(A/N: Sorry for the delay! Hope you like it!)
A spotlight shined on the stage where the silhouette of a woman draped in black was standing. Her dress exposed her shoulders and a high slit up her leg gave the audience a peek at her smooth skin. A single microphone stood in front of her and her hair was pin straight for once, draped over the side of her face. Her full lips were colored red and black wings lines her eyes.
It was quiet in the club, all attention was on her and as she opened her mouth to fill her diaphragm with air, the audience leaned forward in anticipation.
"My baby lives in...shades of blue. Blue eyes...and jazz…and attitude. He lives in Cali...fornia too. He drives… a chevy...malibu. And when he calls, he calls for me, and not for you. He lives for love he loves his drugs he loves his...Baby too." Her red lips spread in a smirk, as she sauntered to the left of the stage, taking her mic with her. "But I can't fix him, can't make him better… and I can't do nothin' about his strange weather…" Her dark eyes moved to the VIP section where the meeting that was taking place had halted and all eyes were on her.
Baby locked on to blue eyes and sung to them, her mouth rounding prettily, "But you… are unfixable. I… can't break through your world. 'Cause you… Live in shades of cool. Your heart… is unbreakable."
It was like only two of them were in the room as she continued, her body turned to the left. "My baby lives in… shades of cool. Cool heart, and hands and… aptitude. He lives for love, for women too. I'm one of many… on his blue. And when he calls, he calls for me, and not for you." The beauty frowned, her eyes still on her man. "He prays for love, he prays for peace and maybe… someone new."
As she went into the chorus again she swayed slightly, wrapping an arm around herself as she sung into the microphone. "You… live in shades of cool." She sung pointedly, with a teasing smile. "Your heart… is unbreakable." She tilted her head slightly, making her hair fall into her face more, as her voice trailed off on the last note. The music shut off and the audience stood to their feet, clapping and hollering loudly.
Baby continued to hold the stare of her old man and he returned it intensely with a blank face. After a moment, a smirk spread across his lips and he slowly began to clap, rising from his seat. The beauty couldn't hide her pleasure and she smiled, taking a slight bow before leaving the stage. She walked all the way back to her dressing room and shut the door, giddy at the thought of pleasing Mister J. The beauty giggled to herself as she tried to get out of her dress.
It was rare to see the singer in such a stellar mood, but to say it was organic would be a lie; she had done a bump of coke before they arrived.
Baby finally got her dress off and sat at her chair in her lingerie, lighting a cigarette. She blew out a puff of smoke and stared at her reflection, scowling at what she saw. Not even the coke could mute her self deprecating thoughts. It was a nice distraction, though.
There was a playful knock at the door before it opened and she saw blue eyes through the mirror. The clown trotted up behind her and placed his hands on her shoulders and his chin on top of her head. "Pretty Baby…" He slurred in a song, the corners of his lips turned up, "You did good." He was dressed in gold today, a matching suit set with a black button down, and his hands were adorned with golden rings as always. Inside his jacket, however there was a silver chain hanging down just in her line of vision.
"Good?" Baby breathed the question along with smoke from her mouth. "Only good?"
The clown laughed heartily, raising his chin from her head. "Spectacular! Magnificent! Sensational!" He hissed out the synonyms quickly, the smile not leaving his face. "You picked that song for me?"
Baby tapped the ash from her cigarette and bit her lip, "May...be." She sung lowly, raising the stick to her lips again. It was stolen from her fingers and Mister J took a hit, the smoke pooling out of his mouth. The beauty's own mouth watered at the sight. She cleared her throat and tried to block the primal urge to jump him. "How was your meeting?"
At the question, the clown's smile dropped. He took another hit of the cigarette before sighing, "Shitty." She blinked and he elaborated, holding the cigarette to her lips so she could take a hit. "His plan is very well thought out… I'm just not sure if I believe him or not."
Baby inhaled the smoke and blew it out, licking her lips. As the clown then put his lips over her lipstick stains. "I could help." She hinted, turning around in her vanity chair. "If you want me to."
Mister J squinted, stubbing the stick out before appraising his singer, as he often did. He rubbed his chin, in seemingly deep thought. "Nah…" He uttered after a moment. "Don't need your help."
"Jay…" Baby started, rolling her eyes. "I could…"
"I said no." The clown reminded her, as if he didn't just say it. "Did you not hear me?"
"I did but…"
"Sweet pea," The Joker grinned tightly, leaning over her in the chair. "You did a good job tonight but don't push it." He hissed cruelly, before his smile returned. "I'll be done in an hour and then you can, ah, give me some voice lessons." He pecked her cheek roughly and stood straight, leaving the room.
Baby scowled at the door and turned herself to face the mirror. The clown's denial was eating her up inside. She had proven herself to him again and again and he still didn't trust her. The beauty sneered at her reflection and reached for her purse, pulling out a little baggy. She made a line for herself and snorted it, wiping her nose.
