I do not own the song Tilt-a-Whirl, Insane Clown Posse and Psychopathic Records does. I just borrowed it.
It was nearly one in the morning, The Grin and Bare It was packed. Three girls in scandalous costumes danced on stage surrounded by a flashy lights and the loud music. While backstage more prepared for their turn on stage.
Harley locked the dressing room door, "I don't know about this Mistah J," she said as she shoved a chair beneath the knob as well.
"You'll do fine Harl," Joker responded as he duct taped the owner of the dressing room's hands behind her back.
"It's just, well, are ya sure ya want all those other guys... ya know, lookin' at me?"
He stretched out another piece of the silver tape, "It's nooo big de-al," he placed the tape over the stripper's cotton candy pink mouth, he looked over his shoulder towards Harley, "Get ready, you're on soon,"
She nodded and went overto the mirror across the room to do her Harley Quinn makeup. She applied the clown make up quickly and evenly. Since she had begun wearing it almost everyday she'd gotten good at putting it on. She had already dressed except for her pair of platform Mary-Janes, theywere a little bit difficult to walk in. She had specifically bought a red pair and a black pair so she could where one of each. She slid the red one on first. Harley looked at Mr. J. She felt a somewhat disappointed he wasn't more possessive with her. Since he sending her to strip in front of a group of strange men and he didn't even care. It didn't seem to matter that in a moment the entire strip club would see what she intended for Mr. J alone. It hurt her somewhat.
"Are ya mad at me now?" she asked quietly.
"Why woould I be maad?" he said slightly frustrated.
She avoided his eyes, "Cause I don't wanna do this,"
He sighed "Look Harl, I'd go out there and strip out of a uh, kinky little costume myself but I think the guys in the audience would be ver-y disappointed," he turned her face to look at him, "And no, I'm not maaad. Because I know you are going to do this, no matter how much you bitch and whine you'll do as I say," he squeezed her cheeks, "And you're gonna be spunky and sexy and veeery convincing. Do you know why Har-ley Quinn?"
"Why Mistah J?"
"Because I want Di-Marco dead tonight and if he's nooot," Joker pulled a knife out of his trench coat, "I'm gonna have alot of left over aggression," he jerked Harley's face closer to his and held the knife between them, "Do you understand me, honey?" he asked quietly.
Her bottom lip trembled in fear of the steel blade before her, "I understand Mistah J, I won't let ya down,"
"Good," he growled, roughly letting go of her.
Mr. J sat down on a chair beside his captive and tucked his knife back into his pocket. He glanced over to the bleach blond sitting in the corner, her hands, feet and mouth duct taped together.
"I guess I'm being rude," he licked his lips, "I'm Joker this is Harley," he said to the stripper shaking in the corner, "Don't be scared. We're not gonna hurtchya, Harley here is just takin' your spot in the uh, show,"
He probed the inside of his cheek with his tongue. It caused the outside of the scar to look even more distorted. Glancing around the dressing room he noticed everything was pink and seemed to have a sparkling sheen. Pink stickers spelled out Sugar on the door.
"Is that your name, Sugar?" he pointed towards the door.
Sugar nodded, unable to verbally respond.
Harley glared at Sugar. She wondered why Mr. J was suddenly paying so much attention to that whore. Why didn't he just kill her? She began adjusting her hair to make it fit beneath her jester hat.
"You're veery pretty," she heard Joker say to the stripper.
She cast another dirty look her way that distinctively said "I wanna claw your eyes out".
Joker smiled seeing he was getting a rise out of Harley, "So you're the jealous type," he thought to himself.
"And you must be a good dancer since they save you for last," he wrapped one of the girl's white-blond curls around his finger, "Maybe if I let you live I could get a uh, pri-vate show," he watched Harley for her reaction.
She still stared in the mirror pretending to be busy getting ready. He could still tell he had her rattled and he liked that.
"Hmm? Shake your head up and down for yesss and side to side for noo," he explained.
Harley took her eyes off of the mirror. If looks could kill Sugar would have been defiantly dead now.
Joker removed his hand from her hair and ran his fingertips down her jawline.
Harley Quinn was about to go from anger to rage and make that little bitch pay, but then she noticed something. Sugar desperately tried to pull away from his touch. She whimpered from behind the duct tape in complete fear.
"That tramp is afraid of my angel," Harley thought, "How could she feel that way about my precious baby,"
Suddenly there was a quick knock at the door.
"Ah, that's your cue Har-ley Quinn," Joker announced.
Meanwhile men gathered around the stage for the final show.
"And now boys," a voice boomed, "It's time for you to show some love for-" Sugar's introduction cut off as well as the pink and purple lights.
Darkness swallowed the entire building for a few moments. The audience murmured to each other as well as a few drunken shouts.
A strange sound floated into the room amidst the darkness as well as a voice.
"Welcome to the Tilt-a-Whirl," it said.
"All you mutha fuckas are gonna die
Everybody! You're dying everyday, constantly
I'll kill myself right mutha fuckin now
And still won't die (try em)
Wicked clowns never (never) die, whut?!"
The lights burst on revealing a clown girl wrapped around the stripper pole in the middle of the stage.
Oh my goody look a chicken
Keep your money here's a ticket
Hold up keep your kids out here
They too young to play in there
Step right up now strap 'em in
Lock it tight under his chin
Clamp his arms up to his side
It's gonna be a helly ride
Harley slid around the pole, grinding to the beat.
