Mix-matching eyes, purple and gray, stared out the window of the old abandon building into the darkening street. The street lamps flickered on by blinking alive as if lighten bugs were placed into the the aging glass protector. Smoke made of gas blocked out the moon and stars without remorse of their paling light.
Her long nails knocked onto the aging wooden frame of the window in a down like pattern. She licked her lips as the last blinking street lamp stop blinking. Her eyes stayed on the lamps a few seconds longer until her concentration was lost to the echoing of footsteps behind her. She turned slowly just as a tall, salt and pepper colored hair, male figure walked in. Their eyes meet for a millisecond before the figure sat down in a wing back chair that was placed just behind a wooden desk. She turned away from him, giving nothing away.
"Hello, Emes." He husky whispered her name as if that would get her to bend over his desk and let him have his dirty, very dirty way with her. She didn't turn to face him. His lust filled smile didn't leave his face.
"I've told you. My. Name. Is. Shire." Shire hissed out, the 'S' sounded snake like. Her eyes gazed deeply with hate down at the dark ruby colored eyes of the elder.
"Yes, yes. I know, ho-" He felt her fingers wrap around his throat, cutting off his air. The growl that left her lips was inhuman. The glare even colder as her knee dig into his gut.
"Shire, is my name. Brother, dear Black, isn't here to help you. He abandoned you." She slyly whispered against his ear. Her body pressed against his chest as she tighten her grip.
She watched with detachment at his struggling.
~ #$%&~
Cheshire gulped the water down as the sun came to its highest point during the day. Her hair pulled back in a pony tail, it's tail laying over her shoulder, with sweat coating her skin lightly. She felt the water run down her chin and with a big sigh, she placed the glass away. She blinked as the memory settled to the back of her mind.
Running her hands over her face, she started to work. The white top clung to her curvy waist as the deep V-shaped cleavage revealed her pushed up bust. The vest, a deep rich purple(which goes well with her only eye), button closed just below her bust, making them pop more. The dark skinned jeans she wore were black and laid just on her hips. Cheshire's feet were booted that went up to her knees.
Once dressed and hair away from her face, she left her little, dirty, abandon apartment building.
~ #$%&~
Joker walked down the street at a lazy stroll with a goon on one aide and Red on his other. Red held a small device that was shaped like a phone. However, the device wasn't a phone, but a tracking device. It tracked wave lengths that were only found among the computer hackers.
Red stopped, pointed the device towards the right, before walking. Joker followed with a slight skip. The goon silently followed without a sound being made by his large and rounded body.
They were met up by Rabbit who held another phone like device in his hand. They looked at each other before glancing down at the devices.
"She wouldn't?" Red asked with shock deeply in graved in his voice. Rabbit frowned, brought the devices together. A soft ring like blast echoed for a few seconds before Rabbit could pull them apart.
"Would seem so." He sighed as he turned both devices off before facing Joker. Rabbit took a deep breath before glancing at Red.
"We could always-"
"No!" Red cried out before Rabbit could finished. Both looked at each other surprised, but the soft growl from just before them shook them more.
"What?" Joker asked, his temper shorten since the disappearance of Cheshire. His dark chocolate brown eyes glaring at the two males as the two shook in shock fear.
Red gulped as he glanced over to the frozen male and sighed. He didn't want too, but...
"There is one thing we could try. But!" He cried out the word 'but' when Joker opened his mouth to get them moving faster. He waited until the clown prince calmed down or as calm as theclown prince could become before finish speaking:
"But, it will cost us."
"How much?" Joker asked curiously. 'Why would they worry?' He thought with small thoughtless chuckles. He watched as the two Fairytale like figures look between each other before one of them looked away glaring while the other faced Joker.
"The Red Queen. She has a fascination for rare things, not money." Rabbit said softly as if saying such things would bring the Queen right than and there. Joker didn't understand why they were scared, but he needed a good laugh. Oh batsy wasn't cutting it anymore.
"Show me." Joker ordered the two. Red looked back at him.
"Death wish." He mumbled before walking off their path. Joker followed first, the goon just seconds before Rabbit, who wanted to run in the opposite directions.
They came to an older building in Gotham's worst side. The building tall and dark, siding shaving off as if nothing like flakes in a cereal bowel, grass a dead browny color that even if a true green thumb could revive it, the stone path leading up to unstable wooden steps were trimmed with dead grass.
The three males made their way up into the building without falling through the floor. Red moved his gaze around the entrance as if waiting for death or worst. Rabbit stood next to him, waiting with him.
Joker on the other hand, started to look around as if he owned the building. The entrance was small compared to most rooms, the walls were a shiver coal black with a rich red like pattern sketched onto the largest wall. It held only one widow and the front door and that was all. In the front of them, stairs leading further into the building greeted them silently. Upon the landing of the stairs was a lone female figure in a red and black dress. Her long rich brown hair curled around her face gave a child like innocence to her. Large olive green eyes blinked down at them before a large, but soft smile lifted the corners of her lips.
"Well.." She sang as she stepped down the stairs like they would break under her weight. "Red, how nice of you to see you." She lifted Red's hand to her mouth and gave it a light kiss before glaring sharply at Rabbit once she was standing in front of them.
"Red Queen." Rabbit greeted without a care of his tone towards her. "Red is still married to me." He stated.
"Rumor has it not for much longer." She singed as she smiled sweetly. Her eyes than landed on the clown prince and her smile dropped.
"Rumor also say a prince of crimes has claimed our own Cheshire for his own." She said without an once of emotion as if that statement didn't bother her.
Joker looked surprised before giggling.
"Oh~" He singed out while taking her hand. He brought it to his redden lips, kissed it and left a smooch of red grease paint of her pale flesh. They growl towards him only made him chuckled. "You've heard of me." He finished.
"Who hasn't." She rubs her hand against a cloth she pulled from under her skirts.
"Why are you here?" She questioned the clown as the others faced them.
"I need help." Joker admitted. Red queen laughed deeply at the joke.
"Oh," She singed softly as if still in disbelief. "You're serious." She stood tall. "What do I get out of helping you?"
Rabbit stood between them at the questions. Everyone looked at him. Red on the other hand, looked away from his husband sadly.
"What you've been wanting...Red." Rabbit stated. "We need your help in tracking Cheshire." He continued without stopping for a breath.
"Red?" She questioned. An eerie smile lifted the corners of her mouth. "I get to keep him if I help fine Cheshire?" She questioned.
Rabbit looked at Red, glanced down at the pale thin line on the other's ring finger, and agreed.
"Its a deal." Red queen took the small group into the house.
~ #$%&~
"Are you closer to finding her, Black?" The elder asked as he walked into a large circler room. Screens of every wavelength in Gotham was posted with a series of numbers and letters naming them. A male named Black glanced back at the elder as his fingers scrolled down a row of numbers and letters.
"Close, Sir. Joker has joined forces with Red Queen." Black answered as his eyes moved back onto the screens.
"Good."