So this chapter is gonna pop up as a new one but it's really not, well kinda. Anyway please go to chapter twelves author's note if you are at all confused. Please and thank you. But look at this date night part two! Happy reading!
Some Just Want To Get Used By You
"And why is that doll?"
I glanced from the hand that held me to the eyes that scolded my own, "let go of my arm J."
"Answer the question Scar." His voice lowered to a growl, a fucking growl! At that I ripped my arm away from him.
"I don't think I have to answer anything." The eyes that were staring at me were the craziest I had ever seen till this point. This was the side of the Joker that no one ever wished to see, the side that showed just how unstable this man actually was. How the hell does he go from declaring partnership to looking as though he would strangle me at any moment? I kind of regret not looking at that file the other day when I had the chance, at least then I would have known what I was walking into. "I said no, so you can either accept that or the next time you touch me you can get a broken arm. Your choice."
Maybe, just maybe, now would be a good time to leave. He looked away from me for a moment while running his fingers through the hair that he had mussed up, it now matched the crazy eyes he sported. "What the fuck do you want J?!"
"I don't think you could handle what I want from you doll." Oh hardy har har J, double entendres are so funny.
"Alright that's enough, I'm sick of this bullshit J. Tell me why you invited me over, because it sure as hell wasn't for a drink, so tell me cause my foot is about two seconds away from breaking a few ribs ." Were threats really necessary? It was kind of badass and idiotic at the same time, but I just seem to dig deeper holes for myself every time I open my mouth around him.
"Now I might, just might be wrong but I am fairly fucking sure we already went over this, and I'm really not one for repeating myself, gets a bit boring." Oooh, so scary, big bad Joker making threats. I took a few deliberate steps towards him, the heels of my boots made a dull thud on the floor.
"Well it's a good thing I'm not asking for a repeat isn't it? Look I just want to know what you're playing at, I can smell an ulterior motive from a mile away…"
"Oh really, tell me, what does that smell like." Rude J...just fucking rude.
"Oh fuck off J…"I'll admit, bad word choice, "my point being, you want something. Now wether that's sex or whatever type of 'favor' you want for busting me out of Arkham you better tell me right now. Because I'm expecting to leave Arkham without owing any debts." I could have lived my life without bringing up the topic of sex to him. I swear most of the time my brain has no filter.
That predatory smirk returned to his face while he closed the distance between us. "So you admit you owe me something huh?" Of course that's all he heard, at least he didn't acknowledge the little "fuck off" quip.
I placed my hand against the center of his chest and pushed to put some space between us. "For the record I don't owe you anything, half of the idea was mine after all. You just had the means to implement it." His right hand came up from his side to cover mine that was on his chest, his fingers curled around the outer edge of my palm so that I wouldn't pull away. There was a brief moment of silence between us. At that point I took notice of a few things, however unimportant they seemed to be. I realized how hard my heart was beating within my chest, I could make out what song was blasting through the speakers below, and I could feel the steady thumping of his heart beneath my fingertips.
He let out a huff of annoyance, "I'll admit doll, there is something that you can do for me." His free hand rose towards my chin, but before he could touch me I grabbed his wrist.
"And on that note, I'm leaving." I ripped the hand that he held towards his chest away and took a few steps back. His hand shot and grabbed my elbow, my hand clenched into a fist out of reflex, I raised it in warning.
He released his grip and held his hands up in a gesture of surrender, his smirk however showed the amusement he found in my actions. "Feisty, feisty, feisty Scar ...hmm, when I spoke of favors I uh didn't mean in that way. Unless you want to of course…" I narrowed my eyes at him, bad thing about it though is that I wouldn't mind actually, God you fucking idiot "alright, alright, I just need one teeny, tiny, itsy bitsy favor doll. Not too much to ask in my opinion."
Our opinions might differ on that subject. Anger boiled inside of me at his confession, before I could even think about the consequences of a very bad decision my hand raised up and slapped his tattooed cheek. "Fuck you J! If you needed a job done you could have said so in the beginning. You know what, do your own goddamn job J, because I sure as hell don't need my name anywhere near yours."
His right hand briefly rubbed the cheek that I slapped before it came and grabbed my chin, not gently I might add. My hand came up to clasp at his wrist, and with the other hand I dug my fingernails into his neck, "Get your fucking hands off of me J!"
He brought his face level with mine, "don't act like you don't enjoy. Every. Single. Minute. Of. This." His words were punctuated with pauses and slight pressure applied at the fingertips. Pressure that I retaliated.
I'll admit that I always have had a slight anger problem, but I've noticed that around J my fuse just seems to be getting shorter and shorter. I brought my foot up and swiftly brought the heel of my boot down onto his knee causing him to wince and his knee to bend. This allowed me to grasp his shoulder and bring him down to the ground. His arms landed on the sides of his head while I straddled his abdomen, the hand that had been around his wrist I now had wrapped around his throat as he done mine.
