Little Miss Gotham

Chapter Eighteen

Making this one long to make up for my slow updates!

Joker prepared my black wig but specifically the one with my hair in a high ponytail. He decided to cancel out the blue for now. But today, he made up for it by giving me the best damn outfit ever! I wore my typical thigh high heeled boots and he picked out a black, high neck dress that was all floral lace and very revealing but he picked out solid black lingerie to cover up underneath. Given that it was cold and just barely covered my butt, he bough a long, burgundy coat to match his suit. It was slim and long sleeved and flowed out around my feet. 

Once in my outfit, I felt more like Princess Gotham than Sophia. 
Princess Gotham was confident and had a more powerful voice. 
Princess Gotham could destroy everything if she wanted to. 

The parking garage was empty and the three SWAT vans were the only thing in sight which. The Joker's guys filled into the vans and the third one was opened up for me and the Joker. Every step made me more excited for the little road trip we were about to take through the city. The back doors opened and I was greeted with various types of guns and grenades decorating the back wall. In front of me, Joker leaped up on the back and turned around, extending his hand out to me. I politely took it and was lifted up and surprised by his strength. 

"What's the next thing on our agenda today?" I asked, wrapping my arms around his neck as the doors shut. I smiled as his arms slid around my waist like snakes and looked into those dazzling blue eyes. 

"Let's take a trip to City Hall and get it decorated for the holidays, shall we?" he grinned, that deep and cynical voice with a natural growl sending waves through my chest. I adored every part of it. "Come sit on daddy's lap, pumpkin." Joker's arms slid back and I found his hand as it pulled me towards him. 

I sat on his lap like he had told me to and felt everything through the thin fabric of my dress. I kicked my legs up to rest on the remaining space of the seat. The Joker's cold hand slid up my boot and chills ran through me when his hand brushed my thigh. I looked into his eyes and I let him lean forward. But a teasing idea caught my attention and I leaned back a little, eager to see his reaction. For a split second, he was surprised but ultimately all I saw was his frustration. Suddenly, his hand found the back of my head and he gripped my hair as he pulled his lips to mine. I lived for these passionate moments with him. It struck a different nerve than the passion of destroying the city did. 

Then, he yanked my head back by grabbing on my ponytail and I felt his lips brush my neck. Even the silver teeth he wore grazed my skin and it drove me crazy inside. I desperately wanted him. There was no denying it. But as his lips left a trail up and down my neck he whispered,"Just in case your pretty boy forgets you're mine." Following the sensation of his breath on my neck, he began to suck on the spot that made me bite my lip so hard that I thought I'd draw blood. I started to pull on his green hair as I craved more. But our moment cut short when the van slowed to a stop and his guys were knocking on the door. 

"We'll continue this later." he grinned. 

Before we stepped out of the van, Joker handed me a gun and a line grenades that I could easily hook onto my jacket which I did. 
The two of us stepped out of the van and I was greeted with deserted streets and City Hall. 

"How much time we got?" Joker asked one of his guys. 
"About fifteen minutes." 
"Let's paint the town red then!" 

Joker grabbed a grenade and pulled the ring. When he threw it, color exploded everywhere over the stone columns. I felt like a kid in a candy store and smiled. 
"Oh my god!" I laughed, taking one of my own grenades. This was perfect! I grabbed one of my own grenades and when I set it off, I threw it as far as I could. I threw all the remaining three and colors of red, green, black, and blue exploded all over the walls. 
"How about we take this inside?" Joker asked. 
City Hall was pretty big. But I'm sure if we decorated the lobby, staircase, and my father's office that Joker would be satisfied. I would too, of course.