Being new to this site, I have just became aware of the thing known as flaming. Someone (I'll point fingers here in a sec) has attempted to do so to my story…and failed miserably. So congrats to you cryingsilver, you are a jackass…that apparently has no life at all and gets kicks from writing bad reviews and stealing other people's work (Fun stuff..) Now, you might say that I have no life, because I write fan fiction, but I will assure you that I do. I have a wonderful 9 month old son, that is indeed my life. To anyone that has gotten a bad review from this loser, don't sweat it, your story is probably awesome. Now that that's out of the way, I'd like to thank the people that actually read and enjoy my story, even though it isn't perfect, or might not be that great. Thank you to anyone who has read my story, reviewed it, put it on alert, showed it to their friend, or dubbed me as a favorite author. Enjoy! (or else!)
The next morning, I awoke to a pounding in my head. I looked over to see Nicole laying sprawled out next to me. Jack and Phil were nowhere to be seen. I forced myself out of bed and looked at the clock; It was almost 11:30 p.m. I went into the bathroom to look for something to kill my headache. After popping a few Tylenols, I went back into the bedroom to find that Nicole was now awake. "Morning," she said, stretching out her arms. "Morning," I greeted. "The boys must be downstairs," she said, going into the bathroom. She didn't even bother closing the door to pee. I located my purse, and lit up a cigarette. Nicole went into the closet and beckoned me in. She pulled out a pair of white cuffed shorts and a dark blue shirt. "These'll look great on you. You've got the legs for em," she said, handing the garments to me. "Thanks," I said, taking them from her. "Don't worry about returning it, I have too much shit as it is," she giggled.
Nicole and I got dressed and headed downstairs. Jack, Phil, and a few other guys were sitting on the couch talking. "The sleeping beauties are awake!" Phil shouted loud enough for everyone to hear.
Nicole stuck her tongue out at him and went over to sit on the couch. I made my way over to Jack, who sat on the couch staring at me. He didn't look me in the eyes much. I wondered what was wrong. "Is everything okay?" I whispered to him. He looked at me, skeptically. "Do you remember anything?" he asked. "You mean last night? Yeah, I remember," I said, confused. He licked his lips and looked to the TV. "How long will you be here, Tiff?" Nicole asked me. "A week?" I said, looking at Jack. "Oh! We have to go shopping!" Nicole squealed. "Can I borrow her, Jack?" she asked sweetly. Jack shrugged, not taking his eyes of the TV and motioned for me to go. I kissed him on the cheek and got up to leave, and he grabbed my arm. He dug into his pocket, and handed me the American Express card. I thanked and kissed him again, before going upstairs with Nicole to retrieve my purse. I took a quick shower while Nicole did her hair and makeup.
On the way out the door, Jack pulled me to the side. "Be back by 6. We have, ah, plans," he stated gravely. I nodded. Nicole went outside, saying she'd meet me there. I then remembered our conversation from last night. He told me that he loved me, even thought he didn't come out and say it. I blinked a few times and looked at him. He narrowed his eyes at me. "What?" he asked. I licked my lips and gulped, knowing that he could see right through me. "Last night.." I started, but couldn't finish. His stare burned into me. "What about last night?" he asked, pretending not to know. "Did you mean it?" I asked. "Did you mean it?" he snapped, coming closer to me. "Yes," I said truthfully. He licked his lips and searched my eyes. "Have fun," he said abruptly, before pecking me on the cheek and turning around. I furrowed my brows and looked at him, disappointed. "You didn't answer my question," I said, folding my arms. He turned and looked at me, squinting his eyes. He walked right up to me and sighed. "Yes, Tiffany," he said, in a rather annoyed voice. I looked up into those dark pits, and found adoration. "Aren't you gonna tell me not to spend all your money?" I asked. He rolled his eyes and made a shooing motion. I reached up and pecked his cheek slowly, and went out the door.
"Is he mad?" Nicole asked, as I approached her. "What? No, he just wanted to tell me that we have plans later on tonight," I explained. "Oh. Well, which one do you wanna take?" she asked, pointing to the row of cars parked in the driveway. My eyes widened. "These are all yours?" I asked, making her giggle. "Yeah." I looked through the cars. "The Ferrari?" I asked, smiling at Nicole. She smiled back at me as we made our way over to the car.