Do you know what this asshole did? He just laid there laughing like there was no tomorrow, this is really putting a damper on how badass I usually feel. "There were easier ways to get me on my back doll." His words came out raspy from being spoken through laughter. You know I could have sworn that I looked pretty intimidating right now. My hair fell around my face in waves, my eyes were narrowed from the level of anger that J had pushed me to and my chest was heaving from the breath I was taking in an attempt to calm myself.
"Oh fuck you!"
He just smirked at my remark. In a split second he sat up causing me to slide off of his stomach and onto his lap, my hand was still curled around his throat but the close proximity made my elbow bend. His hands were wrapped around the sides of my waist, the grip was on par with mine on his throat. No, no, no I'm not doing this shit anymore, he used me, he toyed with me. I'm not putting up with this, not with him, not with anyone.
Before I made the move to push him away and stand his lips were pressed aggressively against mine. His mouth moved over mine with force, it was like the first time, and it still felt just as good. I started to move with him, using the same enthusiasm that he showed. His lips were still as soft as I remembered, not that I thought about his lips that often. He pulled away slightly to nibble at the flesh of my bottom lip before pressing small, quick kisses fully against my mouth. His mouth ran across the skin of my cheek before reaching my ear to apply the best of pressure against the flesh right below my ear.
I couldn't control the small gasp that flew out of my mouth when he pressed rough kisses all along my throat and collarbone, dammit my own body doesn't even want to listen to me. My hands were clutching at the hair at the nape of his neck, I would run them into the thicker part of his hair at the top before running them back down. The bright neon strands were now sticking up at odd angles from the leftover gel that he had applied. One of his hands cupped the back of my neck and gave harsh and gentle squeezes, then I felt the harsh bite of his teeth on the skin near the top of my dress.
Oh holy shit! Nope, nada, no. I pushed myself off the ground by rolling back onto the soles of my feet and standing on somewhat shaking legs. When I rubbed my lips together I could feel the leftover lipstick glide on my lips, son of a bitch, if there is plenty of lipstick there, there is no telling how much he got everywhere else. J just sat on the floor with his legs out in front of him, his hair sticking up in every direction, dear God I wanna laugh so hard, he looks like a freaking child. He even had the small pout to match. "Alright...so uhm, I'm, I'm just gonna disregard all of...that," I made a small gesture with my hand towards him, "now uhm, don't get up, just...tell me where the bathroom is and then you can tell me what favor you think you deserve. After that I'll decide what I, yes I want to do about it." Good for you Scar.
The initial shock on J's face left and it was replaced with the same smile that started everything. "Door by the bar doll."
I just nodded my head at him and turned, I walked normally, the shaking in my legs finally subsiding, the only thing was my pace was a bit rushed. I could hear his terrifying laugh echo behind me, it just made me want to turn back around and punch him, but I restrained myself.
Once I walked into the bathroom I turned the lights on and noticed the familiar color scheme, and he kept a clean bathroom which was a plus. When I looked into the mirror I saw a work of modern day art, not that I myself was the art, I mean in reference to the million lipstick stains and smeared red lines that appeared from my nose down. That's it I'm going to kill him!? My lips were a bright red and swollen, I could see the beginning of a bruise forming where he bit down on the skin. Along with everything else my hair was a complete mess, instead of the waves that I started with I was now stuck with a frizzy mess.
At the moment I didn't give a damn about common decency so I started looking through every cabinet and drawer in the room until I found some rags under the sink. Surprisingly there wasn't anything unusual in this bathroom, probably because this wasn't where he actually lived. There's no telling what's in his home bathroom, I shudder to think about it. I ran the rag under the faucet after I turned the water to warm. Once it was saturated I scrubbed every inch of my face, sans eyes, and all the way down my neck. I would do a more thorough cleaning when I was home, if I made it home. There really could be no way of knowing with J.
Once my face was red from the scrubbing and every trace of red lipstick was gone I threw the rag down onto the sink, it landed with a plop. My hands pressed onto either side of the counter to support my weight as I took a few calming breaths. When I looked into the mirror I still saw the same frizzy hair, my eye make-up still remained but the foundation was completely gone. What the hell am I doing?
"You are not this girl Scar. You are going to go out there, see what he has to say, tell him to go fuck himself, then leave Gotham as soon as possible. You are not going to be stuck here." Sad thing is he is probably out there laughing his ass off.
I attempted to tame my hair as best as I could before going back out there but it was near impossible. When I exited the room I saw J behind the bar drinking a glass of God knows what. His hair was once again combed back to perfection, bastard, and his mouth was lifted in a content smirk. I resolved to not let his carefree attitude get to me, I wouldn't let him have the satisfaction.
