How many of us want to see Scar enjoy her date night even though you know it's probably not gonna happen? See ya at the end, happy reading!
Some Just Want To Use You
"Well aren't you just a sight for sore eyes doll."
How the hell did he get hotter outside of the asylum? Shit, shit, shit what do I say, do I just look seductive, do I give a flirtatious wink? What do I do? Come on Scar just say something, anything, you're starting to look like an idiot. Say something!
"You don't look so bad yourself J." Ugh really, the most cliche line in history Scarlett. It was true however, he was dressed in a white button up that was unbuttoned all the way down to his slacks with a black jacket that was left to hang open. His chest was on display for all to see but I was the only one who had the chance to admire it at the time, wait no, not admiring. His hands were adorned with multiple rings and a gold watch was on his right wrist. The famous green hair that I had the chance of running my hands through a while back was styled with gel, I think, it might be hairspray.
Safe to say that he looked impeccable, I could feel my heart pounding along to the music that came through the walls, don't be such an idiot Scar, no one should ever be this stupid besides you've faced worse than this man. You could kill him in an instant if you wanted to, but do I really want to? "I didn't think that I would be seeing you again." Oh yeah definitely, instead go for sounding like some cheesy rom-com.
He gave me a grin, I didn't think that it would be nice to actually see that look again, this look though, not the murder you and feed you to puppies look. Maybe I'm just messed up because he's the only one I talked too for almost three months, well him and Harley. Stop thinking about Harley you idiot!
"How could I stay away?" He held the door open wider and gestured for me to come in. The room was, extravagant, to say the least, loveseats, chairs, and tables all looked to be worth over a million dollars. Colors varied from gold, black, purple, and green, surprise, surprise.
The wall that I faced when I walked in was made completely out of glass, it's probably a one-way mirror type of thing, J didn't seem like the type to want people to be able to see something he didn't want seen. It overlooked the crowd of people that were grinding, drinking, and fighting down below. The lights flashed at times and the multiple colors cast a bright glow over the attendants, yet at the same time they were still shrouded in darkness.
"The place is nice, you know it's the first time I've ever been here." I can make small talk, I'm good at small talk, it's just like it was back at the asylum, those conversations were easy. I can do this.
"Now that's just tragic," I could hear him walk up behind me, he leaned his face down beside mine. I could feel his lips brush against the shell of my ear, "I'll just have to make it memorable for you then doll."
I suppressed a shiver, memorable, that can be interpreted in many ways, you'll have to be more specific J. Frankly I don't do well when the cryptic messages are aimed towards me. I turned my head to look back at him, "and just how do you plan to do that J?"
He grabbed my chin between his thumb and forefinger, his smile could be described as smoldering, "well...first, first we are going to have a drink, and after that...we'll just have to wing it doll." Yeah sounds good, great, I can 'wing' it.
"I've been 'winging' it my whole life J." I received an echoing laugh, walls must also be soundproof, considering that nobody paid attention down below. Or maybe the music was just too loud, he ran his finger along the length of my chin before turning and walking towards the bar that was built into the side of wall. The liquor that it contained was of the highest quality imaginable.
He walked behind the counter and gestured to the shelves on the bottles, "pick your poison darling." Darling? That's new, why do I like it? Maybe it's because of southern memories.
"I'll have a rum and coke if you don't mind." He narrowed his eyes at me and gave me a look of curiosity, at least I think that it was curiosity, it could be mistaken for disgust. "What?"
"No frilly froo-froo drink, nothing with a ridiculous name, or cavity inducing qualities?" Really J?
"What do you think that just because I'm a women I want a sex on the beach?" Dumbass, out of all the drinks in the world you choose the one with the word sex in it. It could have been worse, I could have said a blowjob. For that remark I received a smirk while I sat in one of the bar stools.
"Well if that's really what you want doll…" did, did, he just send a wink my way? He opened up a mini fridge underneath the bar and grabbed a coke. Then he reached behind him and grabbed a tumbler and a bottle of Captain Morgan. He poured well over a shot of whiskey and filled the rest of the glass with coke, I believe someone is trying to get me drunk, he slid the drink over to me once he was done.
"Thank you very much, and what are you having J?" He held up a bottle of Jack Daniels and poured himself a shot.
Picking up the drink he held it out above the bar for me to clink together with mine, "a toast."
I cocked my head to the side, "what are we toasting?"
His voice lowered considerably, "our freedom." Oh I will definitely toast to that, I wasn't made for a cell and straight jacket.