Now if you misplace an item
Psychopathic straight up find 'em
If you lose your nugget yo
Hatchet ain't responsible
Look and wonder if you will
Cuz we about to rip and kill
Think about your every sin
As our tilt-a-whirly spins
She noticed Joe across the room. She had to get his attention. She undid her belt and pulled it seductively from her mini skirt, keeping eye contact with the mob boss.
They... all... die... die...
(Die)
They... all... die... die...
(Die)
Looky look a fancy fuck
With his wallet up his butt
Give the wealthy what they want
Fuck the line put him up front
Welcome to our spectacle
Carny rides eccentrical
Hope you like it even though
Hafta mingle with the po
Here you go sir have a seat
You've got to take this ride, it's neat
Tell ya now the ride is fast
Might want me to hold your cash
We gonna spin until your soul Leaves your body dead and cold
Tilt-a-whirly sprayin' blood
All over the neighborhood
DiMarco noticed the clown girl, curious as to who this new dancer was he pushed his way through the crowd to the stage.
They... all... die... die...
(Die)
She began pulling her tight pleather skirt off rotating her hips in circles as she did. This left nothing on her lower half but tights, a thong and a gun strapped to her thigh.
They... all... die... die...
(Die)
Get up on it get up on it get up on it, get on
Get up on it get up on it get up on it, free
Get up on it get up on it get up on it, get on
Get up on it get up on it get up on it, ride
Get up on it get up on it get up on it, get on
Get up on it get up on it get up on it, *squeak*
Get up on it get up on it get up on it, ride
Now Harley undid her small button down vest, DiMarco watched approvingly. He now stood directly in front of the stage, right where she needed him. The other men in the crowd cheered at the sight of her black push-up bra. She returned to the pole.
Welcome buddy, what you did
Like to punch up on your kids
Scoot all them dead bodies down
We can go another round
Excuse us while we clean up here
Pile them up on over there
Strap'em up then start the show
This time speed it up some mo
Tell me any last requests
Before your guts rip out your chest
Fuck all that don't give'em nothin'
Slap his ass and press the button
Fair enough now another down
Carnival don't fuck around
Fire up the tilt-a-whirl
And we'll see you all in hell
At that she dropped to her knees and quickly ripped of her bra, the audience went wild but she simply focused on Joe. Mr. J was going to be so proud. She slowly crawled towards their victim.
They... all... die... die...
(Die)
They... all... die... die...
(Die)
She came within inches of DiMarco and on the final "die" she pulled the gun off of her leg and shot toward his face. A flag with the word BANG! scrawled broadly across it burst out.
Yo, the dark carnival will never die.
She beckoned mob boss closer to her with her index finger. She nodded toward the curtain behind the stage with a naughty smile.
I mean that's all we do is think about dyin'.
We wish we die, we hope we die.
Harley tugged his tie seductively.
The only problem is,
We ain't never ever ever gonna die motherfucker!
He took the bait and slowly followed her onto the stage and then behind the curtain. A cocky smile on his face.
They... all... die... die...
(Die)
They... all... die... die...
(Die)
The song's chorus began to fade after some time. The glittery curtain shifted slightly and crowd stayed pressed tightly to the stage hoping the clown stripper would return. Instead a body was tossed out on stage, it toward the edge just missing the crowd and leaving a bloody trail behind it. They stood motionless and confused staring at the blood drenched corpse which lay face down before them.
"And now for our next act..." Joker announced.
He pulled back the curtains and practically skipped towards the body.
"Joey DiiiMarcooo," he got on his knees before jerking Joey's head upwards revealing not only Joker's trademark "permanent smile" but a completely gutted torso.
The building was filled with gasps and retching at the sight of the man's opened body cavity. Joker just giggled sadistically.
"Tell em watchyadid to deserve this Jo-ey," he said to the dead body, he paused, "Hm, must havestage fright," he shrugged and shoved the corpse off stage, "I think everyone heere knooows who I am, right? Well, Joey here obviously didn't. See Joey couldn't un-der-stand that Goth-am, Gotham is my city now. I thooought I had made that clear months a-go, obviously not," he clicked his tongue, "Buuut I am now, cross me and ya end up like my good friend Joey,"
All eyes watched, unsure of what to do everyone remained still letting Joker speak as if it was some kind of demented school assembly.
"I suu-poose that's all, thanks you've been a won-der-ful audience," he gave a short bow and slipped backstage.
I really seemed to struggle with this chapter so I'm sorry if it's not my best.
I wanted to explain the dressing room scene a bit: so Joker's totally hitting on the stripper. I wanted to make sure ya know that doesn't change the Joker/Harley of this fic. In this scene Joker was just showing Harley how replaceable she is. Because as you see alot here Joker likes to give visualexamples for everything. It also is a good glimpse at Harley's mental state. First she hurt, feeling like Mr. J doesn't care, than she's even more hurt as well as mad when he flirts with the stripper. And lastly she feels hurt for him that Sugar is scared of him. A little anger in there as well I guess.
I hope no one minded the ICP in there, I needed a song for Harley to strip to and I thought Insane Clown Posse would be brilliant. They have a bizarre way of making there music violent and angry yet somehow fun and provocativeve. Which is basically a good way to describe the Joker. Anyway Tilt-a-Whirl was especially dancey as well as gory, I couldn't get over how perfect it was for that scene. Another extra about the stripping scene; I had the Joker say, "I'd do it but... ect. because yeah, I almost had him do the stripping. Mostly cause I love cross-dressing Joker. And I know I'm not alone on that one. But then I thought the crowd would very quickly realize he was a man and the whole killing of the mob boss with the sucky-assed name wouldn't happen.
So yeah, thanks for reading I really appreciate all the reviews. You people are absolutely amazing.