Damaged | Joker Leto

Twelve

     I found myself outside of a very popular club. A club that I knew a little too well, but I wasn't here to work.

     I snuck in the back to the dressing room, searching through different lockers from the dancers' clothes.

     I picked out a white crop top that says "fuck" in bold letters. I slipped into very short black shorts and big, black, heels with a bow across my toes and spikes all over the three inch platform. I also found a short, black leather jacket and a choker with a ring dangling from it. The band around it was also very spiked. I played with some of their makeup, going for a very dark smokey eye and dark blood red lips.

     I leaned over and kissed the mirror I sat at, taking the lipstick and writing my name.

     ❤Adore Antoinette

     I giggled and walked out to the main part of the club. Many guys and many dancers. The beat of the song was in sync with the dancer's hips. "Oh Hell" by Somo blared through my ears, and I couldn't help but sing and dance on my own.

     I sat over at the bar and a man with a lot of tattoos bumped into me by accident. "I'm so sorry." He said. I smiled slightly at him and shrugged.

     "Its alright, sweetie." I said as the bartender handed me a drink.

     "Bloody Mary?" He asked, having a little Spanish accent to his voice.

     "Old favorite." I giggled. Looking at his tattoos more, I was interested. I bit my lip trying to understand, but I couldn't. His face was handsome, even though it was tattooed a skull.

     "Same here. So whats a girl like you doing here alone?" He asked. I shrugged again and looked around

     "Hot girls and good drinks, I guess? I don't know haha. Why you here?" I crossed my legs, spinning my chair and leaned my elbows back on the bar. "With my team. We're searching for an old friend of ours. She got away recently."

     "What's that mean? 'Got away recently?"

     "Well, we are supposed to fight crime and save the world, but a member if our team broke out of the asylum yesterday so now our mission is to find her."

     Well shit....

     "Who?" I asked.

     "Harley Quinn. We're the suicide squad."

     My heart sank. "Well, I hope you find her. But why come here?"

     "Her 'puddin' runs this club. We were hoping to find them both here eventually unless we get a call they're somewhere else." He sighed then looked at me. "Oh god, I'm so sorry. I didn't even introduce myself. I'm El Diablo."

     I giggled softly and shook his hand. "Adore Antoinette. Pleasure to meet 'cha. You can just call me A."

     "Well, A, nice to meet you, too."

     I couldn't get this smile off my face. Whoever this guy was, he had something odd about him. He was with criminals, but I didn't see him as one. He was sweet, unlike J.

     "Well, Diablo," I hopped off my seat and finished my drink. "Care to dance?"

     "Sorry sweetie. We can't 'dance' on the job." Said Deadshot as he glared at Diablo. His smile faded and he looked down.

     "Well if I can't get you to dance, guess you'll have a show instead..." I giggled as I made eye contact with an old friend of mine, Amber. One if the dancers since I started working here.

     I strutted over to her and she pulled me on the stage. The song "Control" by Somo came on when I got up there with her.

     She pulled me close and slid my jacket off, throwing it off the stage. I pushed her against the pole and bent down, pushing my ass out on my way up, softly grazing my lips on her skin, giving her chills. She rolled her hips and spun me around so my back was on her front. Even with heels, she was still taller than me.

     She put her hand on my back and I bent over, flipping my hair and doing a body roll up. I played with my hair and swung my hips and butt around on her, her hands on my hips.

     I spun and faced her, lifting my leg around her waist as she kissed down my neck. All the guys, even Diablo and Deadshot had their jaws to the floor. She kissed down my chest as I rolled my head back and gasped.

     She pulled my top off and threw that towards the end of the song.

     "I don't wanna fuck you like this" the song sang as she grinded on me.

     "I don't wanna touch you like this." Her hands trailed up my body to my red and black lace bra that perked my boobs out perfectly.

     "I can see it in your eyes, full of wonder"

     As I looked at her, I saw a familiar green haired man walk through the door with Harley on his arm. He looked mad, usual, and her as happy as ever. He didn't see me right away until he went to his VIP area. Harley squealed and waved at me when she saw me. I gave her a slight smile, licking my lips and winking at her.

     She stopped and just looked at me interested. I rolled my hips on Amber more and Harley started to walk over to me. J was busy talking to someone to notice.

     I got on my knees and crawled over to her, flipping my hair up and grinding on the stage when the lyric "I don't wanna fuck you like this" sang again.

     I had this girl in a trance and we both knew it.

     I extended my hand and she took it, pulling her on the stage with Amber and I.

     She was in the middle as we danced around her slowly and sexually. She stood there intrigued. She wanted in as my lips came close to her's as a tease.

     I softly grazed her face and purred in her ear, licking her neck. I could see straight ahead...

     Joker was staring me down, breathing heavily as I took his girl.

     He adjusted in his seat, and I could tell he was growing larger between the legs from what I was doing to his female. I bit my lip and winked at him at well, motioning my finger for him to come closer.

     He didn't wanna budge, but his bulge was saying something else.