Gotham: A Different Reality

Chapter 8- As The Night Falls

Izaya's POV

"Welcome to Purple Pit Burlesque, how may we entertain you?", The man at the ticket counter welcomed me. His voice was deep though it did sound a bit feminine. He was cute. He looked around Jerome's age. His hair was curly and buffy, half of it was black and the other half was dyed orange. His dark chocolate skin shined with the lights. He wore neon blue glasses and fake eyelashes. They weren't those big eyelashes that were obvious they were faked, they looked like natural curly eyelashes. His lips were plump with lip gloss, and he wore eyeliner. He looked good... and pretty gay. Gotta love them.

"You're looking fabulous", I compliment him. He laughs slightly and moves from behind the counter to in front of me. "You're looking not too bad yourself girl".

"Haha thank you". I look around the club. It was kind of dark, but the disco lights brightened it up. Everyone was eating or drinking at the round tables scattered everywhere. There was a bar to my right where people were ordering their drinks. There was also a dance floor to my left and right in front of me was the stage. It wasn't small but it wasn't very large either. It was big enough for a performance to take place.

"What's your name?" I ask the young man. "Tyler but I like to be called Taylor, and what's your name". "Nice to meet you Taylor, I'm Izaya but I like to be called Zay". "Ooooo Zay, I like it, it's dope". "Haha thanks, so Taylor what's a girl gotta do to get in here?" "As in the club or the stage?" He gestures everywhere. "Well, I've always wanted to be a performer". "You a good dancer?" "I'm energetic enough". "Well energy is definitely one thing to become a great dancer and I think that's good enough, the manager of the club is down there, speak to her". Taylor points near the curtains where some workers and dancers were coming in and out. "Thanks Taylor, I'll be sure to come back to you before I leave". "Goodluck Hun".

I walk down the front stairs onto the shiny floor that you could easily slide on if you had socks. My sneakers squeak a bit on the floor as I walk across the floor. I try to make more sounds with my shoes on the floor. I laugh at my immaturity until I sense someone come up to me. I spring my head up to see a woman in a long tight gold dress that had a split in the middle to show her legs. She wore black heels, and her face was caked with makeup, though it was put on professionally, so she didn't look like a clown. She looked pretty decent. Her long blonde hair was curled and rested on either side of her shoulders. Damn if I were 10 years older, I would hit on her.

"You lost little one?" The woman asked. Her voice had an Irish accent to it. "Cool, you're Irish". "And you're under 21 in my club, scram", she says more harshly. "Ok, ok lady, I'm not here to cause trouble. I'm an acquaintance of Taylor and he said I could come to you to discuss how I can get up on that stage", I say pointing to the stage where the dancers were performing. "I'll tell you how you can get up on that stage, come back in 10 years and we'll discuss it". The lady walks past me and signals to security. "She's underage, get her out of here". The cops nodded and marched up to me. They were about to grab me, but I dodged their arms and ran across the club.

As I hide from the cops by blending in with the DJ plays a different song for the crowd, 'I Need a Hero' plays in the background at high volume. I jump onto the tables and travel across either one. The cops chased me as people started moving out of the way to create a path for me and the cops. I casually spill out curse words as I see that the cops get closer and closer. "Oh god, where's Willin when I need her", I say to myself. I see one of the chandeliers hanging up from the ceiling. I decided to make this more fun as I jump high to reach the chandelier. I held on tight as I swung around in a circle. I then let go landing onto the stage. I land safely as the cops jump onto the stage as well. They start lunging at me though I use my fighting skills to defend myself. These cops were pretty strong and fast, so I had to keep my guard up more than usual.