A/N: WHAT'S THIS? AN UPDATE? ALMOST 2 YEARS AND 4 MONTHS AFTER THE LAST ONE?! IT'S A FREAKING MIRACLE!

Okay guys, warning, this is where things get to be HARD R. I had a lot of difficulty writing this chapter and it hasn't been proof read properly but I wanted to get this to you.

Oh, and this chapter is dedicated to Ke$ha and all survivors. We're with you even if they aren't. #FreeKe$ha (I heard Sony's dropping Dr. Luke, but they should've done that without the outside pressure, which is why it's so important for us to stand together.)

Blow

In the next week, crisp and elegant envelopes found their ways to the doorsteps of Gotham's major criminal players. Those who delivered the envelopes were never seen, but all the criminals knew what they were, even though it had been years since they'd seen one. After all, there was only one woman in the Underworld who sealed her envelopes with a lipstick imprint of a kiss.

The entirety of Gotham's Rogues Gallery incarcerated in Arkham City was in attendance. Everyone was dressed to the nines, ready for the climax, the dance they'd all been waiting for. Ana's dance.

The stage was dark. A chuckle was heard from the black with a command of, "Dance."

The music started, all bass. And Ana descended from the ceiling on a trapeze, in a silver and black number, surrounded by girls on silks. As the music started, she and the girls swung above the absolute horde of henchmen, until Ana swung herself over to Cobblepot's box. She quickly slid to sit on the table, picking up the second glass of champagne set up just for her.

"Back door cracked, we don't need a key, we get in for free, no V.I.P. sleaze," she sang, clinking her champagne glass against Penguin's, blowing a ring of of smoke from her cigarette holder in his face. "Drink that Kool-Aid, follow my lead, now you're one of us, you're coming with me." Penguin leered and went to grab her, only for her to quickly retreat and jump intoRiddler's box. "It's time to kill the lights and shut the DJ down. (This place's about to) Tonight we're taking over, no one's getting out." She buried her hands in his hair, massaging his scalp as she moved in his lap.

"This place's about to blow-oh-oh-oh! Blow-oh-oh-oh!" The stage lights suddenly were all ablaze, showcasing the dancers in cages suspended above the crowd, the strippers on silks, hookers teasing the insatiable audience from the stage, and, the true staple of an Ana Andreyev show, a bunch of thugs who had broken the rules of her establishment, TYGER guards, and other nobodies free for the taking. "This place's about to blow-oh-oh-oh! Blow-oh-oh-oh!" The crowd roared as the dancers got closer to the edges of the stage and the ends of the silks (each move carefully calculated to prevent any girls being pulled into the crowd). "This place's about to blow-oh-oh-oh! Blow-oh-oh-oh!" Ana began to, as some of her girls, gave lap dances to the pleading and sobbing men tied onstage, the crowd laughing with mirth. "This place's about to blow-oh-oh-oh! Blow-oh-oh-oh! (This place about to)-" Ana pushed back into his seat, before leaping from the balcony back to her trapeze.

"Now what?" she asked, as her girls echoed with, "What?"

"We're taking control." She threw a knife from her place above, which lodged between the ribs of a struggling TYGER guard on the stage, then dropped into Ivy's ivy draped box, quickly rushing up to her. "We get what we want. We do what you don't," She swatted Ivy's rear before over to Joker's box and dancing Harley Quinn. "Dirt and glitter cover the floor. We're pretty and sick. We're young and we're bored." She dipped Harley and kissed her solidly on the mouth before spinning the blonde away as she giggled with pure ecstasy, before Ana jumped and kneeled on the table in front of the Clown Prince of Crime himself. "It's time to lose your mind and let the crazy out," she sang, smiling at the Joker as she pulled him close with his tie, ruffling his hair. She threw him at Harley and swung over to Two-Face's box, landing firmly in his lap as her girls echoed. "(This place about to). Tonight we're taking names 'cause we don't mess around." Two-Face buried his faces in her breasts, and Ana threw her head back theatrically.

"This place's about to blow-oh-oh-oh! Blow-oh-oh-oh!" The dancers began executing the different prisoners in all manner of ways, axes, knives, saws, everything that seemed slow and painful, their screams drowned by their gags and the music. That didn't mean the crowd enjoyed it any less. "This place's about to blow-oh-oh-oh! Blow-oh-oh-oh!" Ana pushed Two-Face off of her, just the right amounts of violence and teasing to the touch, before leaping back above the crowd. "This place's about to blow-oh-oh-oh! Blow-oh-oh-oh!" From her place above, she motioned for her lieutenants to start making their way toward their usual customers, ensuring they got their money's worth.

"This place's about to blow-oh-oh-oh! Blow-oh-oh-oh!"

She dropped to the ground floor boxes, specially designed for the… larger but still important clientele her establishment catered to. "Go, go, go, go insane, go insane, throw some glitter, make it rain on 'em. Let me see them Hanes, let me, let me see them Hanes," she said, putting some Salsa and Tango moves on Bane, before spinning over to Killer Croc. "Go insane, go insane, throw some glitter, make it rain on 'em," she running her hands up his scaled body, before coaxing Bane over and making herself the relatively small middle of a very large sandwich. "Let me see them Hanes, let me, let me see them Hanes." She then slipped out from between them and swung back onto her swing, which guided her back to the stage.

"We are taking… over…" she declared, stepping to the stage as a trap door gave way and a struggling man in a Batsuit tied to an electric chair rose from the hole, the crowd screaming with mirth and pleasure as he begged and pleaded for his life. "Get used to it… ok…"

"This place's about to BLOW!" she yelled as she pulled down a gigantic lever at the edge of the stage. The whole room lit up, the light glowing brighter than ever as 20,000 volts coursed through the man in the Batsuit, sending him screaming in agony. "Oh-oh-oh! Blow-oh-oh-oh!" As the song reached its climax, the volume of the crowd almost completely drowning out the music. "This place's about to blow-oh-oh-oh! Blow-oh-oh-oh!" Bulbs burst as the electricity overwhelmed them. "This place's about to blow-oh-oh-oh! Blow-oh-oh-oh!" Champagne bottle corks went off like shots as dancers pulled off their most challenging moves. "This place's about to blow-oh-oh-oh! Blow-oh-oh-oh!" The "Batman" stopped twitching and crackling, and Ana and her girls gathered in the center of the stage taking a bow together, hands clasped.

"This place about to blow…" the voice whispered. The stage went dark again and the crowd went wild. Only Ana's shows could give the Rogues the perfect mix of the highs sex and murder.

"Vell, Chase, how did ve do?" Anastasia asked the blonde woman the next morning. She was met with a grim look.

"We're still a hundred grand short." Ana had felt this feeling of freefalling many times before, though the familiarity never made it any better. But she still managed to shake it off and collect enough to speak again.

"Alright. Looks like I need to make a few calls." Chase nodded and left her Madame to her work. Collapsing in a chair, the forty something redhead's fingers stumbled over her cigarette case and lighter. Putting the roll between her teeth, she lit it and took a long drag. The job was unpleasant and difficult at times, but if it kept her girls safe, what more could she ask for? Exhaling, she picked up the phone and began to dial the number.