(A/N: Sorry about the delay folks but I recently started school again. The new update days are Sundays and sometimes Fridays, because that is when I have the most time to write. Hope ya'll understand! Enjoy.)
Dark eyes stared from a pretty hazel face as a man pleaded his case in front of her. Her old man was sitting in his office chair with a blank expression, holding his chin in his hand. The woman raised a hand to her new necklace, playing with the pendant that simply read 'Ha'. She was dressed in white today, a flowing baby doll top that exposed a sliver of sun kissed skin and pants that hugged her hips and flared at the bottom. Her hair was pinned up, only her bangs out to frame her face. Diamonds dripped from her ears and she was ever so proudly wearing her ring.
The robbery at the bank had gone wrong, one of their own men had sold them out. Mister J had narrowly escaped without being arrested. Which meant that Baby could not get her lamborghini. He came home with keys to a corvette instead.
Mister J was trying to scope out the rat by talking to every single guy on the job. See, the way he operated was by only telling certain people about the job. That way, when problems like this happened, he had a group of people to examine.
When the man's spiel was over, the clown waved for her to lean down to him. Baby did as she was told, her lips dragging against his ear as she muttered, "He's lying." She stood straight again.
"Pretty baby," The clown uttered, not looking away from his worker, "You should go walk your mutt, maybe at the park."
Baby nodded silently and bent down once more, pecking her boss's cheek. She left the room another moment after and whistled for the tiny dog. The pomeranian came running at full speed, stopping in front of her. The beauty picked her baby up and hurried down the stairs, shrugging her coat on, grabbing her purse and leaving just as a scream echoed through the house.
Baby put Fendi in the backseat of her new ruby red corvette, blowing a kiss as she got into the driver's side. The early spring air was still a little chilly, so she couldn't ride with her hood down just yet. She started her car and sighed, internally wishing she was driving a lamborghini.
The dancer drove all the way to Gotham Central Park and parallel parked in a space across the street, not bothering to pay the meter; her BBYDLL plate would ensure that she didn't get ticketed. The beauty put on a white beret to match her outfit and keep her head warm, completing her look with white gucci shades. She took Fendi out the car and fastened a leash on his diamond collar, before beginning to walk around the park.
Baby strutted through the park for a good thirty minutes before taking a seat at the dog park and letting Fendi off his leash to play. She took out her phone and began to scroll mindlessly, adding things to her shopping bag. When she looked up, Fendi was nowhere to be found.
The beauty began to panic and her head whipped around in every direction. She got up from the bench and clacked around in her white wedges. "Fendi!" She yelled, her eyes worried, "Fendi!"
She made it to the other side of the park where the pond was before seeing her son playing with a stranger. Baby sauntered up to the man and Fendi ran to her when he spotted her. "You don't get to walk anymore, bad boy!" She chided, glaring at the dog as she picked him up. Fendi just grinned, trying to lick her face.
"That's a nice dog you got there, miss." The man who was playing with Fendi complimented, a charming smile on his lips as he quickly looked her up and down.
Baby sized up the man behind her shades, the dark lenses blocking her eyes. He was tall, at least 6'0, and he had stubble on his face. His hair was peppered with grey but it made him look distinguished. One glance at his hand told her that he had never been married, and his tailored suit told her that he was very very rich. His shoes weren't anything cheap either, let alone the platinum rolex on his wrist.
"He usually doesn't like strangers." Baby finally muttered, petting Fendi's head.
The man smirked, shrugging his shoulders, "Maybe I'm just special." He held his hand out to her, "Bruce Wayne." The woman's eyes widened behind her glasses but her face remained stoic as she shook his hand. The billionaire raised his brows, "Aren't you going to tell me your name?"
Baby shook her head and turned on her heel, "Thanks for watching my dog, Mister Wayne." She called behind her, sauntering away. As she walked towards her car, she wondered why a man as rich as him was in a park at one in the afternoon.
Baby put Fendi in the backseat again and sat up front, taking off her beret and taking out her phone. She dialed her first speed dial and waited, tapping against the steering wheel.
The phone picked up and she heard screaming in the background. "Daddy's busy, honey." Mister J's voice answered, cackling as the scream grew louder.
Baby pouted, "Well when do you think you'll be done? I wanted Helene's."
"You have my card, go yourself."
"But-!" She wanted to protest but the line cut.
Baby frowned and typed a quick text to Selina, seeing if she was busy. A part of her knew it was in vain because the cat always slept during the day. She looked back at her pooch, "Guess it's you and me today, Fe."