We drove into town and Nicole showed me all the good places to shop. We even stopped at the Chanel store I had seen before, and I bought a new purse that cost much more than my old one. Nicole and I found an expensive little café and sat outside to drink our coffee and eat. "Jack sure does take care of you, doesn't he?" she said, pointing to my purse. "Yeah, he does," I agreed. "You love him?" she asked, smiling. "More than he would ever know," I sighed. "He doesn't love you?" she frowned. "He does, it's just…He has a hard time showing it," I explained. Nicole looked confused. "You mentioned that Phil's in the mob, right?" I asked her. She nodded. "Well, back at home, the mob is afraid of Jack. Well, everyone is. He's a notorious killer," I explained. Nicole's eyes widened. "Wow, except for the scars, he looks like a normal guy," she said. I had to laugh. If she only knew…
"So how'd he get em?" Nicole asked hesitantly. I shrugged. "He hasn't told me."
We finished our food and coffee and headed to a few more stores. It was almost 4:30 by the time we got in the car and left. "Tiff?" she asked, after I got in the car. I looked over to her. "Don't worry, if you two are in love, then nothing'll get between that," she said meaningfully. "Thanks," I said, giving her a small smile. "I know what Phil does, but it doesn't stop me from loving him. I just pray every day that I don't find out that he's been murdered," she said with a look of concern. I nodded in agreement. "You and I are a lot alike, Nicole," I said, smiling.
A half an hour later, Nicole and I walked into the house. There were a few guys sitting in the living room, but Jack and Phil weren't there. We brought our bags up to the bedroom and came back down. A delicious smell floated through the house. It smelled like someone was barbequing "Phil's cooking!" Nicole said, turning to look at me. We went into the kitchen to find Jack and Phil talking and laughing. Phil was leaning against the counter, and Jack was sitting, resting his elbows on the bar. They were both drinking beers. Their attention turned to us as we walked through the door. "Come to tell me you've ran me broke?" Phil teased Nicole, before pulling her into a bruising kiss. Jack turned on his barstool to face me. I went up to him and planted a kiss on his lips. They tasted like beer. "Missed you," I purred. He smiled a little and brushed my hair out of my face. "Bought anything?" he asked. "Yes! I saw this purse that I had to have." Jack rolled his eyes looking to Phil, who was listening to Nicole's list of things she bought. Nicole went out the sliding glass doors to the deck to see what was on the grill, and Phil followed her.
"Get anything for me?" Jack purred, running a hand down my back. I smiled mischievously and nodded. Nicole had showed me a an expensive lingerie store earlier, and I bought quite a few things. "Mm," Jack growled, smelling my hair. "Are you drunk?" I asked. He looked at me, confused at first, then screeched with laughter. "No," he said definitely. He took a swig of his beer, and guided me outside to join Phil and Nicole.
"I hope you eat steak, Tiffany," Phil said to me. "Yeah," I giggled. He opened up the grill, revealing where the delicious smell was coming from. "Sure you can't stay longer, Jack?" Phil asked. "Wish I could, but I have some business to attend to tonight," Jack said gravely. "Ah, I forgot. I still can't believe he ran all the way here," Phil chuckled, "You still have that city in the palm of your hands." Nicole glanced at me as Jack laughed. "Ever found out who that Bat-Man is?" Phil asked. Jack let out a breath of air. "I will, one of these days," Jack assured. Nicole looked confused to all hell, but she knew not to ask questions.
Something had occurred to me. Jack wanted to know the identity of that Batman guy. I remembered what he told me about earning his trust. It was then that I decided that I would indeed find out who Batman was as soon as we got back to Gotham.
"Hello??" Jack yelled, waving a hand in front of my face. "You and that daydreaming," he mumbled, as I blinked out of my trance. "We have to get going in a half an hour, so come eat," he commanded, pulling me into the dining room. I sat down at the table, and Jack sat across from me. Nicole brought a bottle of wine to the table and poured us each a glass. "Thanks," I said to her, and she welcomed me. Jack took a sip of his wine and swished it around in his mouth distastefully. I held back a laugh. Nicole came and sat next to me at the table, and Phil came in, shortly after with the food. He had made steaks, shrimp, something that looked like potatoes, salad, and some sort of soup. Nicole and I made ourselves a salad first.
"While you ladies are eating your rabbit food, I think I'm gonna dig in to the real stuff," Jack said, grabbing a big steak and putting it on his plate. Phil chuckled, putting one on his plate as well. I stuck my tongue out at Jack, and he smiled at me, chewing his food. Jack and Phil talked about explosives and the cops as we ate. "So you don't think that Zeke character would tell the police your hideout?" Phil asked, before taking a sip of his wine. "As far as I know he hasn't, and well ah, I won't have to worry about that little setback much longer," Jack replied. I stifled a laugh. Nicole and Phil looked at me. Nicole looked shocked, while Phil looked intrigued. "Jack has told me so much about you, Tiffany, you really are quite a catch," he said, smiling deviously. Of course, I knew that Jack had told him about my previous 'accomplishments.' "Yeah, well, you gotta do what you gotta do, right?" I said with a smug smile. Phil chuckled. "That's it," he agreed. Nicole looked baffled, but didn't say anything. I guessed she would soon be asking what Phil meant.
