Audrey's Note: Better than the usual Author's Note eh? Gah I feel so lame. Anyways as you know DC Comics are the rightful owners of these material featuring a large number of well-known characters, including Superman, Batman, Wonder Woman etc…

I just had to get this story off my back. Let's uh get to the story now shall we?

The mood of the dim lighted room changed in an instant. Lights were flickered from black to red as the next performer made her way seductively to the stage. Whistles and hoots were shouted around the room.

"This firecracker is the one and only... Isabelle Belmont !" the announcer's voice boomed into the gold speckled mike.

Her hips swayed synchronized with every step she took. A tilted black hat lay on her flowing light brown tresses. She had such a penetrating gaze that shone through even as her hat covered the left side of her vibrant green eyes. Her slim porcelain legs and hands snaked their way to the pole and with a simple thrust, she spun around it. Her body halted and then she skillfully squatted down, taking her sweet time to slowly get up and wiggle her well rounded ass. Bills were being thrown from every direction. She kneeled and gathered up the well sought bills and lifted her silky red dress to place the money on the strap of her dark blue thong.

"Take of the dress!" a drunkard with beer held tight in his left hand yelled.

" Yeah!" echoes of the other men shouted eagerly.

She smirked and stopped her movements to scan the audience. Horny bastards. Now…if only I can find a decent non-drunk man to help me remove this dress.

The lust filled men stared, as if hypnotized at the female performer.

One man caught her attention. Her gaze was fixed on him. Only him. His dark eyes looked curiously back at her green. She strutted towards him. He looked oddly familiar…Where have I seen this face before? She took in his features; greasy dirty blonde hair with a tint of green, dark piercing evil hungry eyes and better yet his Glasgow grin…Her eyes widened in realization. It was the Joker. What could he be doing in a strip club for Christ's sake! Shouldn't he be out creating mischief? He had no make-up on either. Almost there…I'm almost near him! She gulped nervously and shifted her gaze to the man beside him.

The obese bald man lightened up with happiness and gave her the most perverse smile ever conjured. His two front teeth were missing which added to the effect. She mentally cringed as his slimy calloused hands clashed with her skin to place a bill on the strap of her thong. Then his hands moved towards her stomach then to her breasts. She faced him and was on her way to give him a lap dance. Just then, she felt a strong arm taking a hard hold of her waits. He had her waist in a bone crushing hold and whispered, "Well hello beautiful! You really had me going there for a second! Why the sudden change of heart? Am I really that hideous for you to choose that man over good ole' me? I know I have my uh faults here and there-"

"Let me go!" she yelled but her screams came out in audible gasps. Why isn't anyone helping me? These sick bastards are enjoying this just as much as him.

He took in pleasure seeing her struggle. He loosened his tight grip and said," Now, where were we before your little tongue interrupted me? Oh nevermind my little firecracker, just do what all you useless whores do."

She had to get away from this madman. He turned her body so she could face him and her heart beat quickened at the sight of his shining knife. Fucking jerk! Just strip for him…Then I can go back to my little safe abode and take a good nights rest.

Taking a deep breath, she smiled and placed her hat on the man while she straddled him. He groaned and placed his hands on her smooth thighs and stroked them. His movements were ceased as her hands collided with his. She motioned him to stand up and unzip her silky red dress. He obeyed but was abruptedly pushed back harshly onto his seat. 'Kitty's getting frisky' he thought. 'I like that.' He gazed at her; stripteasing in front of the other men. Oblivious to him. Am I that forgettable? He frowned slightly. Catching her unaware he stood up, grabbed a fistful of her hair and forced her against his chest. Smirking, he looked down at her and placed his hot mouth against her soft fleshy ear, "Do you want me ta strip ya' myself? I'd absolutely love that!And uh let me tell ya' sweet cheeks, I like it rough!"

She shook her head no.

"Didn't think so. Now why don't cha be a good girl and strip….Me. Don't pay any attention to these uh drunk hooligans"

Fuck Isabelle…come on just get this over with! Do what he asks!

She smirked flirtatiously and whispered, "Your wish is my command"

"Now that's more like it!" the Joker grinned excitedly.

She had the urge to take off her dress and strangle the green haired monster with it to death. Instead, she walked around his chair stroking his greasy hair. She went behind him and placed both her arms around his neck, then to his thighs lightly brushing a hand to his crotch. She gave him a chaste kiss on the cheek and proceeded to shed her dress while strutting back to the stage.

Licking her lips, she unhooked the straps of her bra showing her erect rose bud coloured nipples. She cupped her breasts and gave them a slight squeeze. With a few moves on the pole, she later on went to give the eager men in front a close view of her assets.

Tracing a hand across her body, she stopped at her waist and was about to remove her thong unto; the announcer spoke up, "Well...that's all the time we have ladies and gentlemen! Until tomorrow! Give it up for Miss Isabelle Belmont!"

Everyone was clapping but not everyone was thoroughly pleased. One man in particular actually…The Joker hadn't thrown in any money but a specific Joker card along with the money Isabelle had received. While gathering her money, she saw the dreadful card but managed to smile and a walk away unharmed. For now.

A/N: Why in the world would the Joker be in a strip joint?! Anyways, should I continue this? Review =]