I walked to the barstool directly in front of him and sat down, "so what the hell did you expect me to do for you?" Why is it that I can never word my phrases correctly?
He took another sip from his drink before replying, "many things doll."
"Be serious right now J…"
"Have you met me Scar, I'm the epitome of seriousness." He flashed me a wide smile, yes J you are so, so funny.
"Just tell me what this "favor" is that you wanted J, I'm not in the mood for this bullshit anymore." Yes Scarlett good for you, don't take anymore of this crap.
He downed the rest of his drink in one swallow then slammed it on the table. "Okay, okay...no need for the hostility doll. I'll admit that once I found out who you were, I thought...well lucky, lucky me. Then as I got to know you…"
"Knock it off J!"
"Alright, there was something that I had planned before I got locked up by Bats, surprisingly he hasn't paid a visit yet, anyway I just had no one in mind for the task. You are quite legendary in the criminal world, did you know that?" I shook my head, no, no that's impossible, no one knew who I was before I got locked up. "Oh we didn't know your name of course, Falcone just let the word out to be wary of a thief." Bet he's glad to know who stole from him now. "We just laughed at him, he didn't know who the hell stole from him, he wanted our help, we told him to go fuck himself. Now he already has a bounty on your head, it's a big shocker no one's gotten you yet actually doll. Anyway down to business, since your skills are so legendary there are a few files that I need you to retrieve for me from Maroni. These files are very, very, very important to me doll, you can understand why I need them don't you."
Actually I don't, "so just let me understand, you went to all this trouble for what? A few files, you know, on the off day I do occasionally accept requests, but just for all the shit that you pulled let me sweetly decline. So I'm just gonna go ahead and head back home." I stood from the chair and his palms slammed on top of the bar.
"What do you mean by the shit that I've pulled!?" Oh someone's a bit angry.
"You know exactly what I mean J, all the unnecessary flirting, the constant touching, hell even the kissing. I'm not saying I ever expected a relationship J, but I sure as hell don't enjoy being toyed with."
It's almost as if his entire face rolled with annoyance. "Oh come on doll it was fun! Don't deny it you had fun, I had to make sure that your cooperation was a guarantee."
My hand ran through my hair in frustration, how stupid can you be? "You honestly think that by sleeping with you, you would have my full cooperation. What the fuck is wrong with you!? I decide what jobs I take, no one is involved in those decisions. That's it, you know what get someone else to retrieve your fucking files, just... leave me alone from now on Joker, have a good rest of your life your highness."
I turned from him with a mock bow and began to walk to the door, one hundred percent aware of any form of movement or noise that he might make that would signal an attack. He made no such attempt.
"Don't tell me you're not the least bit curious of the reward?" Damn you to hell J.
I looked at him over my shoulder, "what reward?" No damn me and my curiosity.
His smile widened, "how does twenty million dollars?" That sounds nice, it sounds very nice.
My jaw dropped at the amount, the prospect of giving up this life and never worrying about anything again overshadowed the stupidity of acceptance. Once my mind was set my jaw clenched, "send me the details through either phone or email, I'm changing both so you have to figure out what they are, shouldn't be too hard for you. If you want it done you better send it before the week is out."
He mock saluted me, "you got it doll. Frosty will give you a ride back home, he's outside waiting." I resumed my original trek to the door, before he spoke again, "see ya soon doll."
"Yeah, whatever." When I reached the door Sir Grumpy was standing outside just like J said he would, oh wait his name is Frosty now. "Take me home snowman." He gave a grunt of annoyance at the nickname and started walking down the hallway with me trailing behind him. After walking down the flights of stairs and out the door to the familiar car he opened the door once again and slammed it shut when I hopped in.
It was another silent car ride, except this time I didn't try to make conversation. I rested my head against the window and looked at the lights of Gotham as they passed by, the occasional sirens put a bit of a damper on the silence but that was to be expected in this city. I can truly say that I will miss this place when I leave, it's been my home for three years, it's been a decent home too.
We got back to the hotel and he opened the door without a word, "thanks Frosty." No response, just a scowl. He was already gone by the time I made my way to the room door, when I opened the door Tallon didn't attack me like he usually does, instead he was laying on the bed, taking up the space and silently judging me. "What no love for me boy?" I went over to the bed and flopped down beside him, he laid his head on my stomach as usual. I pet his head pressing his ears down repeatedly as I started to make shapes out of the patterned ceiling.
"I'm an idiot boy. A huge fucking idiot."
Please let me know what you think of my portrayal of the Joker I'm really curious. As always if you have any questions please don't hesitate to message me. Happy reading!