The dog yipped and she smiled, patting him on the head. "I agree, I need a new dress. Or maybe five." She started the car and pulled away from the curb, merging into the street.
In another few minutes she was in the shopping district. She parked her car and jumped out, putting Fendi on a leash. The beauty spotted her first target and walked in, smiling at the attendant.
"Miss Doll." She was remembered from months ago when Mister J took her shopping and bought most of the store.
Baby looked through the racks with a careful eye, throwing things that she liked to the retail worker. She finished her shopping after half an hour and checked out accordingly. Her helper, put her things in her trunk for her and waved her off.
The next stop was for shoes, she need at least three new pumps. She walked out the store with seven. After squeezing her boxes into her trunk, she let Fendi walk in front of her, the pooch leading his mom down the street.
Baby hummed a tune to herself as she strolled. She looked like something out of a movie, her outfit every bit as glamorous as one of the great stars from decades ago. As she passed a jewelry store, a blinding glint caught her eye. She walked backwards and looked into the window of the shop, seeing a rose gold diamond encrusted MK watch. It was practically calling her name.
The dancer bit her lip and tried to turn around, taking a few steps away from the store before groaning. Fendi barked and she pouted, "It's so pretty… and it's pink. Mister J can afford it…" She muttered, turning on her heel and walking into the store.
Baby walked up to the display, "Hi, can I see the watch in the window?" She questioned, pushing her glasses into her hair.
"Good choice, madam." The attendant smiled, going under the display and taking out the watch.
"Woah." Baby whispered, tracing the diamonds on the timepiece. As she examined the watch, she saw a golden pocket watch through the glass. "Can I see that?"
"Of course." The attendant took it out of display and Baby bit her lip, watching it shimmer. The door sounded behind her but she paid it no mind. "Can I get something engraved in this?"
"Of course, madam. What would you like?" The man handed her a pen and paper and Baby tried to think of something, before smirking.
To my old man Mister J,
Love Baby
The beauty slid the paper to the attendant and he nodded, putting her watch away and taking the pocket watch into the back. Baby bit her lip and turned around, slightly jumping when she saw the rich boy from the park looking at jewelry. "You're following me." The woman accused swaying up to the billionaire.
"I am not." Bruce Wayne chuckled, sliding his hands into his pockets. "I happen to frequent this store. Maybe you are following me."
Baby was unimpressed, pursing her lips and rolling her eyes. Her actions were negated when Fendi ran up to the man, wagging his tail excitedly. The Wayne all but smirked at her as he bent down to pet the pup. "You got kibbel in your pocket or something?" She quipped, raising a brow as he stood up.
"Your dog is just a good judge of character." Mr. Wayne supplied, smiling charmingly at her.
"Usually he is." Baby retorted, wrapping Fendi's leash tighter around her hand. "But this case is yet to be determined."
Bruce Wayne's smile did not falter, in fact it seemed to grow. Baby could practically taste how smug his aura was. She didn't like men like him, born with a platinum spoon in his mouth, thinking that he could get anything or anyone. Men like him were only good for handbags and jewelry.
The intense staring match was interrupted by the attendant, "Miss."
Baby gave the billionaire one last judging look before turning around with a polite smile. She walked back to the display and examined the words. "It's perfect, thank you. I'll take this and the MK watch."
"Of course, that'll be-!"
"Oh please don't tell me the price, I couldn't bare it." Baby joked, opening her purse. Before she could even get Mister J's American Express out, a platinum one was slid on the counter.
"Thank you Mister Wayne." The attendant smiled, going into the back to charge it.
Baby whipped around with a glare as hot as hellfire, a scowl on her pretty face. "What's-!"
"You're welcome." Mr. Wayne smirked, crossing his arms.
"I hope you know you just paid for my boyfriend's gift." Baby muttered evenly, smiling as the attendant returned with two boxes. He put them in a bag and handed it to Bruce along with his card.
"Thank you both and have a wonderful day."
"Thanks." Bruce and Baby replied, the later sneering at the billionaire. He opened the door for her and she had to keep herself from stomping out of the store. Once they were outside, Baby snatched her bag away from him.
"If my old man saw what you just did, you'd be dead." She snapped, tugging Fendi away from the man. She lowered her shades over her eyes and marched away, her hips swaying with every step. "Goodbye Mr. Wayne." She hissed over her shoulder.
Baby made it back to her car and put Fendi in the backseat, throwing her bag on the passenger side. She sat down and slammed the door closed, glaring at nothing.
