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Chapter 9

"Pengers ol' boy! It's nice to see you again." The man with the all too familiar voice greeted. He reached his hand out, expecting a handshake. Cobblepot refused. The man shook it off as the couple sat down across from them.

"The pleasure is all yours." The short man grumbled. The Joker smiled at me, but I avoided eye contact. I stared at my hands in my lap.

"Now Pengie, don't be rude." The girl scolded in her annoying high pitched voice.

"Discussing payment, I'd like to-" Oswald began.

"Oswald, please! Let's save such matters for after dinner." The clown chuckled. Oswald muttered a couple of british obscenities under his breath. He was an impatient man, that's for sure.

"I told you Sarina, darling. You'd be seeing your Uncle J real soon." The Joker said to me. A chill ran down my spine at the memory of the note in my pocket. I didn't dare look up.

"He's talking to you, you selfish little bitch!" Harley growled.

"Don't bother, she's a rather rude brat. She's got quite the mouth on her." Oswald complained. Joker howled with laughter. Our waiter made his way over.

"Can I start you off with anything to drink?" He inquired.

"Our finest bubbly." Oswald ordered.

"Ma'am?" He asked Harley.

"Sex on a beach." Harley giggled, winking at her man. I barfed in my mouth at the thought.

"I'll have what the old geezers' having." The clown chuckled. The waiter was now on me. I looked up at him. Well, in the words of Drake. YOLO.

"Captain and Diet Coke with a couple shots of tequila." I ordered. The man didn't even bother to question my age as he scribbled down my order. "Aw, fuck it. Captain and Coke."

"I'll be right back with that." He smirked.

"Aren't you a little young to be drinking?" Harley sneered. Aren't you a little old to be a whore? I bit my tongue though. I'd probably get shot right then and there if I said that.

"Please, with kidnapping and human trafficking on the table underage drinking should be the least of your worries." I snapped.

"See what I mean?" Cobblepot groaned. It turned my gaze towards Joker. He was having a grand old time.

"Nice makeup. You almost look normal." I muttered. Oh my god, did I just say that out loud. The Joker chuckled darkly.

"Why thank you, I wore my Sunday best." He replied. His green hair had been slicked back and covered in some sort of black gel. He covered himself in a tan foundation. Guess this was his undercover look.

"As did I, against my will of course." I added with a glare at Mr. Cobblepot. Oswald chuckled at the memory.

"Good times." He smirked. It was probably only a few seconds before our waiter returned with our drinks. He was certainly in a hurry. He poured two glasses of champagne in Penguin and Joker's glasses. Harley was handed some fruity looking drink. It had the little umbrella and everything. I had a small dark glass placed in front of me. The waiter took a bottle of tequila off of his tray. It was the good kind too.

"Tell me when." He said as he began to pour. It was a good 20 seconds of silence as the tequila filled up the glass.

"I guess that'll do." I said as he stopped.

"Are you ready to order?" He questioned.

"The usual." Penguin said, not even making eye contact. Harley was next.

"I"ll take a caesar salad." She ordered.

"Salmon." Joker ordered. Hmm, my turn.

"I'll take the most expensive thing on the menu please." I smirked, winking at Penguin.

"Right away." The waiter said with a bow, starting to leave.

"Leave the bottle!" I called, he froze as he put the bottle on the table. "Thanks." He walked away, probably thinking I was an alcoholic. I was about to die after all. I might as well live it up.

"Little strong, don't ya think?" The Joker commented.

"What can I say? I'm about to get murdered by the insane clown posse. Might as well enjoy my last meal." I explained as I took a sip of my drink. I immediately spit it out, coughing extensively. Yup, that was strong alright. "Smooth."

"So, I hope you brought cash, Clown. You know how I feel about checks." Penguin growled.

"Oh Pengers, don't get your feathers ruffled. Everything's been taken care of." Joker smirked, taking a sip of champagne. "Let's enjoy ourselves."

"So, what exactly do you want with me?" I questioned. Joker smiled. "Am I really worth a million dollars? Why didn't you have some of your goons get me yourself? What did I ever do to you in the first place?" Harley glared daggers at me. It looked like she was going to punch me in the face.

"I was wondering when you would ask." Joker smirked. "We're gonna have to discuss that in a more private setting."

"Before or after you murder me?" I inquired.

"Hopefully after." Harley spat. Joker laughed.

"She's funny." He chuckled, taking another sip of his drink. Little did I know we were going to have another visitor.

"Mr. Cobblepot. How nice to see you." Bruce Wayne greeted as he and girlfriend approached our table.

"Mr. Wayne. It's been a while." Oswald said, not at all interested.