When she lifted her head and caught another glimpse of her eyes, she frowned, momentarily wondering how she got to be this way. The moment was short lived however when the high hit her. Her full lips spread in a grin and she jumped up from her chair, throwing on a skin tight short dress and toeing on heels. She left her dressing room and headed out to the dance floor, ready to let out some of her newfound energy.
An hour later, Baby was moving her hips to the beat, dancing on the floor along with some of the other girls from the club. Her ex co workers, now employees, found it a bit strange at first that she was being so nice to them, but they didn't complain; only welcomed her with open arms on the dance floor.
"Be right back!" She shouted over the music, sauntering to the bar and winking at the bartender. "I want something pretty." She grinned, sitting on a chair and taking a pack of cigarettes from her chest and lighting it. A figure slid in the chair beside her and she saw a feminine frame out the corner of her eye. "I thought I saw a puddy cat." Baby smiled prettily, laughing at her own joke.
Selina Kyle smirked back. She was dressed in black as well, though her dress had small rips in it, exposing her skin. "My favorite dolly, how's things?"
"Wonderful, vibrant, fruitful." Baby listed off words on her fingers before giggling, taking a sip of the pretty pink drink that was placed in front of her.
Selina blinked before her smirk widened, "How high are you?"
Baby shrugged, "I only did a line. I'm afraid it's gonna wear out my nose." She accentuated her statement by rubbing the button. "I'm too pretty to be a cokehead."
The cat snickered and leaned forward, "I heard a dirty rumor about you."
"It's probably true." The beauty waved it off, downing her drink. "Another, please." She turned to her friend with a pout suddenly, "What was it?"
"A certain billionaire is quite taken with a small dark nameless beauty." Selina stated, raising her slender brows suggestively. "He's showing her shoe off to see if it fits his Cinderella."
"Bruce Wayne?" Baby repeated, distracted by her phone for a moment. Realization ticked into her head she scowled, waving her hand, "Ugh can we not? You're killing my high."
"I just wanted to hear from the horse's mouth." The cat shrugged, her blue eyes lined in black. "I take it Brucey didn't make a good impression?"
"Pfft," Baby spat, sipping her new cocktail, "If I never saw him again it'd be too soon."
Selina laughed before putting on a teasing pout, "And here I thought rich and single was right up your alley."
"Not anymore." Baby blurted before raising her finger up to show off the nice rock on it, "Didn't ya hear? I'm spoken for. I told that bozo that if Jay had saw what he did, he'd kill him!" The high woman stated explicitly.
"What did he do?" Selina questioned, taking advantage of her friend's newfound honesty.
"He paid for my gift from Jacob's. That dick, slid his card in front of mine." Baby scowled again and downed her drink, licking her lips. "I don't deal with blue bloods, kitty. Especially not ones named Bruce Wayne."
A high pitched whistle sounded through the club and Baby's head turned instinctively. She turned back to her friend but she was gone, already making her way into the dark crowd.
Baby furrowed her brows and willed herself to sober up, jumping off of the stool and making her way to the VIP lounge. She squinted and made out three figures in the area; Jay, Johnny, and a stranger.
The beauty turned herself on, pushing the beads out her way as her old man beamed up at her with his metal flashing. "Baby Doll." He greeted with a grin, patting the space beside him. The woman swayed up to her boss and sat down close, crossing her legs as her red lips spread in a tiny smile. She leaned over and pecked the clown's cheek, her eyes on the stranger.
Mister J, in turn, pressed his red lips against her ear, whispering, "You're on, kid." Baby nodded mutely as the clown's pale hand came to rest on her knee. "Tell me again." He spoke louder, directing it towards the stranger.
Baby could admit; the man was good. He went through every step, detail, and place. But he wasn't as good as her. The man was a cop. She could tell by the way he sat, spoke, and cracked his knuckles. He also had a tan that would only be possible when constantly wearing a high collared shirt, i.e a uniform. He looked into her man's eyes with wavering, which is also a tale of a liar, or a really confident person; no one was that confident around the Joker.
Baby placed her hand on top of her man's, the pleasant smile still on her face as she intertwined their fingers. She pretended to giggle and leaned over to her boss, mounting against his ear one word, "Pig." Her knee was squeezed tightly but he gave nothing away from his expression.
"I see." The Joker grinned, flashing silver. "Give me a day to sleep on the offer, will ya? My lady's gettin' a little antsy."
"Sure thing, sir." The man nodded and Frost lead him out of the VIP area, the couple's eyes following his every move.
"A cop, huh?" The clown muttered to his doll, his steel eyes now on her.
"No doubt." Baby replied, flipping her hair over her shoulder as she looked on to the dance floor.
The clown grinned and leaned back into the cushioned seat, placing his arm along the back of the couch. His eyes danced over his companion's body and his grin widened as he reached out to twirl of strand of ebony hair around his finger. "What's a pretty thing like you doing in a place like this?"
Baby turned to him with a dazzling smile, holding in a snicker. "I snuck out. My ole' man is real mean, wouldn't even let me out to play."
"He sounds, ah," Mister J slurred in a rasp, leaning over to peck her neck, "Like a drag."
