Thank you to Short-Circuited and Vampire Solidarity1. I have to go to school again, so I'm shooting for one chapter a week. I'll try to make them longer so you have enough to read.
WARNING: I don't mean to spoil it but Dahlia eats someone. She will eat a lot more people throughout the story. I didn't go into detail on this scene, but as I get more comfortable writing these characters, it will get pretty gory.
To Daniel: I know! I'm trying to write but between writers block and all the shit I've been doing, it was hard to write anything. I hope you'll be satisfied with a chapter a week though.
I apologize if I put your username down wrong. Don't hate me.
Chapter Six: A New Diet
Everyday Harley would come pick up Dahlia or just stay at the hideout with her. During then, Harley would train Dahlia and teach her about Arkham City. Dahlia was already trained in weaponry, martial arts, and self defense. In the beginning, when they started sparring, Harley would win every round. Now, Dahlia took her down in seconds.
"You, little green, are ready ta play wit' the big boys," congratulated Harley. She told her to change into her outfit. She wore the maid dress and black pumps, but without the stockings to hide her toned legs. She applied black lipstick but kept her eye makeup subtle. Her outfit showed off the majority of her scars besides the ones on her abdomen and back. Her dark green hair was up in its signature high ponytail.
Dahlia and Harley went back to the Steel Mill. Dahlia twirled and flipped her new, 6", marine, survival knife. Every time a henchman stopped to look at her, Harley yelled at them. They hung around with Harley barking orders, and Dahlia shadowing her. Harley sprinted when Joker called for her. They ended up in a room with Joker watching a henchman get tortured by two other clowns. He looked up at them and smiled like the nut he was.
"Well, there you two are. Now, toots, why do you think this man is being tortured?" asked Joker.
"Was he being naughty, puddin'?" tentatively answered Harley. Joker looked up at Harley and nodded vigorously.
"There are consequences for being naughty," said Joker to the tortured clown, "Boys, move back. Sweet, little Dahlia can deal with this one. Let's see if she has similar taste to her daddy, shall we?" Joker looked over to Dahlia and pointed at the tied up clown and snapped his teeth shut. Dahlia walked toward the bleeding henchman. She stopped in front of him, leaned forward, and took a whiff.
"On the surface, you smell like shit, but what the others can't smell is the blood and raw meat. It smells like lunch," taunted Dahlia. She snapped her teeth like a dog. As she taunted him, her scales, spine spikes, and tail emerged. The henchmen looked horrified while Harley and Joker beamed like proud parents. Dahlia leapt forward onto the chest of the tied henchman causing the chair to fall back. She ripped the rope and tore his shirt off. She held him down with her superior strength. "You seem to be quite attached to these arms... I can fix that." She clawed through the tissue connected his arm and shoulder socket. It was pouring blood everywhere. She lifted one of his arms to her mouth and took her first bite of human flesh. She moaned and smiled down at the horrified man. "I have to admit, you are delicious."
"Hurry up with lunch. I have other things you gotta do, sweets," ordered the Joker. Dahlia ate as much as she could fit. She reverted to her human state and walked over to stand by Joker. "Alright boys, clean up her mess and then get back to work, will ya?" He laughed when one henchman finally emptied his stomach at the scene. Dahlia walked away smiling and covered in blood and flesh.
"He's stuck in my teeth," complained Dahlia. Joker laughed and kept walking leading her to a storage area. The henchmen turned their heads and were obviously horrified by them. Joker led Dahlia to one henchman who was managing the others.
"Now... What could you boys be lookin' at, huh? Certainly not my little psycho angel!" Joker again laughed at his joke. "Get back to following orders! Dahlia, this is Mr. C." pointing to the leading henchman, "He is like my right hand man. He's gonna watch over ya and show ya how to work these puppets," referring to the henchmen," Stay wit' him and try not to snack on the food." He roughly patted her head then skipped away laughing. Dahlia turned to Mr. C with a shy grin on her face. It would have made him think she was cute, but she was covered in blood and chunks of something.
"So... Dahlia... what exactly are you covered in?" asked Mr. C, which isn't his real name, but Joker calls him that.
"Lunch. I'm a messy eater, but it isn't entirely my fault..." replied Dahlia looking slightly upset at the memory.
"Why isn't it your fault?"
"He wouldn't stop struggling." The room had gone silent to hear her, and everyone did. They all stopped working and stood there either disgusted or scared.
"Get back ta work!" ordered Mr. C when he regained his composure. He looked at the little girl by his side thinking about how she got into this place. He didn't think she was old enough to be in prison. He also wondered if she was talking about the screams, which were definitely human, earlier when she referred to lunch.
