We didn't stay as long as I did yesterday. He still wanted to go back to the Smile and Grin. So after spending a good number of hours in my studio we went back to the Penthouse to get ready to go out. I put on the gold dress I'd stolen from the designer store, matching it with gold and red jewelry. Chains, rings, bracelets, one or two cuffs on each upper arm. I did a red smokey eye, loving the way my tattoos looked on my cheek with the makeup. Then I curled my hair and put on a pair of red stilettos. I wasn't planning on dancing so my shoes could be as pinchy as they wanted.

He drove us in the Jokermobile again, Jonny and Frankie already waiting in the VIP section. Benny sent over J's usual glass of amber colored liquor and a drink he dubbed "The Harley Quinn." I have no idea what's in it, but It's blue and the rim has red sugar and there's two umbrellas. Whatever it is, it's delicious and Benny is a genius.

Frankie stood as a sort of "outer guard," a few feet before the little area where we sat. Jonny sat as the "inner guard." And there were a number of J's guys littered around the club. While not exactly a "safe space" for Gotham, the Smile and Grin was as safe for us as the Penthouse.

"You've got someone coming over in a minute." Jonny said to J, "Servis Charge wants to extend his regards."

"You know a guy named service charge?"

"Servis has been running a crew for me for a long time. Fancies himself a rapper." J laughed.

The man that arrived a short while later was definitely not the type you'd expect to be rapping. He looked more like an accountant in a costume. "Good to see you back, J."

Servis dropped into the booth with a wide grin, "We been makin' some good money while you been gone."

"You saying I'm bad for business?"

The fear in his eyes was palpable, "No way, man! I just meant things have been going well."

"With me out of the way." the undercurrent of malice in his tone made me grin.

"What, no! No, no, no, no, no way. I been workin' hard for you, J. That's all I meant. Business has been better with you out again cuz everybody's scared of steppin' outta line."

J laughed, much to Servis's relief. He slowly chuckled along, still feeling unsettled and unsure of his standing.

One hand raked through green hair, smile plastered across alabaster skin, "You've always been a good man, Servis."

"Heh, heh, ... yeah, boss. All I ever wanted was to do good by you."

"So why service charge?" I broke in. J smiled at me, but I could tell that Servis was even more rattled at the fact that a girl in J's booth was speaking. I've known for a while J had a girl on his arm whenever he wanted, but I imagine those girls were meant to keep quiet while in public.

"What?"

"It's not a very good name for a rapper."

"The fuck do you know?" There was a flash of anger, residue from years of frustration over the mockery the name had garnered him.

"I know what sounds stupid."

"You sound stupid. Don't know nothin' about rappin', tryin' ta tell me what ain't a good rapper name, you don't know shit." It sounded like a run-on sentence the way he spoke.

"I know what bullshit sounds like when it's streaming from your mouth."

"Maybe you should check your own mouth, bitch, cuz that's were all the shit's comin' from."

"You get any girls talkin' like that?"

That's when J put on THE smile. The one that makes me weak in the knees and wet in the pants. The one that scares the piss out of anyone else who sees it.

"She's a pretty little thing, isn't she?"

"Pretty but don't know when she should shut up."

His smile widened, "We like to enjoy ourselves. Don't we Harley girl?"

"So much, Puddin'."

Servis's expression shifted. Maybe I wasn't the kind of girl he expected after all.

"I think Harley might want you to enjoy her. What do you say, Harley?"

I let my eyes rake over him. Six-foot, blond hair, light blue eyes. A slight dimple in his chin and a lean, toned body. Then I stood and made my way over to him, sitting prettily in his lap, "I think you and me could have some fun."

The confusion on his face was just too sweet. He looked from me to J and back, then swallowed and treated me like any other pretty girl he would come across in a club. "Yeah, baby, I think we could."

When I leaned forward and kissed him, my hand burying into his blond locks, I heard J's breath deepen. He watched as I stood and slipped out of my red thong, leaving it tossed on the floor. His gaze never left when I told Servis it was my turn first and lay down in the booth. I could feel his eyes boring holes into me when Servis leaned down and started licking at my pussy. One digit in his mouth and then inside me, sliding in and out while his tongue worked its magic on my clit. I began to moan, not worried about or caring if anyone heard me. This is J's club. What he says goes and fuck everyone else. It didn't take long before I gushed all over Servis's hand and he sat up expectantly.

I moved to kneel on the floor in front of him, unzipping his pants and letting him pull them down enough for his cock to spring out. First my hand, to ensure he was fully hard, then I slowly took him in my mouth, sliding as much in as I could. I used my tongue to swipe at the underside of the head as I slowly bobbed my head.

"Great at what she does, isn't she?"

"Fuck, yeah." I let myself start to bob faster and he groaned.

"Perfect way to get her to shut up, huh?"

"Uh, yeah.."

"Are you enjoying yourself, Charge?"

"Hell, yeah. ... Ow!" I'd scraped his member with my teeth.

"Oops! Sorry … I'll do better." I took him back in my mouth but this time scraped my teeth harder.

"Ow! What the hell, bitch? What the fu- oh, shit."

I really dragged my teeth when I pulled off him completely, to his whimpering, and saw that J had his Colt pulled on him.

"What the fuck did you say about the Queen of Gotham?" The edge, the danger to J's voice was delicious.

"The what?" I could hear tears in his voice and laughed as I stood.

"My Harley Quinn. My Queen."

"J, I didn't know. I swear, I didn't and I never would have - "

BANG

Bye, bye, service charge. … Such a stupid name.

Frankie's head popped around the corner, "I'll, uh … I'll get a mop."

"Let's get out of here, Pumpkin."

"Let's go, Puddin'."

But first he took the gold watch off of Servis's body and slid it up my arm, to wear like a cuff. "A badge of honor."

"A warning to other idiots not to misbehave."

"That's my girl."