Again with I went to write down an idea and a oneshot happened. It's kind of smutty but I feel like it's not too overwhelming so… yep.

Sometimes she hated when he would come into the club. He was just annoying. Whether she was actually working or not, he was annoying.

Bree aided the bartender as she waited for Penguin. He was in a meeting with the Joker and she was in need of her paycheck. Suddenly one of the bouncers, Patrick, walked over to her. He was bald, tall, and buff yet not nearly as intimidating as the slightest man in Arkham.

"The Joker is requesting a lap dance in the VIP area." He told her. She just looked at him.

"No." She finally said, "I'm not working."

"Penguin says you are." He told her than moved out of the way so she could walk back to the VIP room. She moved passed him but went straight to Penguin's door. She put her hands on her hips and looked at the guard who was blocking it.

"Open the door." She told him. He looked passed her to Patrick who nodded and the door was opened. She walked in and Penguin was smoking a cigar and counting money on his desk.

"It's just a lap dance, Marina." He told her, not looking up. Sometimes she wondered how she got here, working for one of the most ridiculous men in Gotham. She took in his bird like features as she glared.

"I'm not working right now. I have somewhere to be." She told him as calmly as possible. He reached into his desk and pulled out an envelope. She knew that was her paycheck. "Look, I," She nearly continued but he tossed one of the stacks of money he was counting on top of it. He watched her slowly pick it up. She skimmed her thumb over the edge, realizing it was a stack of hundred dollar bills. She had stacked enough money for him to know how much it was. "This is five thousand dollars."

"You know, Marina, I like you. You know that I like you. You can have anything you want." He leaned forward and looked her in the eye. "They like you. They all like you." She knew he was talking about Gotham's choice villains. Everyone he did business with. Everyone he put her in front of her usually requested her again. Not that she did anything but not fear them very much. "I need ya, girlie." He told her. He was going to force her to do it either way. She tapped the stack of money against her palm and nodded.

"Alright." She took the money and went to the dressing room.

"Good evening, Mr. Joker." She walked into the VIP area and gave Joker a knowing look. He was standing with his hands in his pockets.

"Well, aren't you just a sight for sore eyes." He ran his tongue over his scars and looked her up and down. She was wearing gold hot pants and a black bustier that was doing wonders for her assets.

"Only for you," She told him sultrily. Her hair looked larger than usual, her curls loosely running free. He gave her a once over again and noticed that, she was actually trying to be sexy for him. He already found her attractive, but this was something else. The music became louder and she strutted over to him. "Just relax." She told him with a wink before turning and sliding down his body. Bree noticed the goons who were with the Joker, stealing glances at the scene. She winked at them as well as she rubbed her ass against the front of Joker's pants while coming back to standing.

"Nice fan club." She told him over her shoulder. They were close enough that him tilting his head down to look at her put their lips in close proximity, too close. She turned, slyly glancing at her own security provided by Penguin before pushing Joker back onto the couch. He watched as she danced in front of him, making sure to run her hands over her skin and up to play with her hair and sway her hips. He was getting lost in her. She crouched before him, placing her hands on his knees and running them up his thighs. She looked in his eyes and smirked. He knew the rules. When they were in the Iceberg, she could touch him, but he couldn't touch her. He didn't have to follow anything but it made things more fun.

"You've got," He paused as her hands lightly brushed the crotch of his pants. "Style." He finished.

"Sorry about that, Mr. Joker." She told him breathily in his ear. She smirked when she noticed his gloved hands gripping the back of the couch. She turned and bent over in front of him, shaking her ass before sitting in his lap and grinding down. She turned again and straddled him. Running her hands up and bringing them to her hair, she grinded on him to the beat of the music.

"You know, gorgeous, I'm kind of busy tonight." He told her, making sure they couldn't be heard over the music.

"Does that mean you can't come play with me?" She asked him, bringing her hands up to cup her breasts. "Maybe it's for the best, I can't promise I'd play nice." She ground on him again. He closed his eyes for a moment then looked at her again.

"Now, now, this isn't very fair." He tsked her.

