The Daughter of Wayne's Whore

Chapter 1

DISCLAIMER* I do not own, claim to own, or take credit for the creation of  The Batman characters throughout this story. All credit for those characters belong to DC Comics. 

I don't really remember the day my father died. It's horrible, I know. But I can't remember much about that day. It's not like I was young, I was old enough. I just never knew him. Everything about him, from the way he talked and captured her heart, to his charming demeanor was something my mother loved full heartedly. From the way she described it, true love was real. 

The only thing I knew for fact about my father was where he and my mother met, The Red Velvet, a club my mother worked at. Oddly enough it was the only thing I had left of the both of them, which is equally horrible, I'm aware. The only thing a girl has left of her parents is a strip club where they met. That and the non-existent belief that love really exists. 

"Evening Hadley," the bouncer nodded to me as I came in the back door out, shielding my hair from the rain with my jacket. I gave a smile in his direction as I made my way back to the dressing rooms. The hallways were always dimly lit with glowing red lights, girls passed me on the way to the stage and private rooms. A musk of cigar smoke and expensive perfume hung heavy in the air.

"God, Hadley! I was looking for you before I left!" Lani, my roommate and best friend of two years hobbled towards me as she attempted to finish strapping on her platforms. Even with shoes, she just hit 5'8". Blonde, spunky, and loud; a definition good time. Lani was sweet but also wouldn't hesitate to fight someone twice her size.

"Yea, sorry," I breathed as I put my bag down on the floor and fell into a chair. "I had an errand to run."

"Oh, is that what we are calling it? Errands?" As Lani leaned over me, her hair tickled my neck. I laughed and brushed her hair off me.

"If you like living where we do then yes, I run errands sometimes." I dug around my bag for some chapstick. I glanced up long enough to ensure I was putting the chapstick on my lips and not the rest of my face. Lani had her hands on the back of my chair and popped her hip out.

"You know, there are more legal ways to make money. More hours to pick up here, a different part time job-" I pushed my chair back and pulled the sweatshirt over my head, pulling my black corset down.

"You can't even say you don't like when I bring work home with me. I know you sample." I smiled at her. She threw her t-shirt at me.

"So? At least I know you have good stuff."

"I only sell good stuff." I tugged off my sweatpants, then readjusted my fishnets. A final glance in the mirror to take my hair out of its messy bun. My chocolate hair tumbled onto my shoulders, it would be messy but I would be flipping it around so what did it matter.  "Now do you wanna do a set with me or not?"

"Of course!" Lani swung her arm over my shoulder and marched me up to the back stage entrance. As we waited for our turn, I looked out on the crowd.

Rainy nights always brought a good group in, there was nothing better to do than pay for entertainment. The song before us ended and we took our places on stage. Our song began as we made our way down the stage to the poles. I always liked to focus on a particular person in the room when I danced on stage. It helped me feel more comfortable. I scanned the room and my eyes landed on a booth towards the back. A group of men sat talking grouped to themselves. Sitting right in the middle of the table was a gentleman sipping on a drink, his eyes locked with mine. It sent chills through my body. He wasn't a regular, I would have remembered him.

I continued my dance, twirling around the pole. Flipping upside down, he never took his eyes off me. Lani and I met back up in the middle, running our hands up and down each other, she pretended to kiss up and down my neck.