Victor's foot collided with the pedal.
The car responded fast, taking off into the night, and dragging him and I with it. I closed my eyes, letting my fake red hair blow in reply to the wind.
"You killed two mob bosses, are you insane?" Victor snapped, just as I was building to a sense of euphoria.
I flashed him a grin. "It was far easier than I thought, really should have had more security. Oh you should have seen the Don's face when I held the gun to him!" I replied, carefree and giggling.
His face was serious as he cut through lines of traffic. "Marcie, you're gonna have the rest of the mob coming after you! I told you to be fucking careful!"
"I was careful, I killed them all so I left no witnesses, and no one saw through my disguise!"
"You went up to a room with three dangerous strangers, and then held the Don at gun point on your own! What would have happened if something went wrong and you needed help? I couldn't get up to the rooms because I don't own a keycard!"
"Well, it worked out in the end, didn't it?"
He groaned, taking another turn. "Whilst giving me a heart attack. I swear to God once we get somewhere safe I'm gonna..."
I turned to look at him, my brow furrowed. "What? What are you gonna do, big shot?"
He sighed but kept his eyes on the road. "Never you mind, just shut up."
"No, please tell me. I'd love to know what you're gonna do to put me in my place. Kill me? Oh yeah I'm sure that would fucking work out-"
"Marceline, shut up!" he yelled, temporarily letting go of the wheel to exclaim with his hands. "Just because I don't want you dead doesn't mean that I want to listen to your whining!"
I was about to say something, but closed my mouth, and turned to look out of the window. We drove the rest of the way in silence, however I didn't actually know where we were going before we got there. We pulled up outside of an apartment complex in the Narrows, and he shut off the engine. Curiously, I got out of the car, and he did also, slamming the door behind him.
Why was he being so temperamental? I shrugged it off, and though he didn't say anything about it, I followed him up the stairs of the entrance. He approached the elevator, and waited for me to get in before closing the doors behind me. We stood next to each other quietly, and I kept sneaking looks at him. His face was as I had never seen it before - stern and no nonsense. He didn't look back at me.
As the elevator neared the fourth floor, my hand snaked its way over to his. He didn't flinch, but instead grasped my hand tightly and used it to pull me closer to his side. I yelped high pitched, but soon calmed down, and tipped my head to rest on me.
"You drive me mad." he sighed, finally.
"I hope so." I murmured in reply, as the metal doors of the elevator parted.
He chuckled under his breath, and with the grip on my hand still strong, he pulled me into the lobby. Smoothly he slipped his keys into the hole of his door, and opened it, moving me in first.
The apartment was small and kind of dingy, with dark painted walls and the smell of old cigarettes in the air. There was a double bed in the corner which took up most of the space, and next to it was a sort of kitchen space, with a petite refrigerator, and a hob.
I couldn't really take in much more, as the next moment the door was closed, and I was being slammed against it. I groaned a little at the impact, and Victor took this to put his mouth on mine, in a strangely gentle kiss. Taken aback, I paused before bringing my hands up to the back of his head, and pushing him into more of a brutal kiss.
His hands came down to my hips, and he picked me up as I weigh nothing, before pressing me down on the bed.
I couldn't help but stare up at him happily afterwards. We were laid on the bed together, he was big spoon, and I was turned toward him in his arms. He had a TV very close, and so was watching some trashy reality show; he paused to look down at me.
"What's up, baby?" he asked, his voice soft.
"I think I'm in love." I murmured, mine pathetically sweet.
He raised an eyebrow. "And why do you think that?" he replied.
I shrugged. "I feel stupid, but I feel like I'm meant to be with you, even if I've only known you a couple weeks. I hated you before because I didn't want to admit it to myself."
He scratched his neck. "Well I'm sorry to break it to you, but a have a wife and kids back home."
I stared up at him, my eyes brimming with tears. "W-wha?" I stammered, my voice shaking.
He gave me a smile. "I'm fucking with you, man, don't cry."
I punched him in the arm but began to laugh, my tears dripping down my face. He pulled me close to him, and I could smell the faint scent of aftershave. Most of it was just cigarettes and whisky, which wasn't really appealing most of the time, but for some reason when it came to him, it was.
