Chapter Eight

This is a bit shorter than my previous chapters but it's the perfect lead in to the next few I've got cooked up for y'all. Hope you enjoy! Feedback is always welcomed and appreciated.

"In other news, Gotham PD has declared a city-wide manhunt for this woman. She was last seen wearing a black bunny mask and robbing the First National and Gotham Financial banks on 9th Avenue last week.

Authorities say she's responsible for the theft of 22.1 million dollars and the murders of six notorious gang bangers from the Gotham branch of the Italian Mafia which is run by Tommy Ceglio - a heavy hitter in the crime syndicate who sits at number three on the country's most wanted list.

Our sources say that Ceglio has been missing since the robberies and is presumed dead, although no connection has yet been made between this masked criminal and his disappearance.

Police are urging anyone with any information to come forward. Commissioner Gordon is offering a ten-thousand dollar reward for anything that can help lead to her arrest..."

I heard the television drone on and I smiled smugly to myself as I sat in the bathroom redressing my wounds. I looked like shit warmed over. The swelling of my left eye had gone down, but had left behind an angry purplish yellow bruise. The blood vessels had popped all across the whites of my eye making it look red and demonic. My lip was split in two places, I had a knot the size of a baby's fist on my forehead, and the faint outline of a diamond encrusted "J" on my cheekbone from one of his heavy punches.

I cracked an even wider smile, shaking my head as I recalled the days prior - our big fight, and how much things have changed since then. One of the cuts on my lip split open again with my smile causing me to wince, bringing the warm wash cloth back up to my face to stop the bleeding. J sauntered into the bathroom, closing the door behind him, and I almost felt guilty - he looked worse than I did.

He had a black brace on his knee so his walk was no longer lithe, instead he relied heavily on his cane, taking measured steps as he went. He had a vivid red slash on his throat where I'd held a knife to him, and his face was more purple than white. Both of his eyes matched my left, with the redness of popped blood vessels marring his otherwise hypnotizing blue irises.

"Hello handsome," I mused with a giggle. He gave me a sarcastic smile, coming to the mirror to redress some of his more hellish wounds.

"Hello to you my little bunny," He'd been calling me that ever since the story of our heist had broken on the news. I rolled my eyes.

J had taken extra precautions ever since, having his men keep a close eye on me. Don't get me wrong, they were all very accommodating, but I wasn't allowed to step outside of our place since the whole city was looking for me. I could feel the cabin fever setting in already.

Despite all of my best arguments, "They don't even know what I look like! I had on a mask the whole time! I don't even have any tattoos they can identify me with! Please, J, let me come with you!" I still wasn't allowed to leave. J had at least been gracious enough to start letting me sit in on all of his meetings, even coming to me for advice on his plans and upcoming business deals, but I wanted more. Ever since the heist I'd been itching to get back out there and make my mark again.

I was so absorbed in my thoughts that I hadn't noticed J come up behind me at my vanity until he placed his hands on my shoulders, his scraped and bruised knuckles standing out against his stark white skin.

"I've been thinking," He began, massaging my tense muscles with deft fingers, "and I've decided that I want you to come with me to meet Anton at the docks to pick up our shipment."

I was on my feet in an instant, turning to throw my arms around his neck and squeeze him tightly. He was quick to grip my arms and pin them between us, locking his fingers tightly around my wrists.

"Careful, pet, you forget I'm a crippled man thanks to you," He said, that depraved smile spreading across his features as he looked down at me.

"I think the limp makes you look...distinguished." I teased, earning a harsh growl from his throat. He may have a few screws loose but the man was a textbook narcissist, much like myself.

"I'm just teasing, don't be so sensitive." I groaned, rolling my eyes.

"I'm only sensitive when it comes to you," He mused, the smile back on his lips. I puckered mine up at him, stretching as far as I could up onto my tip-toes. He bent down, pressing his mouth against mine in a warm kiss.

I couldn't deny the truth to his statement. It seemed that ever since our fight he had come to rely on me more and more. There was a degree of trust between us now, mutual trust. He still had his moments, however, where he would backslide into his previous manipulative ways, trying desperately to get a hold on whatever emotions it was that he felt for me, but they were few and far between.