We all finished eating and went to sit in the living room. Jack and Phil were talking about the next time they would meet. "You ready?" Jack asked me over his shoulder. "I have to get something upstairs. I'll be right down," I replied. Nicole followed me up the stairs and into the bedroom, closing the door behind us. "Are you a hit woman?" she asked, intriguingly. I had to laugh at her curiosity. "Something like that," I said, grabbing my purse. "Really? You work for Jack?" she asked. "I'm sort of, um, owe him, so yeah, for now I am," I replied, after I had gotten my bags. "Is it fun?" she asked smiling a little. "Yeah, plenty," I chuckled. She laughed with me as we went out the door.
"Well, it was great meeting you Tiff, I hope we can hang out again soon," Nicole said, before hugging me. "Yeah, same, and definitely," I said. Phil said his goodbye and kissed my hand again. "Thanks for the party and dinner," I said to Phil. He smiled and bowed. "Jack, you and Tiffany are welcome here anytime. Don't be a stranger," Phil said, winking at Jack. The two of them hugged and said their goodbyes as Jack and I left.
Jack and I got into our car and headed towards our hotel. "You and ah, Nicole seem to really hit it off," Jack said, leering at me. "Yeah, but it's not the 'hit it off' your thinking. That stripping thing was for you. I don't swing that way," I assured him. He chuckled. "So you'd never do another girl?" he asked. "Don't count on it," I said frankly. He pouted playfully at me, making me laugh.
We pulled into the Hotel Ritz parking lot and Jack grabbed my bags before I could. We went up the elevator and walked towards our room, running into Bear and Lucky. They both looked at him carrying my bags. "You two ready?" Jack asked. They both nodded, as Jack opened up the door to our room. He threw my bags down and went into the bathroom. A few minutes later, he came out, in his purple suit, and his face painted. "Ahhh," he sighed. "Thought you were in disguise?" I asked giggling. He made a face of distaste. "Not tonight."
Bear and Lucky were waiting in the car when we got there. They drove to the Best Western where Buck and Zeke were staying and parked around back. Shortly after Bear made a phone call, Buck came outside, carrying Zeke on one shoulder. Buck put him in the trunk of his rental car, and followed us.
We drove to a remote spot, just outside of Paris, full of old worn down buildings that looked to be abandoned. After parking in back of one of the buildings, Jack got out and went behind the car. "Get him and bring him in," Jack ordered Buck. Buck immediately went to the back of his car, opened the trunk and slung a very unconscious Zeke over his shoulder. Bear had grabbed the two boxes out of the trunk. We went into the building, all following Buck to a room upstairs.
"Tie him up," Jack commanded Lucky. Lucky obliged and bound Zeke to the chair he was slumped in. Bear was fiddling around with one of the boxes. "Ready to blow, boss," Bear said proudly. Jack dug in his pocket and pulled out a detonator and made a face at it. "Not just yet," he said, setting it down on a nearby table. "You three wait outside," Jack said to his henchmen. The three of them left the room hastily. Jack walked over to Zeke and looked down at him, while I sat on the table clicking the button of my Cupid repeatedly. Jack bent down in front of Zeke and tapped his face lightly. Zeke remained unconscious. Jack impatiently rolled his eyes and hit him a little harder, only making Zeke's head loll around. Jack stood up and backhanded Zeke across the face, sending a loud smack echoing through the building.
Zeke's eyes fluttered open and he about jumped out of his skin when he saw The Joker standing before him. "Hiiii," Jack said cheerfully, grinning down at Zeke. "W-w-How-" Zeke stuttered. Jack mockingly mouthed Zeke's words. "Thought you could run from me, huh Zeke?" Zeke's face turned a pale white, and his bound legs quivered. "I asked you a question," Jack growled into Zeke's face. Zeke opened up his mouth to talk, but only choked on his words. Jack rolled his eyes, and moved to the side of Zeke, giving him a full view of the room. Zeke's eyes bulged when he saw me. I wiggled my fingers and gave him a toothy smile.
"Now," Jack said abruptly, "A little birdy told me that Zekey here has a lit-tle crush," Jack said, circling Zeke. Zeke glanced at me, then looked away. "Am I right?" Jack asked Zeke.
