rulers of gotham

ONE

girls day

Honey's pov

drinking a mimosa at my best friend's bar i notice she has this mischievous smirk on her face. "what's that face for" i ask her. "oh nothing just thinking about something i wanna do" she tell me with a chuckle following behind it. "mhm so what is it that ya wanna do ara?" i say with a smirk on my face and mischief in my eyes. i know it was going to be something that could get us caught but who give a flying fuck. "i wanna go to the club" i pause and look at her with a questioning face. "the club?!" "yeah i mean why not you've been here for a year and a half and still haven't gone to the club." she stated in a monotone voice. i scoffed and walked up stairs and into my room. 20 minutes later she came in. " pretty please pretty pretty pleaseeee." she beckoned dragging out the e. "okay yeah yeah yeah sure we can go" "boo ya. okay so we can go to the mall and buy some dresses because you don't have any and mine don't fit." she tells with excitement in her voice. "be done in 40?" "yeah sure" "this is gonna be fun girls day girls day" she screams going down the hall.

she really is something else.

~a hour later~

"hey dumb whore ara are you freaking ready you said be ready in 40" i shout from downstairs. i hear her door open and close. "i'm done i'm done. are you ready?" she ask with a questioning look on her face. "i've been ready come on let's go. i'm driving okay ara." "no the fuck you're not you're so reckless when you drive" she admitted "whatever get in the car" i said rolling my eyes as i get into my black cadillac ATS coupe. "where's the aux cord?" ara asked me. "uh look in the glove compartment," i answer her. she finds it and plugs it in. next thing i know i hear her singing teenagers by MCR. "turn it up," i shout over the music like it wasn't loud enough.

because you sleep with a gun and keep an eye on you son
so they can watch all the things you do
because the drugs never work they're gonna give you a smirk
cause they have methods of keeping you clean
they're gonna rip up your heads your aspirations to shreds
another cog in the murder machine
they said All teenagers scare the living shit out of me
they could careless as long as someone'll bleed
so darken your clothes or strike a violent pose
maybe they'll leave you alone but not me

Arabella's pov

As we were singing our favorite song i look over at honey and notice she so focused and it looks like she's in a trance.
"honey? are you okay?" i asked her with concern in my voice. her eyes snap towards me. "huh? oh yeah i'm fine." she says in a reassuring voice as the tension on her shoulders go down. we pull up to the mall and find a parking spot. "ya know hon we aren't just going to go shopping right." i told her with mischief and glee in my tone. she snapped her eyes towards me again and whatever sad look she had in her eyes was now gone. now her eyes filled up with mischief and glee. although she said nothing, her smirk said it all while she pulled out a medium size case. the black case that had all of her black ring daggers with blood red gems encrusted in it while i pulled out my colt gold cup trophy with purple and gold gems encrusted into it. we got out the car. "i miss doing this" honey blurted out. she seems so happy. "me too."

~one hour and five minutes later~

honey's pov

"omg come on i can't afford to go that fucking asylum again" i yell. we get to the car and i speed off. running through every red light because the cops don't do shit in Gotham. we get back to our house and automatically plop on the couch. "that was so much fun." i squeal. "most definitely was until that random dude came up to you like he owned you." ara tells through her panting. "no one owns me." i spat "and i killed him so i don't have to ever see him again" i sassed with a smile. Ara just chuckled. "come on we gotta wash this human blood off of us and get ready."

fuck i forgot all about the club.

~two hours later~

"bitch finally. gosh took you forever." ara tells me. "wait you look hot omg you're about to have hoes by the end of the night" "you know i don't do love. men are shit." i spoke. we walked out the door and got into arabella's bugatti. well i guess i'm doing it.