"So is it basically this all day? You just reign over them. What happens if someone attacks? How long do they work for or is it just until they finish a certain amount? What exactly are they doing? What does the C stand for?" spewed Dahlia. She normally wasn't this talkative, but the blood was starting to dry, making her irritable.
"Well...um... Yeah this is it. I guess if someone attacks, we grab some guns, which is what we're unloading. We work until Joker says...Oh! um... The "c" don't stand for anything really... Is that everything?" asked Mr. C fearing for his own hide. She looked up at him with an analyzing gaze, but she didn't seem upset, in fact, she seemed almost sad.
"Don't be scared Mr. C. I'm not gonna eat you. I only eat the clowns, who oppose Joker. Unless, you do something bad, I won't eat you. I swear, on my fathers life," promised Dahlia putting her hand over her heart. Mr. C looked down and noticed she was wearing a sexy maid outfit, and she had the body to fit it. He looked away and started ordering people around. Dahlia sat on a box and watched how the process worked. Then, she heard someone, who sounded very angry, yelling her name. All the henchmen stopped and looked at her when she suddenly stood up and looked toward the door.
Riddler threw open the doors with a Harley Quinn on his heels. They kept arguing about the man who was strewn around on the floor and walls. He looked over at her, pointed at her, then at the ground beside him. She quickly moved next him.
"Do you see how dirty she is? Why didn't you just let her slice him up? She loves doing that! What if she gets a disease from eating that henchman!? Not to mention, she ate him from off of the ground! She isn't an animal! At least serve them on a plate after they are cleaned!" said Riddler. Dahlia grabbed the end of his sleeve and tugged lightly. He looked down at her, prepared to reprimand her, but she was close to tears.
"I'm sorry. Don't yell at Aunt Harley. I got a bit carried away, and you don't have to worry I can't contract human diseases," explained Dahlia. "Can we go home? This blood is dry and it's getting itchy." Riddler grabbed her arm and pulled her back to the hideout. She ran upstairs and started her shower while she stripped. It took a while to get all the blood and chunks off of her. She dried off then got into some shorts and a tank top. She opened the door and went downstairs. She looked around, but Riddler wasn't anywhere. She headed upstairs to his room.
"Riddles? Why are you laying on your bed?" asked Dahlia when she walked up next to his bed. He lay on his back with his eyes closed, but she knew he wasn't asleep. He didn't respond, so she climbed onto the bed next to him. "I know you hate me for eating that man, but I feel the animal inside me. She has needs and instincts. She is seperate from me, so I'm Dahlia right now. Please, don't be mad..." Dahlia snuggled up into his side, but laid her head on his chest. She lost herself listenng to his heartbeat until she felt him run his hand through her hair.
"I'm not upset you ate him. I'm tired and bored of this place. Strange owns the market on guns, and I am losing my grip on the technology market," said Riddler. Dahlia crawled up further onto him until she was over his face, looking down into his eyes.
"Do you want me to help you?" offered Dahlia.
"And how would you help me?" Riddler was subconsciously sliding his hands on her sides instead of through her hair.
"Best way to own the market is to remove competition. Removing people is my gift." Dahlia smiled, hoping it would cheer him up. She moved down and laid her head into his neck. She caught his scent, and he literally made her mouth water. "Edward... I would never, but I wonder what you taste like." Riddler couldn't help but scheme when he picked up the curiosity in her voice.
"Why don't you have a little taste?"
"I'm not gonna bite you!" replied a horrified Dahlia, who jumped up and lifted herself over the Riddler to look at him. To do so, she had one leg on either side of his stomach, and her hands were on either side of his head. His hands still gripped her waist, and he rubbed his thumb in circles to calm her.
"Not bite, stupid, but lick," he explained not showing anything but sincerity. She pondered this. Harley and Ivy had never said anything about licking him, and she really did want to know what he tasted like.
"Where would I lick you?" questioned a wary Dahlia.
"My neck. Remember, though, the others can't know or they'll be upset that you tasted me. And you can't taste other people like this okay?"
"Why not?"
"No one else has skin as clean as mine. You don't want to taste all the gross stuff on them, do you?"
"No, I guess not. Are you sure you're okay with me licking you?"
"Its fine. Anything to satisfy your curiosity." Dahlia leaned down to his neck. She seemed to contemplate it for a second before she quickly licked his neck. Her tongue was soft and wet. Her hands gripped the bed sheet when she tasted him. Her animal wanted her to bite down and taste blood. It started to appear in her mind, and she let it force her to lick again. This time it was a full lick, from the bottom to top of his neck. His hands gripped hard into her waist and pulled her down onto his stomach, so she straddled him. She continued to lick him slowly while making these little moaning noises. She felt something pool in her stomach, and her lower regions started to tingle. She started losing herself to the animal. Her teeth started to scrape against his neck, as well. "Now, Dahlia, I would stop if I were you."