"Miss Gibson, nice running into you again." Bruce greeted. Penguin shot a death glare at me. Putting the needle against my thigh. I couldn't exactly scream for help at this point anyway.

"Likewise." I replied.

"Well, I just came over to thank you for an excellent meal. Also, Sarina." Mr. Wayne Continued. "Your mother left this at our last charity banquet last week." There was a charity banquet last week? He pulled out a diamond bracelet. One things for sure. My mother could never afford that. Before I could refuse, Mr. Wayne put it around my wrist with a wink. Was he just giving me a diamond bracelet? "You could even pull that off as an anklet. But be careful though. It's sharp." He turned back towards Mr. Cobblepot. "Thanks again, have a wonderful night." Penguin groaned as Mr. Wayne left the restaurant.

"Thank god." Oswald groaned as he put the syringe away. I sighed with relief as I started admiring the bracelet. One thing's for sure, it was wicked sharp. It was almost cutting-...wait. Mr. Wayne's words echoed through my head. "You could even pull that off as an anklet. But be careful though. It's sharp." I felt a smile spread across my face.

"What are you smiling about?" Oswald snapped.

"Nothing. It's just a pretty bracelet." I replied, innocently. This was just about the most awkward dinner experience I've ever had. I 'accidentally' knocked over my fork. "Whoops, I'll get it." I quickly darted under the table. Yup, my foot was chained up to the table good. I took the bracelet off of my wrist and immediately started trying to saw off the chain. Wayne wasn't kidding. The chain cut just like butter. Penguin has got to invest in better handcuffs. I smirked with pride as I grabbed the fork and got back up. Enjoying my newly found freedom. As soon as I sat up the waiter had arrived with our food. Apparently the most expensive thing on the menu was prime rib. A really big one at that.

"Is there anything else I can get you?" The waiter questioned. Oswald waved him away. The rest of the dinner guests started eating. I, however, had lost my appetite. Now that I had an escape plan. It was actually rather simple.

"Better eat up, bitch. Last meal and all." Harley chuckled.

"I'm sorry skank, I have to stop ya there." I replied. The table went dead silent. No one was expecting that. "This is fair from my last meal. I'm glad we had this talk but, I better be going." With that, I bolted.

"Oi! Stop her you bastards!" Oswald ordered. "How the bloody hell did she get out?!" Simple, right? The dinning hall erupted into whispers as I was chased to the door by thugs. They were right on my tail as I ripped open the door. I shoved people aside as they waited patiently by velvet ropes. The burly men cam barreling behind me. Fortunately for me, the valet had just pulled up in a mercedes benz. As soon as he got out of the car, I shoved him aside.

"Borrowing!" I called as I slammed the door closed and put the pedal to the metal. The wheels screeched as I sped down the street.

Oswald was NOT happy. His henchmen came walking back into the dinning hall.

"Well! Where is the brat?" Cobblepot demanded. The henchmen hung their heads in shame.

"She was fast boss. And she got in a car and sped off." One tried desperately to explain.

"Find her NOW!" He growled. The men rushed out of the room, only to the Joker's amusement.

"Poo." Harley pouted. "I really wanted to torture her too."

"Guess you won't be getting that money after all Pengers." Joker chuckled, his feet propped up on the table.

"What's so funny clown. You lost your hostage." Penguin barked.

"Just makes it all the more fun." The clown giggled.

"C'mon Harl, we're double parked and we best be going." The clown prince of crime ordered as he stood up. Harley quickly rushed after him. Oswald was not happy. Not at all. That little brat had made a fool of him.

"No one...makes a fool of Oswald Cobblepot." He snarled. "This. Means. War."

I sighed with relief as I parked in front of the Royal Hotel. I did it. I fucking did it and I can't believe it. I cheered in the drivers' seat as the employees stared at me. Whoops. Oh well, I didn't care. I got out of the car and tossed the keys to the valet.

"Park this round back would you please?" I asked. "I have to return it in the morning." The valet nodded with an awkward expression as he did his thing. I made my way towards the check in lady.

"Can I help you?" She questioned.

"Yes, my mother has a room here. Under Gibson." I replied. She typed a few buttons on her computer.

"Oh yes, we've been expecting you." She smirked as she handed me a key card. "Room 413, 12th floor."

"Thank you." I smiled back at her. I made my way to the elevator and made my way to my floor. Well. That was a lot more elaborate than it needed to be. One thing's for sure I was going to take a long, long nap. The elevator opened and low and behold, room 413 was just across the way. My luck's beginning to turn! I walked up to the door and put my key card in. Just as I was about to open the door I heard yelling.

I guess I spoke to soon.