Two people with a shared history whispered to each other in hushed voices. The feminine member of the duo was leaned in, murmuring her secret plans with her burly ex.
"I'd really appreciate if you kept this a secret, Johnny." The beauty muttered, handing him an envelope of money. "He can't know."
The henchman pushed the envelope away, shaking his head. "No worries, jewels. You can count on me."
Baby blinked and a smile played on her red lips, "Thank you, Johnny cakes."
Johnny allowed himself to reciprocate the smile, "Anything ya need, boss."
The woman snickered and shoved him away from her playfully, walking from behind the stage and into the crowd of patrons. She glanced behind her and saw Johnny take a moment before exiting the area.
Baby climbed the steps to the office, the beat of the music pulsating through her body. She opened the door, momentarily letting the music slip into the space before closing it behind her. The first thing her eyes found was the bar and she poured herself a drink; scotch on the rocks. She padded to the large window and looked over the club, sipping from her glass.
A moment later the door to the office opened and music flooded in once more, before it was muted again. Slow footsteps headed towards her and she didn't even have to turn around. She smelt his cologne before she saw him and hands gripped her hips. "Pretty baby." A low voice sung as the glass was taken from her hand.
Baby held in a smile as he turned her around and she slid her hands around his shoulders. The clown hummed a little tune and danced her around the office, ending with a comical dip. She was brought upright again and leaned against the desk as her boss brought out his box of expensive cigars.
The clown sat the box on the desk and sat in his chair, taking a cigar out and cutting the tip. "Celebrations are in order!"
"And just what are we celebrating?" Baby questioned, waving away the smoke that was blown in her face.
The Joker grinned wildly and gestured her over, "Come sit on daddy's lap."
Baby smirked at the reference to their first meeting and padded over to him, sitting sideways. He groped her thigh before taking another puff from his cigar.
"You remember that song you sang? The one who when you looked up at me from the stage?" The clown murmured, his eyes on her lips as she giggled.
"I remember." Baby nodded, starting to sing, "When you call my name, it's like a little prayer. Down on my knees, I wanna take you there."
The Joker groaned and scooted her further into his lap. "That's the one. I wanted to fuck you on that stage." He reminisced with a sigh, "Or when I ate you out under the table at Helene's. Or when we stayed in bed all day for the first time, or-!"
"Jay…" The beauty smiled, watching his glazed eyes meet hers.
"Hm?"
"What's the occasion?"
The clown's grin was unhinged and he suddenly clapped his hands, pushing the cigar into her mouth, "It's our anniversary!"
Baby coughed and blew smoke out, her nose twitching at the taste. "I hate to break it to you, sugar," She started, her brows furrowed, "But it hasn't been a year yet."
"Oh?" The Joker's smile dropped and he leaned back in his chair, "I guess you don't want your gift."
"Gift?" The beauty questioned quickly, putting the cigar in the ash tray. The clown grinned at her change of heart and reached in his pocket, presenting her with a velvet box. She reached for it but he held it away from her.
"Ah, ah, ah," He teased cruelly, "Whaddya say?"
Baby's nose crinkled and she rolled her eyes playfully, "Please?" She cooed with a pout. Her boss grinned and handed her the box. She shook it jokingly before placing it in her lap and unwrapping the bow around it. She lifted up the top to see her own reflection looking back at her from a platinum mirror.
It was beautiful; there were intricate branches woven around the looking glass and the handle was vines that flowed down to form a rose. She lifted it out of the box and stared at herself for a moment before finding the blue eyes staring back at her.
"It's gorgeous." The beauty breathed before the clown motioned for her to turn it around. She did as she was told and gasped, her heart swelling as she saw the engraving.
To my favorite Baby Doll
Jay
Baby silently put the mirror back in it's box and placed it on the desk. She looked at her old man with watering eyes and said nothing, only cupping his cheeks with her hands and placing her lips on his forehead, each of his cheekbones, his nose and finally pressing against his lips.
As if it were a total flashback from the first time, the clown's hand pushed under her skirt and pressed against her clit, easily going under her panties. He slowly began to finger her and she moaned softly into his mouth, shuddering as he slid his fingers out of her.
He pulled away from her kiss, his eyes on her lips, "Open up, cupcake."
Baby did as she was told and he shoved his fingers into her mouth. The brunette sucked herself from him and batted her lashes, running her tongue between them.
"Fuck." The clown rasped, yanking his hand away from her. Baby smirked and dropped to her knees, her hands unbuckling his belt. She peered up at him over her lashes and tugged his prick out of his pants, licking her hand and jerking it a few times.
