Heidi's POV
What just happened? First I'm holding a gun to his head.. Then we kiss... Now he's acting as if nothing has happened!
We're still in his club, it's just night now. J is sitting next to me while talking to some man about 'business'
I just sit there, arms crossed and as I call it "RBS" aka resting bitch face.
I want to leave this place! I want to punch somebody! Hell I'll kill somebody right now! C'mon Heidi you're trying to show that your not crazy.
What was so interesting about me? He already has Harley, who I read that he created basically! Am I next? Am I getting pushed into acid?
What was his point! Sure he's crazy- but if there wasn't a method to the madness as I've said before, he would of just killed me already.
I feel a hand crawl on to my thigh, Jokers hand. I bite my tongue, holding back the angry words.
"I'm going to get a drink" I coldly state before getting up and heading over to one of the bars.
I feel J's eyes stare into me as I get up. I first head to the bar and then stop- maybe I should change?
I have extra clothes back in my locker, plus, I look way too casual.
I head to the back room and grab my extra set of clothes, changing in front of all the other dancers in the back as I use to do.
I come out and stare at myself in the mirror. Crop top, shorts, tights, boots- eh it'll do. I head back out to the main area, grabbing a drink along the way. As I sit back down next to Joker on the couch I bring the glass up to my lips and slowly take a sip. I see both J's and the other mans eyes set on to me
"Yes?" I say, more in a question form.
"You changed?" The other man states
"And the sky is blue... Your point?"
The man chuckles, bringing a bottle of Alcohol up to his own mouth.
"You have Mr.J's humor I see"
Well after he kidnaps you, it kinda rubs off. I just nod my head, biting my tongue as I sip my drink. I'm gonna need another 10 of these if I plan on not killing someone... I'm still pissed. I usually get alcohol to take the edge off but damnit, I couldn't get that little voice in the back of my mind to drain away.
The two of them go back to talking and I zone out until the man says something that makes me snap...
"You're a lucky man J, to have Harley and a nice piece of ass like this"
I clench my one fist and tighten my grip around the glass I had in my other hand until it shatters, shards of glass piercing through my skin.
The man looks at me with great concern and J just smiles over at me. The bastard probably had this planned out. Waiting for me to snap, just to show my insanity.
"I'm gonna go and clean up" I grit through my teeth and hold my bleeding hand, but J harshly grabs my wrist stopping me.
"You alright?" He says with a smile.
That fucking smile. I want to shred it from his face! Ah! All he does is push my buttons, pushing and pushing me further.
That's it isn't it?
He likes to show people that they all are insane? He provokes them little by little, trying to watch them fall apart.
"I'm fucking peachy" I grit out a fake smile before trying to walk out again but he pulls me back on to his lap
"Do you not see the glass in my hand?" I whisper yell at him
"Well she's a feisty one, J" the nameless man says.
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The Stripper
FanfictionHeidi, a girl with a rough past and secrets that she has told no one. She has lived all over the country, trying to find a place she could call home. After a move to Gotham, she begins working at "The Madhouse", a club owned by none other than the...