Blue bloods were always trouble. Because of their wealthy status they'd had since birth, they had nothing better to do than be trouble. Baby saw something behind Mr. Wayne's eyes, the same something she saw in Mister J's eyes the first time she looked up at the window. She would need to keep her guard up even more so, for who knows what the billionaire was hiding.
Baby shook herself out of her thoughts and started her car, pulling away from the curb and merging into traffic. After a couple minutes of dissociated driving, she pulled up the the club, parking her pretty car in the back next to the infamous purple lambo. The pretty woman got out the car and her little dog yipped as he was set free also.
Fendi padded along with Baby as the woman strutted into the back entrance. The door was immediately opened for her and her baby was picked up by one of the guards. "Have Simon take him home, please." Baby murmured, pushing her shades into her hair. Her purse hung heavy on her arm, filled with the present that she had bought for her clown.
Baby's feet clicked against the stairs as she ascended up to the office. The door was unlocked and she easily pushed it open. No one was in there as she shrugged off her coat, hanging it on the coat rack. She rubbed her stomach and sat down on the couch, crossing her feet at the ankles and taking out her phone.
A few moment later, the door to the office opened and her boss appeared. The woman's lips spread in a teasing smile, only for it to falter when he didn't return it. The clown smoothed his hair down with his hand and walked to the couch instead, sitting on the end and taking Baby's feet into his lap. He stared straight ahead as he undid the straps to her shoes, letting the wedges hit the ground so he could feel her bare skin.
Baby knew that look. He was upset. Everytime he was bothered he would stare blankly at nothing and touch her, not roughly but just stroke her. It was almost as if she was his stress ball.
His fingers worked skillfully at her feet, massaging kinks out and popping bones. It was odd when he got like this, quiet and thoughtful. It usually meant he was reconfiguring a plan.
Baby lifted herself up and scooted forward, placing her chin on her knees. "What's wrong?" She whispered, looking up at the clown.
"I killed Jason for his betrayal." Mister J grunted, frown etched on his face, "But that puts me below my cop quota, which means I can't pull a heist tonight, which means I can't buy you your lamborghini." He chuckled dryly, "All because that pig got greedy. I just need one more fucking lackie and we can do it tonight."
Baby pouted and leaned forward, pressing her lips against his neck. "I'm sorry, mister." She mouthed against his pale skin. "But I got something to make you feel better."
"Oh really?" The clown mocked, raising a hairless brow.
"Yes, really." Baby mimicked his voice with a roll of her eyes. She leaned back and grabbed her purse, opening the snaps of the heart and pulling out a silver bag. "Here." She chimed, handing him the bag.
The clown's eyes widened by a small fraction, the blue orbs then narrowing suspiciously. Baby put her chin on her knees and watched his reaction anxiously, the expression foreign on her face. Mister J removed the tissue paper and took out a velvet bag, opening it to reveal the platinum watch. He clicked it open.
"To my old man Mister J," His voice read in a rasp, "Love Baby. Huh." He squinted at the shiny pocket watch, pursing his red lips. His eyes examined the gift with an intense gaze, a slight sneer on his face.
Baby bit her lip, her bangs falling in her eyes slightly. "Do you like it, Mister J?" She questioned in a small voice, grasping her legs and peeking up at him.
Those icy blues were on her suddenly, his appraising gaze going over her face. His red lips spread in a slow smile and he began to snicker, his hand raising to her face. His fingers dug into her face and he laughed harder, his whole body shaking. "How cute."
Baby's full lips dropped in a pout, her eyes narrowing, "Don't patronize me, Mister J."
Another loud cackle sounded from the clown, "I'm not!" He insisted, letting go of her face to peck one of her knees. "It is… cute." His words vibrated on her skin.
"Are you cheered up?" Baby questioned in a mewl, her eyes teasingly wide.
Mister J hummed, "My Baby Doll is so thoughtful." The clown purred, his hands rubbing at her legs, "What should she get for her kindness, hm?" He grinned lewdly, flashing metal at her.
"Whatever you wanna give me, mister." The beauty flicked her tongue against her old man's lips, just the way he liked her to. His hands tightened against her and he growled lowly, pressing his lips against hers as a hand wrapped around her neck. Baby wantonly moaned into the grip, pressing her hand against his to make him choke her.
Mister J pulled back, his blue eyes glaring into hers. "You're so fucking pretty." He hissed, barely touching her lips, "I wanna ruin you." He muttered, pressing his open mouth against her jaw. "Tear ya to pieces." His lips trailed to her neck, "You little mutt, you're making me feel." The clown growled, pulling back to look in her eyes again. "I'd kill ya if you weren't so damn pretty." He cackled at his dark joke and pushed Baby down on the couch, climbing on top of her.