"Cheers," I clinked my glass to his and took a sip, "thanks again for that J. I would have probably still been stuck there if it wasn't for you." He tossed his shot back and placed it on the counter top down, once his hands were free he ran his fingers through his hair. That's obviously a nervous habit considering his hair is already slicked back with gel, what the hell does he have to be nervous about? "You should be pretty proud at that, I don't say thank you that often and actually mean it." I gave him a small smile so he knew that I was joking, even though I wasn't.
"Think nothing of it doll...your idea was nothing short of, uh, what's the word that I'm looking for… ah yes, visionary." He held out his hand in what could almost be interpreted as spirit fingers. Such a flair for the theatrics.
I took another sip from my glass and gave a small shrug of my shoulders. "Flattery will only get you so far J." Even though it's well deserved. He raised his non existent eyebrows at me and walked around the bar to stand beside me. I swiveled in the stool to look at him.
"I do believe that I've heard those words before...have I really not moved an inch with my compliments?" I set my drink down on the counter, his hands came up to hold my cheeks in his palms. His thumbs ran along my jaw, while the tips of fingers grazed my hair line while pushing fly aways from my face. This is not the Joker that I've heard about. Then his grip tightened and my head was tilted even farther back so I was looking up at him. Ah there he is. His hands were grasping the back of my head now.
"You won't move at all if you keep holding me like this." My eyes pierced his until his head moved to lean in near my ear. I could feel a shiver run up my back while his breath blew in my ear. I will not let him see, I will not let him see. His fingernails dug into my scalp, but not harsh to the point of pain. I felt him press a kiss close to the outer shell of my ear, as amazing as that feels he better not have gotten lipstick on my ear. Oh lord does it feel amazing though.
"How about now doll, hmmm...am I moving any now," his words were punctuated by kiss after kiss. This needs to stop right now. Not what I came here for, it's a nice added touch but not what I came here for. I raised my foot and placed the sole against his thigh so I could push him away. His hands let go of my head and reluctantly stepped away.
"Maybe a little bit." I gave him what I hoped was a seductive smirk, it probably wasn't, while I grabbed my drink to take a sip from it. He slipped off his jacket and laid it across the bar then rolled up his sleeves, good lord, he has about a million tattoos meanwhile I only have one. "Why did you invite me out here J?" Yes Scarlett you truly are a genius, just ask without any forewarning, I'm sure that'll go over great.
He sent a grin my way, "I missed those pretty eyes and smart mouth." Aww shucks, you're gonna make me blush.
"I'm calling bullshit on that J, there are plenty of pretty eyes in Gotham."
"Yeah, true, true, but...none of those eyes glow when the lighting at Arkham hits them just right."
I couldn't help but laugh at that, "yeah that's true, probably because most of those people have never been put inside Arkham. I'll still accept that compliment regardless of the insincerity."
He came to stand in front of me again, his hands cupped my cheeks again and I let him. "Oh, no, no, no...doll I don't do insincerity." His thumbs pressed against the skin under my eyes, gently I'll add. "These eyes right here...these eyes kept me sane for these past few months." A giggle escaped my lips at that comment, oh no come on I don't giggle dammit, he quietly shushed me. "Look...look there they go again with that damned shining."
I wouldn't have minded in that moment if he kissed me, I would have let him and I would have gladly reciprocated. Not because of the sappy, if I can call it that, things that he was saying, I just wanted him to kiss me. As strange as that is, I just wanted to be kissed by this man. What the hell is wrong with me?!
My train of self loathing was interrupted by the pressure being lifted away from face. J's hands dropped to his sides as he stepped away to pour himself another drink. Should I be offended, or pissed off at myself that I don't have the balls to make a move? I didn't stare at him for obvious reasons of not wanting to come off as an obsessive weirdo, so I just took a sip of my own drink with my eyes downcast. Once he finished with whatever concoction he was making he came back around the bar and paused in front of me holding out his hand. I placed my palm in his and pulled myself off of my stool to follow, but not before grabbing my own drink.
He led me over to one of the many couches that he had, once he flopped down I went to sit next to him but he had other plans. The hand that he still held was tugged until the force caused me to land in his lap.
"Oh Mister Joker, you know I'm not one of those girls. I couldn't possibly be caught in such a position." My voice was layered on with a fake southern belle accent and bits of sarcasm tossed around.
My attempt at humor recieved a deep, throaty laugh from him while his eyes made languid glances at my exposed legs and thigh, since the dress had ridden up, eyes up soldier. "Trust me doll, I could never mistake you for anything less than a lady of high quality." Fight sarcasm with sarcasm why don't you.
I placed my drink on the glass table that was in front of us and turned back to face J. Well if this is where I'm gonna sit I might as well make myself comfortable, I wriggled my lap into a more comfortable position, threw both of my legs over his other knee and tossed my arm around the back of his neck, my other hand rested on the opposite shoulder and my fingers curled into the fabric of his dress shirt. Oh yes this is definitely a comfy spot.
