Once again I DO NOT OWN ANYTHING EXCEPT FOR JANEY AND OTHER CHARACTERS THAT DO NOT BELONG TO DC! Also for those who have called me out on the V for Vendetta Dialogue and story I'm so sorry I didn't put a disclaimer but here it is! I DO NOT OWN ANY IDEAS OR CHARACTERS FROM DC!! (Yes V for Vendetta is a DC comic)
CH5:
"You can't be serious" Janey looked over at the Joker. She was wearing his purple trench coat with her arms folded tightly.
"Don't uh worry you're helping. Plus I thought you said you could uh…dance." He said with mischievously.
"I can but…" She argued.
"So it should uh…be a piece of cake…Look don't sweat it you look uh…Good…You know uh...Real professional." He started to giggle.
"I look like trash!" She glared at him.
"No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, it compliments your shape and plus you helping. I thought that's what you wanted." He coyly said.
"I said that I wanted to help but…" She was cut off when the van stopped in front of a bar. The Joker lightly pushed her out and ushered her to the back door.
"No buts now…except for getting yours…uh on stage." He started to giggle at his own joke.
"And I thought I told bad jokes…" She mumbled to herself as she walked into the back door. When she walked in she looked around the dressing room and acted her part. Then she heard her code name and she took off the coat and walked on stage. She wore deep violet midriff, halter-top that showed a lot of cleavage. A matching lacy, purple and black garter belt and thong. With black thigh high leggings.
The spotlight was on her and she immediately new what to do. Thank god for the pole aerobics classes she took with her girlfriends back home. She grabbed the pole and twirled around it. The reason she was so confident is because of the classes they taught her to feel sexy even though she didn't think she was. She slid down the pole and she knew every guy in the room was under her spell. She felt ashamed of herself but at the same time she enjoyed the thrill.
The Joker had a hat on and kept his face hidden but was watching Janey. He was impressed he didn't think she had it in her. He watched her twirl and twist around the pole like it was home. Maybe she was a stripper in her previous life. She looked great in her costume that he picked out. He was very proud of himself but he had other things that needed his attention.
Janey was done dancing on the pole. She slowly made her way towards the new DA of Gotham. He immediately smiled when he saw Janey making her way over to him. She started to grind up against him and she whispered into his ear.
"You wanna private show?" She pulled on his tie.
"Sure" He looked at her dreamily and started to get up but she stopped him.
"Alright but, it's going to cost you." She put her foot up onto the seat between his legs. He immediately understood and slipped a 50-dollar bill into the top of her stocking. Janey smiled and went to the private room passing the Joker and secretly tapping him on the shoulder. When they got the private room she got up on the mini stage and started to twirl on the pole.
"So…uh...where are you from?" He asked nervously.
She looked at him and crawled towards him with her chest out
"I don't get paid to talk you know…" He immediately put another 50-dollar bill in her top. She smiled.
"London" She started to dance again.
"What part?" She started to wag her finger and smiled seductively. He took out another 50 and put it in her belt.
"Trafalgar Square" she slid down the pole into the splits and looked over she shoulder.
"Can I meet up with you after your shift?" When she didn't answer. He put another 50 in her thong.
"I don't know the answer to that…" She drifted off.
"But I do" Came the Jokers voice.
The DA looked over and was terrified instantly. Janey got off the stage and took out the money from her costume and tried to hand it over to the Joker.
"Well I don't want it" She looked at him and was confused.
"Oh I thought that you would want it" she felt silly standing there
"Oh no, no, no, no, no you see I'm a man of simple taste and so I don't need money to get what I want. Understand?" He traced his fingers down her arm.
"Oh…all right" She put the money in her garter belt and walked towards the door.
"Wait you can't leave me here with this maniac!" the DA screamed as she touched the doorknob. She looked back and felt sorry for the man, but knew that if she didn't then she would die. So out of fear she left the man to his death.
She waited in the back alleyway where the van was. She reached into the coat pocket and found a lighter and a pack of cigarettes. She lit one and inhaled. She felt her nerves calm and then the door opened and out came the Joker.
"Well that was fun…How do you feel?" He smiled. Janey didn't respond she just walked back to the van and got in.
"Weeeelll…what's got her panties in a knot?…haha!" He looked at his lackeys and laughed.
In the van Janey felt the guilt spread from her stomach to her heart. She felt like crying but she didn't want to cry in front of him. She knew she had to be strong.
When they got to the hideout Janey quickly went to her room and started to hyperventilate. She quickly sat down against the door and tried to calm down. Then the tears just started to pour down her cheeks.