"I dunno," Baby murmured, turning her head to face his, "I like him." She grinned prettily and pressed her lips against his, the action electrified by her influenced state. The beauty pulled away by sucking on her man's tongue, her hand on his shoulder. The clown growled under his breath, dipping his hand under her tight dress.
Baby ran her hands over his golden jacket, marveling at how shiny it was. "I like your jacket, Jay." She whispered, as he nipped at her jawline.
"I like your skin, sweet pea." The clown retorted, sharply biting into the bare skin of her shoulder.
"I like your teeth." The beauty whimpered as his tongue slid along the indents of her skin. "And your tongue…"
Mister J hummed and nuzzled into her neck, the sensation making her giggle. "How's your high?" He questioned, his words floating on to her skin.
"Floating down as we speak, mister." Baby murmured, turning her head to face him.
He raised a hairless brow, "Ya want some more?"
"No thank you, honey." The queen smirked as she was pulled into the clown's lap. His arms wrapped around her abdomen and he nuzzled her hair out of the way to get to her neck once more.
"Honey…" Mister J trailed in a low hum, "I like that." His arms pulled her closer and a hand left her waist to wrap around her neck. The grip tightened and Baby moaned, squirming in the clown's lap. "I have a job for you to do, Baby." The beauty stopped moving and was alert in a second, trying to turn her head. Mister J clicked his tongue at her, "Wayne Enterprises is throwing a gala and I want you to go."
"What?" The woman blurted, her eyes widening in surprise.
Did he know?
"It is a very prestigious event and a lot of money will be behind those walls. I need you to get in to let us in so we can case the place." The Joker explained, his lips trailing over her skin with every word. "No one will suspect such a pretty face to have malicious intentions. You wanted something to do, so I'm giving it to you. Whaddya say?"
"Okay." Baby answered without thinking, more concerned with the hard on pressed against her ass. "I'll do it."
"Good." The clown grinned, cackling loudly. "Wonderful, now face me pretty."
The beauty did as she was told, placing her legs on each side of the clown so that they were face to face. She peeked up at him through her lashes and his smile dropped, his pale hands rubbing her thighs. His mouth slightly gaped as he forced his fingers under her tight dress, feeling the softness of her round cheeks. Baby placed her hands over his shoulders and bit her lip as her dress was forced upwards.
The clown leaned back, pulling her with him. "I'm gonna make you cum in front of all of these people." He murmured before flicking his tongue out against her lips. "Would ya like that, sweet pea?"
"Yeah." Baby nodded, her lids fluttering as a hand slipped between her thighs. The other hand held her hips down and her flimsy panties were easily pushed to the side. She let out a quick breath, humming lowly.
"I know, Baby." Mister J muttered, his eyes watching her face. "Tell me what you want daddy to do."
Baby opened her mouth to reply, but he slowly rubbed circles on her bare clit, making her sigh. "Fuck me with your fingers." She breathed, closing her eyes.
"Ah ah ah," The clown sneered, removing the hand on her hip to tug at her hair. "Whaddya say?" He pressed his fingers down harder on her clit, increasing the pace of the circles.
"Please." Baby choked out, her eyes popping open. "Please, daddy, fill me with your fingers."
"You would like that, huh?" The clown mocked, baring his teeth at her. "Gettin' fucked in front of all your fans? Lettin' them see who you belong to?"
"Yes, Jay." Baby whimpered as he tugged at her scalp, "I want them to know I'm yours."
The prince of Gotham groaned at her candor, thrusting his hips upward. "Fuck, you beg so pretty." He slid a finger inside of her and she held her breath as he removed the hand from her hair to steady her hips. "Your cunt's clinging to my finger, sweet pea." He grinned lewdly, "Like a little virgin who's never been touched." He crooked his finger up and shallowly fingered her, feeling around her cunt. The clown sneered at her soundless reactions, not satisfied. He took his finger out and replaced it with three, twisting them into her.
Baby cried out and bucked her hips, nearly crying when the hand on her hips began guiding her in synch with the fingers inside her. The clown grinned at that, the beauty above him letting out little yips of sound. He yanked down one of the cups of her dress, freeing a breast for him to nip at. He did just that, swirling his tongue around it then running over it with his teeth. Baby could only take the pain with the pleasure, feeling her orgasm began to creep up her abdomen.
The clown felt it and added another finger to the mix, removing his mouth from her breast to look up at her. "Sweet pea…" He slurred in a song, seemingly drunk of the feeling of her. "Cum for daddy." Baby's eyes snapped shut and she shuddered, letting out a loud melodic moan that shook the clown to his core. For a moment it was just the two of them in the room; all of his focus was on her.
Baby came crashing down from her wave and her dark eyes fell onto clear blues. "Jay…" She murmured, pressing her lips against his. She slid a hand down to his hard on but her wrist was grabbed.
"Let's get outta here, sweet pea." The clown hissed on her lips, tugging her up and pulling her dress over her tit. He stood up and lifted her like a bride, his metal teeth flashing in a grin as he carried her out. The crowd separated for them, creating a path towards the door.