The beauty's jeans were ripped off and the clown buried his head between her legs. The motions making her choke. He devoured her as he usually did, the sounds of his groans mixed in with the smacking of his lips. He moved away from her center and slowly rolled her shirt up, pressing his red lips against her tattooed sternum. The clown hummed against her skin, his mouth gaping up at her. "Whaddya want, pretty baby?" He murmured, his pretty blue eyes gazing at her.
Baby smiled prettily and cupped his cheeks with both of her hands, sitting up and leaning forward. She softly pressed her full lips against his forehead before pulling away, a gentle smile on her face. "I want you to fuck the shit outta me, daddy."
The clown's eyes shined brightly and he cackled at her candor, raising himself to tug his shirt apart, flinging the expensive satin behind him. Baby made quick work of unbuckling his belt and shoving her hand in his pants, his heavy prick smooth against her palm. It almost made her mouth water. The beauty pressed her lips against his pale chest blinking up at him prettily as she slowly jerked the clown off.
"Turnaround for me, sweet pea." He rasped from above her, his abdomen flexing as he buried a hand in her hair and yanked it loose, her locks wild around her head.
Baby's stomach jolted; it was something about the way he said the name so sweetly then followed it with a rough action. That was the kind of thing Baby liked the most about the clown. She did as she was told, tutting her ass in the air and moaning as it was promptly smacked. A hand buried her head into the couch just as a cock slid into her. Baby's whine was muted by the leather.
Mister J was so heavy over her little body and her knees shook as his hands trailed up and down the smooth skin of her back. He was huge, in more ways than one, and she got off on it. He was going slow, tortuously so, and deep, snapping his hips up at the end of every thrust. It moved the beauty to tears, and she was held down so she would could not throw her ass back.
"Ya didn't say please, pretty." The clown muttered against the back of her neck, pressing his chest flush against her back and wrapping his arms around her middle. "That was very ah," He stammered as she clenched around him, "Very rude." He snapped his hips forward and she choked, "Don't interrupt." He growled, biting into her shoulder.
"Please?" Baby whispered breathlessly, "Please. Please. Pretty please, Ja-ay?" She sung his name the action making him thrust into her roughly.
"What did you call me?" The pale man snapped the question, his tone murderously low as he squeezed her body. "Sing it again."
Baby's head was tugged up and she acquiesced singing sultrily, "Jaaaayyyy."
"You, you…" Mister J trailed sloppily through his teeth. "You little shit, you…" He removed himself from her and before Baby could question it, she was flipped on to her back and swiftly entered again.
The beauty's feet arched and she screamed hoarsely, desperately wrapping her arms around her old man. The clown grabbed both of her wrists and pinned her them above her head. Baby cried out at the tight grip, but was more focused on the fact that his cock was hitting her in the best way possible.
"Fucking mutt." Mister J rasped over her face, his eyes narrowed, "My pretty little slut. Ya like daddy's cock in you?"
Baby opened her mouth to reply but she couldn't her words coming out garbled. In the next moment her head whipped to the side and her cheek stung as she was slapped with a heavy hand. "Fuck," She croaked, her eyes watering from the intensity, "Yes." She cried, a tear rolling down her cheek, "Yeah, I love your cock inside me, daddy."
"Brat." He hissed between clenched teeth, snapping his hips forward. "What are you tryin' to do, huh? You think you can trick me with your gifts?" The statement made Baby furrow her brows, her eyes snapping closed as his hand reached down to rubbed tight circles on her clit. "You little mutt, I should kill you." Baby choked out a gasp and her hands were set free as a hand wrapped around her throat. The impending danger was at the back of her mind but she ignored it, more in favor of the pleasure between her legs. The hand at her throat squeezed and her eyes sprang open as she realized she really couldn't breath.
Baby soon became lightheaded, her whole body tingling as her fear became clouded by how hard she was coming. She spasmed against the couch, her back arching and her body rigid. Her mouth was opened in a silent scream and all she saw were pretty blue eyes gazing down at her. Her nails dug into the hand around her throat and at the last moment her eyes rolled into the back of her head. Tears stained black rolled down her face and as she came down from her high, the grip on her neck loosened but the assault on her cunt didn't, that is until she was filled with cum.
The two laid there for a moment, Baby's eyes still closed. Hushed words were whispered to her and she felt lips press against her face and a finger trace her lips. Her dark eyes fluttered open and was almost blinded by blue, a slight pout on her lips as her tears were wiped away.
"It's a nice watch." The words were murmured above her and she couldn't help but laugh, the terrible start to the day forgotten.