10:16 pm
The Warehouse
Bruce had sat through three lap dances and seven pole dancers, along with four shots of tequila, a Bloody Mary, and two scotches.
He wasn't anywhere near drunk, nor horny. He had a natural tolerance for this sort of thing.
He stood to say goodnight to the girls, and did quickly. He then met Winnie and Harley outside to discuss the payment.
It was cold when he left the building. The two looked quite suspicious, standing in a streetlight on a harbor, discussing things in murmurs.
He hadn't know that Winnie was trying to talk Harley out of going home with the billionaire, but they stopped bickering when he reached them.
"How much do I owe you ladies?"
"$350, Mr Wayne." Winnie said.
"Please, that title reminds me of my father, call me Bruce." He smiled at her, he pulled out his wallet stuffed with cash. Winnie grabbed Harley's wrist to keep her from going for it.
He handed them the bills.
"Thank you, very much." He'd gotten what he'd been searching months for. He found Harley, she was half the battle.
"Anytime, Bruce." Harley grazed his arm.
"Harley, darling!" Jack said sweetly, approaching them. His voice startled both girls.
He took his lover by the waist. He pulled her against him and she writhed for a moment, hoping to break away. "You know you're going home with me tonight, not Bruce, right?" He smiled, and looked at Bruce.
Bruce saw the scars emerge from the natural shadows of human cheekbones. He had Harley and the Joker in the same place, he could take them out now, along with Winnie. God knows what she could be capable of.
"Yes, Jack, I know!" She whined like a child and regained her pride. He loosened his grip, but only a little, he wanted control.
"I don't think we've met. Bruce Wayne." The billionaire reached his hand out.
"Jack. Most people know me as the Joker." He shook his hand.
"Yes, I can see." The billionaire had to fight the urge to kill him then and there. Jack ignored the words, though he felt the sting deep down. He buried that pain like every other.
"Well it's getting late. I'm sure we'll see you soon."
"Yes, I'm sure we will." Bruce said confidently. He said his goodbyes and got into his car. He drove off, proud of himself.
It'd paid off.
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