The beauty puckered her lips against the head, kissed it, pouting up to her boss. "I think he likes me." She sung in a moan, taking him in her mouth.
The clown exhaled harshly and gripped the armrests of the chair. Baby reached up and grabbed his hand, forcing it into her hair. She smiled around him as he began to bob her head up and down, thrusting into the back of her throat. She moaned loudly and hummed around his prick.
Her boss fingers gripped the strands of her hair and she winced at how tight the grip was. She couldn't focus on the pain though, for she was trying not to suffocate around his cock.
"Just like that, sweet pea." The clown rasped with a grimace, tucking her hair behind her ears before fucking her mouth. "Good girl." He cooed through his teeth, before forcing her to stop.
Baby looked up at him with furrowed brows until he beaconed her up with two fingers. She stood and he held his hand up.
"Take off your panties."
The woman bent over in front of him and slid the nylon down her legs, the cloth being snatched from her as she straightened. She watched with a watery mouth as he pressed them to his nose and inhaled deeply. His eyes returned to hers and he began to jerk off with her panties, the sight making her moan.
"Unbutton your shirt." He demanded, his eyes deep, "Slowly."
Baby kept her eyes on his as she did as she was told, biting her lip as she undid one button, then another, then another until finally it was undone. She made a show of slightly shimmying and peeling the shirt off, leaving her in her bra, skirt and heels.
"My good girl," The clown rasped, who seemed to be having a hard time not thrusting into his hand. "Let me see those tits, cupcake."
Baby smiled and tugged her straps of her shoulders one by one, then turned around and undid the clip. She grinned prettily over her shoulder and dropped the garment to the ground, turning around to expose her chest.
As if it was something he had never seen before, her boss groaned loudly, sneering at her with dark eyes. "Come 'ere." He slurred, not stopping his hand.
Baby shook her head and smiled teasingly, playing with her skirt. "Whaddya say, mister?" She questioned, sucking on her own finger. "Don't be rude…"
The Joker growled and stood from the chair, grabbing her and forcing her against the window as she squealed. "Fuckin' brat." He hissed with a scowl, plowing into her.
Baby laughed between the yelps and wrapped her arms around his neck, her legs around his hips. She felt the beat of the music vibrating against her back and all she could see was those blue eyes staring her down.
It was as if they were the only two people in the world, if just for a moment. But then she came and the sepia colored picture in front of her eyes returned to normal. Still, all she could see was blue.
"Jay," She whispered, the rough movements halting as she placed a hand on his cheek. She smiled slightly as he pulled away from her suddenly, yanking her over to the desk. Before she could react, he was taking her from behind, gripping her hips bruisingly.
Baby tried to stabilize herself but she was pushed down into the hardwood, an even harder body covering hers.
"Baby…" The clown sung into her ear, licking around the shell. "Tell me a lie."
The beauty murmured the first thing that came to her mind, "I love you."
An arm came across her neck and pulled against her, making her lose her breath. With three quick and harsh thrusts she was filled with cum.
It was quiet except for the pulsating beat and the sound of a zipper going up, followed by a belt buckling. Baby laid still with wide eyes as her boss walked past her and out of the office, music filling the space briefly.
Slowly, she stood up, grimacing at the mixture running down her legs. She quickly got a towel and wiped herself off, then began to get dressed.
Baby turned towards the desk, seeing her little mirror shining under the light. She picked it up and stared at her reflection for a moment before putting it back in the box and covering it up. She shoved the box into her purse, then took out her cigarettes, leaving the office to go out and smoke.
She needed air.
Baby exited the club through the back and lit herself a cigarette, inhaling deeply. She blew out a stream of smoke with closed eyes, refusing to acknowledge what was said.
When she was done with her vice, she threw the bud down, stomping it out with her heel. Deciding to take a few more moments, she leaned against the brick wall and ran a tired hand through her hair.
"Tell me a lie."
Baby kicked away from the wall and headed back into the club, the bumping music occupying her mind for a moment. She moved through the crowd and stopped in the middle of the floor, watching Megan's routine and jotting down notes in her mind.
Her eyes had their own agenda however, as they glanced towards the VIP section. Cold eyes were already on her, even as the owner of them spoke to Johnny. She was the first to look away and she focused her attention on the stage once more.
A sharp whistle cut through the music and she turned her head toward it; her boss gesturing outside with his head as he shrugged on his suit jacket.