'I helped, kill a man!' she kept thinking to her self. She didn't know how to feel. The thought kept running through her head. She felt like she was slowly loosing her mind. She crawled to her bed and curled up in a ball. She felt good but horrible at the same time. She also felt horrible for feeling good. It's almost like she was feeding a darker nature or part of herself; but she didn't know if it was a good thing or a bad thing.
The Joker came into her room. He knew something was up. The way she was so quiet in the van and then rushing to her room. Also the sobbing he heard was a dead give away. She looked so pathetic curled up in a ball, looking confused and scared. He didn't like it…Nope… Not. One. Bit. He picked her up and carried her to his room.
"Lets get you out of this shit hole of a room." He said in a different voice.
She was shocked to hear him to gentle. It helped her calm down. She moved involuntarily into his body and listened to his heartbeat. 'Huh…even the coldest murderer has a heart beat.' She thought.
When they got to his room he sat her down on his bed and looked at her. She had stopped sobbing and hyperventilating. Good thing it was starting to get on his nerves. And she had even started to look like she was ok.
"Now that's the girl I'm looking for…you did great!! Why are you crying? You're a…uh…natural at this!" He grinned. "Now there is no shame in being a…uh great …ummm…exotic…dancer. I mean you had me…uh…fooled." He grinned his sly grin.
"I killed a man." She managed to choke out.
"Oh….I'm sorry is that's what's bothering you... well I guess you did…uh just help me kill someone huh?... hmmm…well that is my thing ya know…so uh…get used to it toots…Jeez…Really that's all you were worried about? HA!! You are so funny…do you have any idea HOW TO LIVE YOUR LIFE!!!" He looked angrily at her.
"You need to lighten up a little." He said annoyed.
"AND YOU PROPOSE I DO THAT BY KILLING INNOCENT PEOPLE!??!" Janey managed to scream back.
"YES!! You have to kill things!!! And people that hold you back!! Only when we destroy what we are; is when we are truly free…I mean uh…look at me I'm perfectly content…You on the other hand. I don't know how you live. Little miss Perfect with your stupid little perfect life with your stupid little perfect home. With the fucking matching furniture and wallpaper…WITH YOUR FUCKING GLASS BLOWN PLATES WITH THE CRACKS IN THEM TO MAKE THEM LOOK MORE AUTHENTIC!! AH!! YOU ARE SO ENSLAVED TO THE PEOPLE THAT YOU TRY TO PROVE YOURSELF TO DAILY AND YOU ARE A SLAVE TO THE VERY GLASS PLATES THAT ARE SITTING IN YOUR FUCKING CABINET!"
He was inches from her face. Holding her by the shoulders.
"Now if everything is soooooo perfect then…uh…answer me this…why are you so unhappy?"
Janey was shocked and tried to answer his question, but all she could think about where his lips and how close they were and how she just wanted to feel them. He pulled away and she felt some disappointment strike her heart.
"Yeah...uh... that's what I thought. If you want to be happy you have to learn to take every perfect little aspect of your life and (the joker takes a knife and slowly slips it under her bracelet and..) disconnect...(cuts it off her wrist) from it. Because trust me you can't buy happiness doll you have to take it like I do. Ha!"
She sat there and thought. Why had she led such a perfect life? When in reality she was born into chaos. She was always moving and having new foster parents. Never staying in the same place. Seeing her many foster brothers and sisters end up as druggies and crack whores. Growing up in the streets because no one cared about her. It felt like she was denying a part of her. She felt better. However she was tired. So she laid down and slept in the Jokers bed without a care. She was going to finally do what she wanted to do and no one could stop her.
"What do you think you are uh…doing?" He asked.
"Sleeping…Goodnight" Janey replied shortly.
"Oh you see because I thought that this was uh…my bed." He was a little annoyed. Since he hadn't invited her to stay over.
"Well I'm tired and I gave you and your lackeys a free show so I think you owe me." Janey said coyly.
"Well…I could uh…repay you in another way…If you uh…wanted to." The Joker said hopefully. Laying down beside her and stroking her side.
"No this will do...And I don't put out on the first date so don't get your trouser snake all riled up" Janey said as she slapped his hand away.
"Right I forgot we just met a while ago…plus why uh…rush we've got a whole year, but I do have a rule about my bed no shirt and no pants got it?" The Joker whispered into her ear.
"I can agree to that." Janey got up and removed her midriff and stockings. The Jokers face fell when he saw that she was wearing a bra underneath the midriff. However it was better than nothing.
"I've got big plans for you doll" He said as he ravished Janey with his eyes.
That night the Joker spent the night on the couch. And contrary to what Gotham may think the Joker is a gentleman no matter how much of a twisted fuck he can be.
I hope that everyone enjoyed this chapter I know I've been neglecting this story. I just got over my writers block so hopefully I'll be pounding out the updates. Anyway love to hear from you guys and Happy Holidays!!