One Bad Day

Ruining Date Night

Harley's POV

I got dressed as Mistah J wanted. I walked outside and saw him standing next to his purple limo. He was dressed up in his best clothes looking imaculate, with his hands behind his back. A lavish smile was plastered to his face. He stood there like a beautiful statue. Promt, prim, and proper.

I smile and walk to him. "I believe flowers are customary in this situation," he says lowly as he brings his hand out from behind his back and is holding a small rose bush. The dirt drops from the exposed roots from where he pulled it up out of the ground. I laugh a bit as I take it. He shrugs and cackles loudly with me.

He opens the door for me and I get in. Inside of the limo is a bar and a Chase lounge. I slide up on it, my shimmering short dress, loosely going where I go. Mistah J give out some orders to various henchmen then got in. His door was shut for him. His cane rest in front of him, his hands clenching the top. He stares at me spread out comfortably across from me.

"Can I get you a drink?" I politely ask.

"Burbon," he says almost in a growl.

I bend over to the bar, making sure my dress rides up my bottom. I pour his drink and hand it to him. His eyes were planted exactly where I expected them to be. He growls and gulps down his drink. He re-positions himself.

He leans forward to me. "We need to talk."

I sit up straight and try to prepare myself. I know that he's having doubts about the baby. I hope he doesn't still want to get rid of it. I quickly do mental inventory and calculate the number of wepons I have if I need them.

"Harley..." He sighs, "this baby changes some things. It changes the way I look at you." His hands elaborate his words flamboyantly, "Now that my child is inside of you I can't...treat you the way I have in the past. I can't...hurt you...no matter how much I may want to. It's a difficult thing I'm trying to manage... sometimes I just lose it and I can't control the rage inside of me. But I must...and...just knowing that my child is growing inside of you...it makes me...feel... possessive of you. We haven't been having a relationship in which I actually wanted to be in. But now... I... I want you. I want you to be mine and only mine. I want us to be a... family."

"Oh puddin," I say with tears falling down my white cheeks.

"Do you want this?" He asks looking at me intently.

"Of course. Yes!" I smile and leap forward to kiss him. His hands slide under my dress and he grasps my panties.

He pulls away with a growl, "You're gonna tease daddy all night." He forced a smile to his face and wipes a tear from my cheek. "Now you're mine. I will protect you and the child with my life."

His arms wrap around my back. He kisses me deeply and again stops. "You have to get up," he says his fingers lightly tracing my lips, "I won't be able to walk if you don't."

I giggle and position myself back on the chase lounge. His eyes trace the length of my body. He's never looked at me like this. Like he wants me. I can't see how hard he's struggling to keep his composure.

"I definitely need another drink," he says, making his own this time. He drinks it down. He's on drugs tonight, I can tell. It's the only time he is ever really... happy. The only time he's not obsessing over work. The only time he seems to relax.

The limo took us to one of Mistah J's nicer, VIP only clubs. It was well hidden beneath Gotham's streets. It was built underneath a school. It's only entrance was through an ally. It was heavily armed and secured.

We get out and Mistah J slips his arm around my waist. As we walk up guns lower, respect is shown, and the door opened for us. We walk into the loud club, bassing with dance music. The club was filled only with people that are currently in Mistah J's good graces. But that could change on a whim.

We are extended champagne on a silver tray as we walk up to Mistah J's own private VIP room. He takes a glass and I take one as well. Mistah J looks at me through narrowed eyes.

He takes the glass out of my hand, "You won't be drinking tonight," he hands my glass to Johnny as we walk into the room.

The door shuts and no one else comes in. Mistah J prowls the room, drawing the shades on the window shut. I sit down on a purple rounded couch. Mistah J slides up next to me. He stares at me from head to toe as he drinks his champagne down in one sip.

"I have sat in this very club with you twenty three times since our... aquaintance. Twenty three times I sat here and watched you go out there on the dance floor, shaking your ass, watching every man try not to get too close..." He scoots a bit closer to me and takes a strand of my hair in his white fingertips. "Twenty three times I sat here with an embarrassing situation in my pants...tonight isn't gonna be twenty four," he slowly shakes his head. "Tonight you're giving Daddy a lap dance."

I grin devilishly and stand up. He slides down in his seat staring up at me as he bites his bottom lip. I straddle his thighs and start to sway to the music as my hands move along my body. I dip down grinding up against him. He growls as his hands clench my hips.

"Oooh, Daddy wasn't lying about that embarrassing situation in his pants, was he?" I coo.

He gives me an evil smirk and rolls his hips to grind into me again. My hand goes down between us. I'm about to unbuckle his belt when we hear gunfire. "You have got to be kidding me!!" He shouts and quickly moves me off he.

He pulls his gun and rushes to the window. I pull out my small gold Derringer from between my breasts. Mistah J looks out then quickly turns to me. He moves a table to the middle of the floor and stands on it. He reaches up to the ceiling and removed a vent cover.

"Come on baby, time for all the ladies with babies in their tummies to make a quick get away," he says quickly, motioning for me to get over to the table.

"No, I'm not leaving you," I say.

"I don't have the time for this Harley, get your ass over here! I'm doing this because of the baby! Now! Move!!"

He helps me up in the vent and hands me an AK-47. Then he grabs the vent cover and is about to put it back. "Wait! Aren't you coming with me?!"

"I have to handle this! Go! Two lefts and a right will put you in the schools main hallway. Hide until the gunfire stops! When it does get out! Do you understand me?!" He sternly points his finger at me. "Now go!" And I can no longer see him because the vent cover is back in place.

I crawl through the airducts in fear as I listened to the gunblasts. Automatics. Semi automatics. Handguns. I hold in screams as bullets come into the ducts, thankfully I'm unscathed. But what about my Mistah J? I knew he could definitely take care of himself, but I always stay and fight with him. But I guess with a baby on the way that that'll have to change.

I do as instructed and hide under a teacher's desk. I can still slightly make out the sounds of gunfire deeply beneath the school. I didn't really know what to do except wait.