"What are you gonna do about it?" She asked, shimmying in front of him to at least pretend that this was still just a lap dance. "I gotta go soon." She glanced at the clock. He furrowed his brow at her.

"Pardon?"

"Clarie's got a soccer game." She told him with a look that said 'what can you do.' "Any last requests, Mr. Joker?" She asked, looking down at him. She watched his eyes travel up to her hair. She knew that he loved her hair, whether or not he even realized it. It was always what he reached for first. She tossed her head back and forth dramatically before sliding off of his lap, putting her locks in full focus. Running her hands down his chest and back over his thighs, she finished by standing and running her hand over the curls, pushing them out of her face. "And that, Mr. Joker, was a five thousand dollar lap dance." She placed her hands on her hips and reveled in the fact that his eyes were practically glazed over and he had a semi-hard bulge in the front of his slacks.

"Bravo," He began clapping as he stood. Bree held out her hand.

"Don't I get a tip?" She smiled at him boldly. He reached in his pocket and pulled out a stack of cash, placing it in her hand. It was the second large amount she had received from a villain that day. She looked at it, surprised. "I was kind of joking."

"Leave that to me, gorgeous." He walked passed her and left, but not before she felt a hard smack on her ass. Her jaw dropped and she turned to watch him walk out with his goons.

"That was one hell of a lap dance." Patrick told her as he followed her back to the dressing room. "How much would that cost me?" He and his buddies chuckled.

"Trust me, you wouldn't be able to afford it." She told them before closing the door.

.:.

Bree walked down her street towards her apartment later that night. She passed a man leaning against a building with his head down. She didn't think anything of it… at first. She stopped and turned to him.

"What's the score?" He asked, his paint still on.

"3-1 Rangers." She told him. "Claire is not a Ranger but she did elbow a girl on the field so we went out for celebratory pizza and ice cream."

"You're a wonderful role model." He pushed off the wall.

"What can I say? I'll race you to my place." She told him, turning and walking to her apartment. He was sitting on her couch when she got there.

"You didn't even try." He accused as she pulled her jacket off.

"I thought you were busy." She kicked off her shoes, and went to go change. He came and leaned against the doorknob, watching her.

"I figured something out." Was all he said. She pulled off her top then started on her jeans.

"Cool." She looked over her bare shoulder at him. "Does that mean you'll play with me?" She asked, making a show of sticking out her ass to take her jeans off.

"You know, gorgeous, I don't think you deserve to play just yet. Not after earlier." He pulled off his jacket and tossed it on a chair in the corner. She turned to him, hands on her hips and only her boy shorts on.

"Oh no?" She looked at him innocently, "Did you figure out what you're going to do about it?" She began to mess with the ends of her hair, taking an individual curl and wrapping it around her finger. He began to roll up his shirtsleeves making her bite her lip. This was going to be fun.

"I think punishment may be in order." He towered over her and she shivered.

"I've probably never been more attracted to you." She then reached up and kissed him, paint and all. When she leaned back, the grease paint was smeared around her mouth. He reached up and used his thumb to smear it across her cheek more before turning her and pushing her forward onto the bed so she was on her hands and knees. The next thing she knew, a hard slap was delivered to her backside. She gasped, more at the sound than the feeling. They had never ventured into this territory before. Though with the next one she rubbed her thighs together.

"Ah, ah, ah, Bree. None of that." He separated her legs. There was another slap and she whimpered. The sting sent lust straight between her legs. He slapped her again, liking the way each cheek jiggled. Each time she jerked a little and didn't hold back on being vocal. Her underwear was soaked through and he couldn't help but run a thumb over the fabric and between her lips to firmly press against her opening and clit.

"Jack!" She gasped loudly and gripped the sheets. He walked around to her.

"What was that, gorgeous?" He asked, still Joker-esque. She loved it. She was biting her lip and ready to comply. He pressed his thumb between her lips and her tongue gladly wrapped around it. "You know, I think you're getting the hint."

"Mmhm," She nodded, looking up at from under her lashes.