When I pulled away, I caught a glimpse of the time, and my heart missed a beat.
"Oh, fuck, I'll have to get back home." I swore, sitting upright suddenly, and attempting to pull my clothes on.
He helped me by passing them over. "I'll drive you, I don't want you risking getting the subway at this time of night." he added, his face a little less happy. Maybe he was missing me already.
I rolled my eyes. "You're so worried about me, but fine, I'll allow you to drive me. Drop me off where you did before so my dad doesn't see you."
He chuckled, pulling his clothes on also. "Maybe I should run in and meet him at one in the morning, and tell him I just screwed his daughter."
I paused to turn to him, giving him a very hard, cold glare. "You do that, and we're both dead meat, do you understand?"
He held up his hands. "Wow, I was joking. And I'm sure he's a better guy than you say he is."
"Victor, you're a killer, yes? Well he makes you look like Little Bo Peep in comparison. One day maybe I can introduce you two, but for now, I can't tell him who you are, or show you him, as I don't want you getting cut up." I sighed, coming over to drape my hands around his shoulders. "It's funny that you're both so alike, and yet you'd be the most at odds."
He scoffed, before kissing my forehead. "I think everyone in the world is against me, doll, now come on and I'll get you home before we get turned into mincemeat."
I beamed at him, and the two of us finished dressing and returned to the car.
"I never asked - what did Pacino tell you when you held him at gunpoint?" he asked, on the ride home.
"He told me that Happy was most likely working in a steel mill in Blüdhaven." I repeated.
He paused. "There's not many steel mills there, it's bound to be the Sionus steel mill. It got relocated from Gotham to Blüdhaven a few years back, but I don't think it's ever been used as an actual steel mill. It's full of criminals, most likely big men who can transport goods all day."
I chewed my lip. "I was focusing so much on taking out Happy that I didn't realise that we'd have to take out the other guys."
"I'll take you there next week, and I'll help you take out the guys, but it sure won't be easy."
"Next week? Aw I was thinking about tomorrow!" I sighed.
He shook his head. "You need a break to do school stuff, or whatever your week is made up of. Anyway I have some jobs booked that I can't pass up."
"Ah fine, next week then. Don't flake on me or I'll go by myself and get myself killed."
He scoffed, slowing the car down as we came to my usual stop. "You sure know how to blackmail me. Now have a good night, and don't tell your dad about me."
He leaned over and gave me a kiss, and I beamed back at him.
"Bye, Victor." I sent off, getting out of the car, and closing the door behind me.
It sped off, and I waved after him, but I still didn't drop my guard - that stupid Greybat might be around again. I passed through the same alley, with no sign of anyone else, and I sighed happily. Tonight was really shaping up to be a really good night, I had found myself a man, killed three people, and hadn't been stopped by a caped vigilante.
I finally found my way back to the hideout, and snuck in through the side entrance. The henchmen were playing cards in the lounge and so luckily I didn't come across any of them, as I crept quietly along the halls. Stupidly I had gotten to the hall of mirrors, thinking I was safe, before I heard someone behind me clearing their throat. I spun around to see the Joker there.
"Where the hell have you been to, hmm?" he asked, his tone dangerously low.
I simpered. "Hi, dad, I was erm... out with Violet." I replied, trying to think of my words.
"You better watch yourself with all this going out until the early hours of the morning. I don't appreciate disobedience." he warned.
"Sorry." I replied.
He neared me. "You smell like cigarettes, want to tell me why?" he asked.
I hesitated, I really couldn't tell him that I had visited the apartment of a man, he wouldn't hold back. "One of my other friends was smoking around me." I replied, my face unhumorous.
He exhaled heavily. "I don't want you coming back here smelling of smoke ever again, and don't test my generosity."
I raised an eyebrow. "Don't you smo-"
He cut me off with a growl. "Get to you room and shut up!"
I didn't give anymore cheek, I just turned on my heel and headed into my room, closing the door behind me. As if I was going to listen to him.
I laughed, what the hell was he gonna do about it?