He let out a low grunt while his eyes closed and his head tilted back. When they opened up again his pupils were dilated to the point where only a sliver of blue could be seen. Both of his hands tightened on the part of my body that they rested on. The hand that laid on my thigh moved almost unnoticeably along the exposed part of my body, yet it moved so slowly that if I were in deep conversation I would have never even known that it took liberties.
His eyes never left mine and I couldn't even think of taking my own away, what is it about the men you should never want? These eyes, despite being sleep deprived and surrounded by scars were still a beautiful shade of blue, the baby blues that anyone would gush about. Would it really be that bad to deny myself a bit of fun before I leave? No doubt that's all he's looking for anyway.
"What are you playing at J?" That question broke him out of whatever little state he went into.
A growl reverberated in his throat and I could feel the vibrations through my hand that rested on his chest. "I didn't realise that dinner invitations were a part of a game Scar."
I cocked my head to the side, causing all of my hair to sweep to the one side. "It's a game when I don't know what the fuck you want."
The hand that was on my waist moved up to grasp the back of my neck, and a large part of my hair. In retaliation my nails curled into the flesh of his neck as a warning that I would gladly wrap my hand around his throat if he even attempted to do anything. He brought my forehead down to rest against his, I could feel the hot air that ghosted across my lips. His fingers lost the roughness that they held a moment ago, if anything else they felt almost like a massage against the base of my scalp.
"I'm all for a little, uh fun doll, especially, and I mean especially if that fun involves you, but don't mistake my grand gestures of kindness and friendship…" oh the sarcasm is strong with this one, "for acts of insincerity. You're making me seem like the villain here doll, all I want is nice evening with my new...hmm friend." Sure make me seem like a bitch for not understanding what it is that you want. His lips pressed a quick kiss to my nose.
"Dammit J...you know women actually spend time on makeup for a reason, you can't just go and ruin it because of your desire to wear rouge." I gently wiped at the lipstick that I could feel on my nose. He just laughed at my distress and ran his tongue along his bottom lip. I never got fully acquainted with that part of his anatomy, stupid brain shut the hell up.
I leaned over to pick up my drink but it was just a sip away from being gone, "I'm just gonna go get a refill." I extracted myself from his grip to stand and he stood with me as well, he downed the rest of his drink that he picked up while I walked over to the bar to fix a mixed drink. "So what have you been doing these past couple days?"
He turned away from me and walked towards the glass wall to look down on his "subjects". Resting his elbow on the wall his head turned back to me, "oh, you know...reclaiming my throne, causing a bit of mischief, a bit of mayhem, a little murder here and there. My empire was knocked down a couple pegs Scar...those fuckers need to know who rules over Gotham." So intense.
His eyes got a bit darker, out of anger and frustration no doubt. Shit, I better calm him down before he explodes, if I can calm him down. Who am I to say that I have the magic ability to put the Joker on simmer? I stood from my chair and walked over to the wall to stand beside him, I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned on my right shoulder so that I faced him.
"You know they don't call you the King of Gotham for nothing right?" Yes Scarlett just go right ahead and enlarge his ego even more, there really will be no harm in that. "It seems to me that you've been doing pretty well these past few days."
He moved closer to me while running his palm along the glass, "you, you, you are...you are exactly what I've been looking for doll." Hold up...what?!
Whatever the hell he just said is not okay, definitely not okay. What the fuck does he even mean by that? He sure as hell isn't the relationship type of person, and I'm sure as hell not a play toy. What do I say to that? Come on brain he probably didn't even mean in that way, he probably just meant the exact type of friend that he has been looking for. No that sounds stupid, but then again this is J, it could be meant exactly that way. Alright, just stop thinking, ask him what he means, clarify things before you give yourself a heart attack.
Deep breath. "What do you mean by that?" Please explain.
He was standing in front of me with barely an inch of separation. "I've been looking for a partner in crime...well I say looking, I wasn't really, but how convenient of you to just fall in my lap...or better yet cell." He laughed at his own joke, it really wasn't even that funny.
Relief and a slight bit of disappointment ran through me, there is nothing wrong with feeling disappointment though. Every woman wants to be wanted, I firmly believe that to be true and I was no exception, J just wants to share in the fun. I should be glad he didn't want more, I mean for God's sake I'm making plans to leave.
"As sweet as that offer is J, I'm going to have to say no." I started walking back to the bar to grab the drink that I desperately needed at this moment. I had only taken a few steps when he wrapped his hand around my elbow, stopping me in my tracks.
He had murder in his eyes, baby boy must not be told no very often. "And why is that doll?"
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