"Do you think you've had enough?" He bent down and looked in her eyes. She shook her head defiantly. "Use your manners, Bree." He stood abruptly and went around to give her another slap, this time right between her thighs.

"Please!" She gripped the sheets. He slapped her again in the same place then rubbed her over her underwear.

"Now gorgeous, I think we may be even." He told her, making her groan in frustration. Her legs were vibrating under her, as he looked her over. Her face was flushed and she was on the brink. "Or do you want more?" She didn't get to answer because his phone rang.

"Are you serious?" She glared at him. He pulled the phone out of his pocket and tapped her nose.

"One moment please." He watched as she sat up and glared at him. All of a sudden, she had an idea. She stood off the bed and pulled her underwear off.

"What is it Harry?" He spoke into the receiver as he leaned against the windowsill, watching her. She crawled back in bed, making sure to show off her pussy to him and look over her shoulder. She reached over to her side drawer and pulled out a dildo… a purple dildo. She laid back in her bed with a humorous smile. She ran her tongue over the toy, never breaking eye contact. "How did that happen?" He still engaged in his conversation. His hand moved to his belt but she shook her head at him and he stopped. Her hand went to cup her breast, tweaking her nipple before going lower, dipping a finger in herself and bringing it back to taste herself.

"Mm," She hummed then moved her hand back down to rub her clit as she sucked on the toy. She skimmed her teeth over it, making him run a hand through his hair.

"What are you gonna do about it?" He asked the person on the phone.

"Good question." She answered it. She sloppily licked the toy, getting it wet, then moved it to her entrance. She shuttered as she ran the tip over lips, teasing herself before sliding it in. Her back arched and her hand went to her breast, immediately releasing.

"I don't know Harry, this is a huge wrench in our plans, buddy." He growled into the phone, mostly because he would rather be doing something else and the call was going to take longer than he wanted.

"Fuck," Bree swore. She barely recovered when she beginning to pump it in and out of herself. Moving into a kneeling position, she held the toy as she rode it. It was one of her favorite positions. Thoughts of him spanking her filled her head as she moved up and down. Her hair spilled this way and that as she moved her head in pleasure.

"Fuck me," She mewed, making him clench his fist and bite his knuckle. He watched as she came again, falling forward and clenching the sheets. She slid the toy out and began licking it clean and watched him watch her.

"You're really starting to make me angry." He couldn't take his eyes off the woman in front of him and it was probably keeping him from finding Harry and killing him right then though it guaranteed nothing for Harry's future. Bree placed the toy aside after giving it a good blowjob and leaned forward, stomach between her thighs. Her chin sat in her hands and she looked up at him, giving him a good view of her dark hair lying on her back. Her dark skin looked smooth and her ass was perched in the air. She thought for a moment then moved to hands and knees.

"One more?" She mouthed, tapping her finger against her chin in thought then nodded. "One more." She confirmed. She sat up and motioned for him to come forward with her finger. He did so, wanting to be apart of this.

"Think of this as a life or death situation." He spoke into the phone. Bree's hand moved up to his cheek and, in complete Joker fashion, she smeared the makeup. Her thumb smeared the red paint over his lips and scars, and her fingers slid over the white of his cheeks. He almost didn't realize what she was doing until she pulled back her hand, revealing the mess that was on her hand. She ran the hand over her pelvis, leaving streaks of white and red on her skin before she put her fingers in herself. She moaned then turned so her ass was facing him and he got the perfect view of her fingers working in and out of her pussy, the paint mixing in with her juices.

He barked orders into the phone as he watched her hips respond to her movements. She hated his paint; said it got everywhere. But now she was playing dirty and he loved it. She was at three fingers and her cheek was pressed into the mattress so her other hand could rub her clit. Her juices were beginning to run down her hand and her moans were getting more vocal until her eyes clenched closed in a silent scream. She kept going until she was too sensitive to continue. She rolled over with a stretch, laughing lightly.

"That was a good one." She told him as he listened to whatever his goons were saying in pure frustration. His eyes ran over her. She still had paint on her face from when she kissed him earlier and paint trailing between her thighs. She rubbed her legs up and down each other sensually and watched him talk. Something told her that "figuring it out" meant giving projects to incompetent people who were only there for the money. She swung her legs over the bed after a bit and she stood.

