his precious Queen

7

It's been a month of carefully planned out missions. Each one just as successful as the last. And now? The last piece of the puzzle is yet to fall into place.

The V.I.P room is warm, buzzing despite the cold weather out side. Not that it mattered. I'm used to the cold, I prefere it over the sickly heat I first felt coming here to Gotham. Sitting down, my pale legs bore their usual pink , colour of the long thin lines of my stretch marks. I can't help but feel proud as I look down. A momentum of my own put on my body. Proof of my growing physically and mentally. 

I survived.

My fingers wrapped around the glass. Taking a sip as I poorly hide the smirk on my face.

"And why should we give you extra time to get us our money?" I tilted my head back, feeling the rough pads of J's fingers travel up my thigh. Un- caring of the man's eyes on us. Even then, they didn't leave my eyes. Never dares, roam.

"I - I needed to pay off some, some cops." He defended. "I swear, I can get it to you next Friday." He pleaded. "Just right now my little boy he - he is sick."

I only glanced to the side, watching as she narrowed his perfectly, piercing eyes. He hasn't spoken a word. But he knows as well as I what is happening.

I stand, slowly. A smile on my face. "Well, their is a way you can pay J and I back." I softly spoke. My words sounding innocent. But when I glanced back at J, he knew what I meant.

"T-there is?"

"Oh yes." I sat down beside him, my knee brushing his thigh as I ran my finger tips over his curly black hair. "You see we need a job done." I whispered. "Can you do that for us?" I questioned.

"Y-Yes of course, but I - I want my boy to be left out of this." He stammered. Glancing frantically at my knee placement. Waiting for J to have an outburst. I can see one brewing and he  isn't even trying to hide it. But fuck this, I've been cooped up in that damned mansion for a long long time. I need to have some fun.

This? This is My fun.

"Johnny." I called out, and without a second to loose he comes into the room. "You will put that on. And go to the GCPD. And your going to hand deliver this message to Jim Gordon." I watched as sweat slid from his forehead as I reached into my bra, grabbing the carefully written note. A small, gesture really. But still, it was their.

"I - please." He begged.

J snarled, pointing his cane at the shaking man. I sigh, placing the note into his hand before sitting back. Watching as his eyes narrow. "Do. What. She. Says." He then smiled, fake and dramatic as he puts his tattooed hand to his mouth. "And I'll be your friend."

I got back up, slowly. Walking over to The enraged Clown. He tends to get more possessive when I wear red. For some reason, he both hates and enjoys it.

I don't want to be evil. But I don't think anyone wants to be corrupted, it just happens. So even though I watch as the man stumbles up. Grabbing the device and with shaky hands, attaches it to himself. Only every so often does he glance nervously over at me and J. Who, now runs a possessive hand over my stretch marks.

"You." He purred into my ear. "Need to be reminded who you belong too."

I licked my lips, need pooling between my legs. Just as the man left and I realise a breath. J doesn't give one fuck if his men or anyone else was here. He would fuck me in front of them. Hell he would even let them watch - but at the price of their life.

J's lips connected to my own, his metal teeth biting down drawing the metallic taste of blood as It pools. My eyes roll back as I moan, Dipping my head back as His hands roam.