Still, I now understood why he chose to detach himself from any emotion - because when you're emotionally invested in someone it gives them the power to control you, and J was all about being in control. He wasn't one to have any weaknesses, he wouldn't allow anyone to have that power over him. The difference with me being that I added to his power, I enhanced his control, I removed some of the burdens of being him, and while you could consider me a weakness of his - he knew I wasn't going anywhere, at least not willingly.

It wasn't long before his hands were all over me, our kiss deepening to our usual chaotic tempo. I found that things didn't stay gentle or sweet between us for very long. It was so easy to get swallowed up by him and his touch, the way his mouth felt. Hell, the man could give me a certain look and it would soak my panties through and have my knees turn to Jell-O.

He made quick work of my robe, pushing it off of my shoulders, growling in an appreciative way when he broke our kiss to stare at my naked body. I shrugged my robe the rest of the way off and reached out to push down his suspenders. I ripped apart the rest of the buttons on his shirt, hearing them bounce across the marble floors. He looked at me then, a devious grin on his face, arching a brow as he did.

I let him take control after that, allowing him to yank me up by my hair and spin me around. He forcefully bent me over, laying me out across the granite countertop of our bathroom, my hands desperately searching for something to hold onto and finding nothing. He was purring behind me as he pushed my curls over one shoulder and dragged his fingertips down my back enticingly slow. I was looking at him through the mirror, watching his expressions in amazement – the way he devoured me with his eyes was enough to send me spiraling into ecstasy.

He snarled as he popped open the button of his slacks and undid the zipper, bringing his cane up to smack the insides of my thighs. I hissed when I felt the stinging kiss of his lashes, obliging him by spreading my legs further apart. I watched him as he dropped the cane and brought his hand up to his mouth, running his tongue along the length of his fingers before bringing it between my legs to coat the lips of my pussy in his spit.

I moaned, flipping my hair over to the other side so I could look back at him. He wrapped his hand around his dick and inched his way inside me – slowly for once, savoring the feel of me wrapping so tightly around him. He buried himself to the hilt and took a moment to look down at me.

"You like the way I feel inside that tight little pussy, don't you, pet?" He asked, and it made my knees buckle.

"Yes, sir, I love it." I replied, ready for him to thrust into me. I saw him smirk and then there was a knock at our door.

"WHAT!" J growled, whipping his head behind him to look at the closed door of our bathroom.

"Sir, I have some news regarding tonight's shipment, it's urgent." It was Rich, his tone was hesitant and apologetic.

J pulled out quickly and slammed back into me, causing me to yelp and giggle. I knew Richard had heard me. J smiled wickedly down at me.

"I'll be with you shortly, Richard," J said, slamming into me again. I was trying my hardest not to moan out loud, biting into my already split lip painfully.

"Stay put." He hollered to Rich and began to pump into me at lightning speed. My eyes widened with shock and I quickly brought my hand up to cover my mouth, trying desperately to muffle my cries.

He continued to fuck me faster and harder than he's ever been with me before…and God, did it feel good.

"Hush now, pet," He murmured, his face twisted with pleasure. "This will be quick, and if you're a good girl, Daddy will finish you off tonight." I was struggling to catch my breath, the sounds of his hips slapping against my ass, I'm sure, could be heard well outside of the bathroom door. He was relentless, thrusting into me with such force that I had to press my hand against the mirror to keep my head from smashing into it.

It had only been a few minutes but I felt my orgasm building, and I knew his was coming too. He knotted his fingers in my hair and yanked my head back, steadying his grip as he dug deeper inside me, hitting my walls in ways I didn't even think were possible. He began to growl low in his throat, that animalistic sound he always made when he was deeply satisfied or about to cum. I knew it was the ladder, and as he slammed into me a final time and I felt his cum coat my insides, I lost control, vaguely aware of calling his name out loud as I came along with him.

He smiled at me in the mirror as he slipped out of me and I felt a few drops of his cum drip down the sides of my legs. I eased myself into a standing position and reached for my robe as he began to redress. My hair was a mess, and I did my best to try and tame the curls once I had the tie for my robe secured around my waist.

