temp me," he says again nuzzling her skin. She doesn't stop him but a knowing smirk graces her lips and he knows that she's right.

He wants her with every fiber of his being and he wants her willing. Even now he can feel the heavy arousal straining against his pants at her small compliance. He drags the knife lightly down her throat copying the trail his tongue has just blazed. "I do want you and I won't force you…just yet."

"Do what you want, I don't care."

He smiles and it's a dark smile, "you'll care. I'll make sure you do and when you finally see that I'm right, you will come to me. And you'll do it on your hands and knees. I promise you that."

He gives her a punishing and bruising kiss that is all teeth and bites and despite all her hostility he can feel her responding. He can tell from the sweet and shaky breath that escapes her lungs and the way her hands grip his shirt.

"You'll have my body but never my mind," she says and with that she fixes her outfit and leaves him exhaling an equally shaky breath of his own as he accepts her challenge.