Baby nodded and headed up to the office to retrieve her purse, then went through the back to get outside, where the clown was waiting.
"Cupcake." The clown grinned widely before opening the passenger door. "Get in." His smile dropped.
The woman blinked and lowered herself into the purple car, the door slamming roughly behind her. Footsteps sounded around the car and she didn't move as he got in on the driver's side. Just as always, he reached over and buckled her seatbelt for her.
As the car roared to life, she flipped the mirror down and reapplied her lipstick, needing something to do with her hands.
"That's mine." The clown noted from beside her, a possesive hand falling on her thigh.
"Which one of us?" Baby muttered in reply, popping her lips and putting the tube away. Her boss just grinned.
It was silent in the car, so Baby turned the dial on the radio. The first few beats of a one of her favorites blared from the speakers and she smiled.
"The night we met I knew I… needed you so! And if I had the chance I'd… never let you go!" The radio sang and Baby joined in, "So won't you say you love me? I'll make you so proud of me. We'll make 'em turn their heads every place we go."
With masterful dexterity she hooked her fingers around his, and she shifted in her seat. "I'll make you happy baby, just wait and see. For every kiss you give me, I'll give you three!" She accentuated the lyric by pressing three pecks against his hand, getting a chuckle out of him. "Oh since the day I saw you, I have been waiting for you, you know I will adore you, 'till eternity!" She smiled prettily and tucked his hair behind his ear with her free hand.
"Be my, be my baby. My one and only baby! Be my, be my-!" Her singing was cut off with a loud scream as a motorcycle cut in front of them suddenly. A protective arm went across her chest to stop her from smashing her head against the dashboard as the car screeched to a halt.
In the blink of an eye the car was stopped and a thud was heard from the front of it.
Baby was breathing heavily, her hair in her face. She heard Jay mumble something beside her and the sound of the door opening and slamming shut. Catching her breath, she blindly searched for her seatbelt, unfastening it as soon as she felt the button. Baby groaned and tugged her hair out of her face, looking around the car. They had stopped in the middle of the highway.
With a growing migraine her eyes found her boss and the cause of the almost accident; Doctor Harleen Quinzel.
"Bitch." She hissed, her eyes in a glare, "Stupid blonde bimbo." She watched the heated exchange between the the two with a scowl, her vision turning red when the doctor had the audacity to point a gun at her old man.
Baby reached into the glove compartment and took out the pistol that was always kept in it, checking the chamber and cocking it. She opened the door and pointed right at the blonde, fully ready to kill her.
At the sight of her the clown chortled, smirking at the doctor in front of him. "Uh oh." He chimed, as Quinzel glanced between them nervously, "You've angered the misses."
"Drop it." Baby snapped though her face was blank.
Doctor Quinzel looked at her then back to the clown, her eyes wide. "I… I love you more than her! I could be more valuable! I…" At her moment of weakness, the gun was taken from her with a laugh.
The boss pointed it at his own head and snickered, "I don't care. You think I care? I don't." He babbled, waving the pistol around, "But I don't like when people touch my things." His eyes glanced over to Baby, "I'm thinking ya owe her an apology."
"I could be so good to you." The doctor continued to beg, "Please."
Blue eyes went to Baby's and the clown smoothed down his jacket. "You got five minutes." He informed her, getting back into the car and shutting the door. He turned the radio up high and the sound penetrated the windows.
Baby clenched her jaw and walked right up to the stunned blonde, whipping her in the face with her gun. The doctor fell to the ground with a sob and just laid there as Baby delivered punch after punch. She even pulled a chunk of blonde from her hair.
Lifting her up by what was left, Baby got close to her face. "You're lucky he didn't tell me to kill you, bitch." She hissed smashing her head against the asphalt. The beauty rose to her feet and dusted off her clothes. "Don't call us again." She muttered, spitting on the doctor.
Baby picked up the gun and sauntered over to the passenger side of the car, lowering herself in with the precision of a lady. She placed the pistol back in the glove department and fastened her seatbelt, then flipped the mirror down to fix her hair.
The car swerved around the doctor laying in the road and gained speed, heading towards the penthouse.
As Baby combed through her hair with her fingers, she glanced over to find blue eyes appraising her. "Yes?" She breathed, her lips in a straight line.
The clown smirked and put his focus back on the road, though he reached out and buried a hand in her hair, his finger lightly combing through it. Baby flipped the mirror back up and shifted, laying her head on his shoulder.
When the couple made it home, Baby was the first to shower and she half expected him to join her; though he didn't.