"I'm going to order Thai food." She told him then glanced down to his hard on. She was beginning to feel bad for him. She sighed and shook her head in dramatic pity before grabbing her robe and heading to the other room.

She had cleaned up her hand and was setting the Thai food on the living room table when he finally came in from straightening things out. He sat next to her with a sigh that sounded more like an infuriated growl.

"Your crew sounds very competent." She told him, tucking her legs under her and turning to him.

"They won't last long." He told her.

"I got you See Yew." She told him with a shrug. "I, for one, have worked up an appetite and am starving."

"I bet." He looked her over.

"I feel bad." She moved so she was in his lap. His hands moved up her thighs and her waist, finally getting to touch her. "I got to experience my magic tonight, but you have not." She leaned down and kissed him. He felt her hands move between them and run over his crotch. She suddenly pulled away and reached into her robe pocket, pulling out a condom in a golden wrapper.

"Do you always have condoms on hand?" He asked, not that he was complaining.

"I try to be hopeful." She told him, tapping it against his nose before putting it up to his mouth. He immediately grasped it between his teeth as she made quick work of his pants. "Open that."

"Yes ma'am." He ripped the package with his teeth and she took it from him, rolling it onto his member. His eyes nearly rolled back in his head. He had been thinking about this, about her, all day.

"I'll give you a blow job later but for now," She grabbed him and lined them up. "I really want you to fuck me." She slid down on him and they both grunted.

"You do not disappoint, gorgeous." He groaned as she moved up and down him.

"Neither do you, babe." She felt his hands guiding her and she nearly came again. "You feel so good." She told him, letting her head fall back.

"Mm," Was his only response.

"Earlier, when you were giving me my penance for not playing fair," She brought them back to the memory, "I nearly came right then." She told him.

"I guess that wasn't much of a punishment then, was it?" He asked, smacking her backside right then, making her have to steady herself by his shoulders.

"It totally was. When you stopped I almost killed you." She dug her nails into his shoulders as he smacked her again. She kissed him again. "And the paint, that was fun." She told him. "And you watching me, not being able to do anything, that was so hot." She panted more at the thought. He leaned forward and moved her robe aside and took a nipple in his mouth.

"You put on quite the show." He looked up at her and she nodded in agreement.

"Did you like it? It was just for you, right down to the props." She chuckled at the thought of her color coded toys as she kept moving. He was meeting each one of my thrusts. "But I think we're a little unbalanced now. I put on a show for you, and you have to repay me."

"What did you have in mind?" He asked, his mouth going to the crook of her neck. "What do you want?"

"I want you to pull my hair," She told him and his grip on her waist tightened, "And I want you to spank me again." She told him in his ear as she came again at the thought. He watched as she moved off of him to position herself on the couch. He ran a hand while she shook her ass tantalizingly as he came up behind her. His hand came down on her backside and her hands clenched onto the couch. He slid back into her and reached up, getting a grip in her hair. Pulling her up so her back was to his chest, he bit into her shoulder as he moved. They didn't stop until neither of them could do it anymore and they had to recuperate which consisted of lukewarm Thai food on her couch. He tossed the tin back in the bag when he was done and stood.

"I've gotta go." He told her.

"What do you mean?" She looked up at him in disbelief.

"I've got to make sure everything runs smoothly." He began to gather his clothes. When he came back in the room fully dressed, she stood.

"Wait," She stopped him, "I never gave you that blowjob." She reminded him.

"Raincheck." He told her. She crossed her arms and looked him over. His face paint was a wreck and she loved knowing why. She came up to him and kissed him.

"I kind of want to fuck you again, but at least I've got my girls." She told him. He gave her a confused looked and she sat back. "You saw one, she's purple. The other one's green." She told him and he laughed, taking her face in his hand.

"I'll definitely take a raincheck."

Again, let me know if you'd like to see an actual story with these two. I have a couple of more weeks before I start university again so I can plan it out a bit and start writing. Thanks!