He left his shirt on the floor, slipping his suspenders over his shoulders, and came to give me a quick kiss.

"That was my best Prada, you know," He said against my lips, motioning to the discarded shirt on the floor.

"I couldn't help myself," I replied simply, shrugging my shoulders as J opened the bathroom door and allowed Rich to enter. I felt my cheeks turn crimson, I knew it had to smell like sex in here.

"What is it? Be quick." J sounded irritated and I rolled my eyes again. His tone was always clipped with his employees, even Richard, who had proven himself to be useful and valuable time and time again.

"Sir," He began, and bent to hand J his cane. "Ma'am." He nodded in my direction as I sat down at my vanity, facing the pair of them.

"Hey, Richie," I smiled, trying to hide my embarrassment as I was sure I looked like I'd just been fucked. If he noticed, he didn't give anything away.

"Anton has changed the location of the exchange, sir," Richard said, looking over at J who was leaning on his cane.

"What? Why the fuck would he do that?" J snarled, his eyes lighting up with anger at the inconvenience.

"Apparently Batman got wind of the shipment and has the police patrolling the docks. He asked to bring the shipment here but I told him I would have to clear things with you before I gave him the go ahead."

"Ahh, good old Batsy! I haven't had any fun with him in ages!" J looked positively enthralled at the prospect of going toe to toe with the Bat himself, so much so that I had to shake my head. If there was one person in the world I could never come before it had to be him. J thrived off of his altercations with Batman. I doubted he would find much purpose in life if Batman ever went missing or was killed.

"I don't think it would be wise to bring them here, J." Richard said, "This whole thing smells like shit."

J twirled his cane in a circle as he laughed, reaching his other hand out to clap Rich on the shoulder.

"Who would be stupid enough to set me up?" He asked, his eyes wide with accusation, as if anyone would dare cross the Joker. I had to agree with Richard, though. Why would police be patrolling the docks when the whole damn city is out looking for me?

"J…" I chided him gently, standing up and walking over to his side. He snaked his arm around my waist and pulled me close to him. "I think Richard is right. The cops are too busy chasing any lead they can get their hands on that will point them in my direction. Why does he all of a sudden want to bring his shipment here…unless it's a set-up?"

"I think she's right, boss. The whole underbelly of the city has been talking about the heist you two cooked up. They may not know who she is, but they know that you sanctioned the deal with Ceglio. It doesn't take much to piece together that she is affiliated with you." Richard concluded, backing me up on my skepticism.

J stroked his chin thoughtfully, I could see the gears turning in his head.

"Tell Anton the drop will take place at the docks and if that's a problem for him then I'll be sure to handle things my way," He said, delighted, an evil smile pulling his mouth up at the corners. "My way is always more fun, he's lucky I'm even willing to give him a choice."

"You got it, boss."

"And Rich? Do me a favor and get my bunny and I reservation at The Enclave. I think she's been cooped up here long enough and deserves a little dinner date. Plus, you know how much I just love making Gotham's elite squirm in their seats." Richard nodded to both of us and backed out of the room. I noticed that he never turned his back on J, a gesture that reminded me of servants to a King and Queen.

I looked over at J with a questioning look on my face, one eyebrow arched nearly into my hairline.

"Dinner? Really? Aren't you a wanted man?" I asked, moving to stand in front of him and rest my hands on his bare chest. He looked down at me with what I'm guessing was his version of affection as he took my chin between his thumb and forefinger.

"That I am, sweetness," He declared, leaning down to kiss the tip of my nose. "But that doesn't mean I can't take my gal out on the town to wine and dine her!" He threw his arms out wide in a grand gesture that made me chuckle and shake my head as I wrinkled my nose at him. He was certifiably nuts, but I knew he wasn't lying.

Everyone in Gotham could be bought, and I briefly shuddered to think how much he'd have to pay for our discretion and their silence but I couldn't deny my excitement. Date night and an arms deal with Mister J? Yes, please. This was gonna be my kinda night.

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