As always, the shower was a mecca of thoughts and emotions; the latter which came pouring out like water from the faucet.
After a wonderful silent cry, she wrapped her hair in a towel and dried herself off then padded to the bedroom. Her old man was seated on the bed and typing something on his phone. He was still in his suit, sans the jacket and shoes and his brow was furrowed in concentration.
Baby commandeered one of his shirts from the dresser and buttoned it up, toweling her hair as dry as she could get it. She threw the towel in the hamper and gathered her curls into a ponytail then crawled into bed.
Before she could could change her mind she blurted, "Why didn't you kill her?"
The sound of the electronic keyboard clicking stopped and a low sigh was heard. The phone was put on the nightstand and the man got up from the bed, unbuttoning his shirt.
Baby held her breath as she watched him get undressed, and replace his clothes with his favorite pair of purple silk pajama pants. He looked at his reflection in the mirror and then began to scowl at the long pieces by his ears.
"I gotta get a cut…"
"Jay." Baby gently reminded him, crossing her legs under her. "Please answer." The look she got from her boss was unreadable, so was the large grin on his face.
"Baby," The clown cooed, "Princess, cupcake, honey bottom," He rambled, getting on his knees beside the bed, "You sound upset; are you upset?"
The woman turned to face him at her side and said nothing, only raising a brow.
"I thought I killed her."
Bullshit!
"Explain, please." Baby muttered instead, resisting the urge to roll her eyes as he uncrossed her legs for her.
"I fried her brain pretty good," The clown shrugged, "Thought it was enough. Thought she would either be dead or fucked up."
"She pulled a gun on you." She scowled, not bothering to watch her tone, "She's obsessed with you."
"But you handled that." The boss grinned, caressing her legs, "Just like you handled her calling me."
Baby opened her mouth to protest but thought better of it. Instead, she cupped his face in her hands, "I don't like it when people touch my stuff, dear." She informed him evenly, smiling bitterly, "I don't like her. Get rid of her or I'll have to."
The clown chuckled darkly, gripping her thighs tight. He raised himself up until he was almost eye level with her, "Is that a threat?" He hissed, his face twisting in a sneer.
Baby simply shook her head, not even wincing when he roughly grabbed her wrists. The boss glared icily, overpowering her and pinning her against the bed. He straddled her waist and growled, "I don't like when people tell me what to do, Baby. Especially not little mutts like you." He rasped, his lips curled.
"She was going to kill you!" Baby finally exclaimed, matching his glare with a dark one of her own.
"No she wasn't, she's too weak." The clown cackled, "Just like you."
"Don't." The beauty hissed, trying to yank her wrists out of their hold, "Don't you dare, Jay."
"Another threat," The Joker snickered with a cruel smile, "You're on a roll today. What's got ya so bold, hm?"
"Jay, I don't want to fight." Baby whispered with a frown, giving up the battle. It was her fault for caring. "It's our anniversary."
"Our anniversary," He repeated before smirking, "Yes, the anniversary of the day that you let me fuck you in front of your boyfriend. Let's celebrate the day you shot Johnny because I told you to. Let's celebrate how much of a fucking parasite you are. How I managed to turn you from an empty insignificant whore into a queen of-!"
Baby slipped her wrist from his hold and slapped him as hard as she could. In his moment of shock, she slipped from under him, standing up and padding out of the room. She was about to go to the rooftop when a hand buried itself in her hair and yanked her back, making her cry out in pain. She was turned around and pushed against the wall, pinned there by the Joker's body.
Baby looked away from his cloudy blue eyes but her head was tugged straight, forcing her to see his glare. "Don't," He started in a low hiss, "Don't fucking walk away from me. Ever." The singer said nothing, only continuing to stare. The clown set his jaw and hit both of his fist against the wall by her head, making her jump. "Whaddya say?" He nearly growled, nose to nose with her.
Baby narrowed her eyes as she looked into her boss's but she still muttered out an apology. She was let go and he walked back into the bedroom, slamming the door behind himself.
The beauty bit her lip and wrapped her arms around herself, tears pooling in her eyes. She glanced at the door before trotting to the bar to make herself a drink. She bent down to retrieve the bottle of scotch when a baggie fell from the cabinet.
Baby stared at it for a long moment, fighting the urge for as long as she could stand it. Slowly, she picked it up with twitching fingers and made her way to the couch, sitting on the floor. She made a line on the coffee table and just stared at it.
Empty, Insignificant, Whore
She snorted the line.