Dahlias head snapped up and her eyes were glazed over with lust and hunger. He almost gave in and fucked her, but he remembered she was still a kid and Crocs kid, too. He watched her eyes clear, and she looked to his neck horrified.
"I'm so sorry! It's all red and scratched! I'll go get the first aid kit!"said Dahlia, but Riddler held her in place. She looked at him, confused. His hands moved to behind her head and pulled her body against him. She automatically snuggled into him.
"It's fine. Just lay down and keep me warm." Dahlia slid down further, so her head rested on his chest, and her hips rested above his. She wiggled herself into a more comfortable position, but she rubbed against a bump on his front. Dahlia blushed and hid her face since she now knew what it was she rubbed against. The only thing Riddler did was stifle a moan and move his hands to the skin peeking between her tank top and shorts. She gasped at his cold fingers, and he chuckled at her reaction. "So no one has ever touched you like this?"
"No, and I don't know if I like it. Your fingers are freezing." Riddler chuckled again, and he slid his fingers further up her back causing her to gasp again. This time wasn't out of cold, but the feeling it caused. Her hands slightly knotted in his shirt.
"Don't worry. I'm just trying to warm up my hands. In fact, all of me is cold. If we take off our shirts, the heat will transfer even quicker." Dahlia didnt like the path this was taking, so she moved to get off of him. Riddler flipped them, so he was between her legs and holding her arms down. "Remember who I am. You work for me. You do what I order you to. Now, stay and warm me up. Don't worry, I'm not going to rape you." He leaned forward to whisper it in her hear, but the movement caused him to again rub against her. She felt a shiver of pleasure and moaned slightly. Riddler didn't notice her reaction.
"Whatever you want, Riddler. What technique would you prefer me to perform so you can warm yourself?" Dahlia felt like she had disappointed Riddler, and she had an urge to makeup for what she had done. Riddler smiled deviously.
"Take off your shorts." Dahlia removed her shorts with Riddler, on all fours, above her. She was left in nothing but panties and her tank top. "Now help me remove my shirt and pants." Dahlia unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it off when he sat up. She then unzipped his pants and pulled them off. He sat with his back against the head board in boxers and pulled her on to his lap. Dahlia awkwardly straddled him, and she decided to just go with it and cuddled into him.
"So you have me near naked in your bed. What exactly do you want?"
"The questions is... what do you want?" whispered Riddler into her ear in a sexy, low voice. Her hands tightened on his shoulders and she felt that feeling in her stomach again. She didn't truly know what to do, so she let her animal guide her. She ground against his dick to tease him, and leaned forward until her lips were just above his neck. She smirked when she heard and felt his heart rate speed up. She could feel him become even more aroused, and could smell everything about him.
"I want... another taste." She licked his neck and moved her hands to his hair to control his head. She nipped at his neck never drawing blood but stinging slightly. She moved farther down to his collar bone and then his chest. All the while, she kept grinding against his arousal. His grips on her waist got tighter until his fingers were painfully digging into her hip bones.
Suddenly, Dahlia stopped and leaned her head back to expose her neck. Riddler was confused for a second before he realized she was offering herself to him. Her animalistic behavior was a surprising turn on. He placed one hand on her back and the other in her hair. He sucked and nipped at her neck. Her moved to her jaw and ear. He did everything with precision and knew what to do from experience. He then moved lower to her collarbone only to stop at her breasts.
"Please don't stop. It feels so fucking good," begged Dahlia. She looked to Riddler who was weighing the pros versus the cons of going farther with her. His hands slid to underneath her breasts where he teased her. They slid up across her hardened nipples. She moaned at the contact. She pushed her boobs into his hands, and he expertly squeezed and palmed her breasts. He pulled her forward by the shirt and crashed his mouth into hers. She let her mouth relax and moved with his lips. They pulled apart and she was gasping for breath, but Riddler was smirking.
"Somehow we got second and first base mixed up," joked Riddler. Dahlia giggled because she understood the joke since Ivy and Harley had explained 'bases'. Riddler pulled her back to kiss her, when an alarm went off. "Fuck. I have to check that." Riddler reluctantly got up and headed to his office. Some inmate had gotten stuck in one of his traps. He sighed, upset that he left for that. He headed back to his room. "Alright, Dahlia, I'm back."
"Mmkay, Eddie..." mumbled Dahlia who was on the verge of sleep. She tried to open her eyes but passed out. Riddler glared at her for falling asleep. He sighed and decided on a shower. He laid down on the bed next her without dressing after his shower. He pulled the covers up over both of them and pulled her body against his. Her body snuggled into him like a puppy would. Surprisingly, he fell asleep faster when she was cuddled into him.