Zeke shook his head frantically. "Ah ah! I don't like liars.." Jack said. Zeke gulped and tried to talk again. "P-p-please," he managed to stutter. "Please what? Don't kill me?" Jack mocked, before hooting with laughter. Zeke squeezed his eyes closed and his lip began to quiver. Jack walked over to me and gently pulled me off the table by my arm. He grabbed the back of my neck and ground his lips against mine. His tongue darted down my throat as he squeezed my bottom. He pulled away to look over to Zeke, who was watching with disgust. "What's wrong, Zeke?" Jack asked before laughing evilly.
He marched over to Zeke and grabbed him by the hair and put the blade of his knife to his throat in unison. He then growled something to him that I couldn't make out. Zeke eyes met Jack's then mine. The look on his face was sheer horror.
Jack beckoned me over to them and put his arm around my waist. "I need you to ah, do me a lit-tle favor," he whispered, placing my hand on his rising crotch. I looked up at him and raised my eyebrows. He licked his lips and tightened his hand around mine. I got to my knees, unzipped his pants and removed his entire erection. "Aww, don't wanna watch? Well, ah too bad!" Jack said to Zeke, before letting out a short laugh. Jack put a hand on my head as I took him into my mouth. He made a lot of unnecessary noises, mainly to taunt Zeke. He huffed my name a few times before climaxing.
Jack gently pulled me up to my feet and nipped at my neck. "Thank you, kitten," he whispered into my ear. I smiled, pulled out my Cupid and turned to Zeke. "Well, a promise is a promise," I said, leaning over to look Zeke in the eyes. "Remember what I promised you?" He only looked at me, still shaking like the fucking coward he was. "Let's give you a little reminder," I growled, undoing his pants. "N-n-no, no!" he shouted in protest, but I continued. His pants and underwear were now down to his ankles. "Well, well, nothing too impressive here," I taunted. Tears were running down Zeke's face now, and I felt a surge of rage overcome me. "Stop fucking crying! What are you a ten year old girl?" I shouted. Jack stifled a laugh behind me. "Now, this is gonna hurt you a lot more than it's gonna hurt me," I said, before bringing the blade to his flaccid penis. Feeling the cold blade on his skin, Zeke began to scream and plead. I yanked his dick up, showing no compassion, and began to cut until I had severed his manhood completely off. Blood was everywhere. It poured out of his penis-less crotch like a fountain. Zeke's screams were now piercing, so after throwing my knife and the small, bleeding organ on the ground, I put my hands around his throat. Zeke gasped for air, and looked almost relieved when Jack came and pulled me off of him. "Now, now sweetheart, I want a turn," he cooed into my ear.
I retrieved my knife and walked over to the table, cleaning it off with my shirt. The Joker had his knife to Zeke's face, mumbling to him again. I saw Jack's hands begin to move, and although I couldn't see what he was doing, Zeke's screams said it all. A moment later, Jack stood up, put his hands on his hips and sighed. He looked back at me and nodded his head for me to come over. I got up off the table, as Jack moved out of the way, revealing Zeke's newly slashed cheeks. He had sliced them in the same manner that his own face had been cut. "Well, whaddya think?" Jack asked expectantly. I smiled and nodded. "Not bad," I replied.
Jack turned to Zeke and looked at his watch. "Well, I'd love to hang around, but ah, I've got places to go, people to ah, do," Jack said glancing at me and laughing. He grabbed the detonator off the table, took my hand and ushered me out of the building.
"Where to, boss?" Bear asked as we got in. "Go a few blocks down," Jack replied. "Here," Jack pointed to an empty parking area. The old building that Zeke was in, was far away, but still visible. Jack pulled the detonator out of his coat. Before pushing it, he glanced over at me, then offered me the device. I took it from him, and he put his hands behind his head and sat back. Without hesitation, I pushed down on the button. The explosion was deafening, even from where we were, inside the car. Jack began laughing menacingly, and I found myself laughing with him. We watched the building erupt in flames before hightailing it. The faint sound of sirens could be heard, making me scoff. "Fun?" Jack asked frivolously. I giggled and nodded. It really was exciting to me. I could almost feel the blood running through my veins when I had this sort of rush. I really needed to blow shit up more often.
"Now that ah, business is taken care of, you and I can have some real fun," Jack purred, before crushing his lips against mine.
Okay, I don't know for sure if you can really wake an unconscious person up by slapping them, but in Mbunny-verse, that kind of shit happens. I hope everyone liked this chapter. Sorry its not longer, I just thought that it would be good to stop here before I find myself going into some sort of writing frenzy due to the next, uh, event. *looks around* Peace! -Mbunny