The Set Up

The Bar Room Part 2

AN: Sooooooo this has been a long awaited chapter. Sorry to anyone who was following the story. When I was writing this I was planning my wedding and then honeymoon and blah blah blah. Well after everything I got out of the mood of writing for a long time. I got busy being a family woman and settling down and all that. I've just recently tried to get back into writing (mainly my 2D fanfic) and have been trying hard to stay on a schedule. Thankfully, I've been doing pretty good with it and even though I'm not so active on here I'm very much so on my computer, even to the point where I completed my 2D story I'm just going through correcting things. I'm slow to update but I'm back to this story now. Anyways, here it is, part 2 to the Bar Room :D 

Joker suddenly stepped away, bending down and lining his cue up for another shot, "So, 22, huh?" A loud crack sounded as the Joker made his shot, sinking another solid. He stood up straight, "Or about to be. My, my, my. Aren't you just the little bird leaving it's nest."

I shrug lamely, looking away, "Not really. I've been out for a few years now."

Joker takes off his coat, laying the expensive fabric neatly over the back of a nearby bar stool. I watched as he rolled the sleeves up to his elbows on his crisp white button down, revealing yet more tattoos going across his forearms. One read 'HAHAHAHA' over and over in a semi messy scroll and another was of a large set of smiling teeth. I met those steel grey eyes again.

"Tell me, little bird, where's your nest?" He purred in a predator like way, a way you knew he was thinking and it wasn't anything good.

I smiled, already figuring out his plan, "I'm not talking about my family, if that's what your fishing for."

He frowned, low anger flashing in his eyes.

"And why's that? We had a deal, doll."

I nodded, "I know," I frown and bite on my lower lip for a moment before sighing quietly, "Truth is, I couldn't tell you if I wanted. I grew up in the system, bounced around a lot," I shifted around on my feet, "Didn't get out until I was 16 and even then didn't get stable until I was 19 and moved here."

He leaned back over the table, lining up again, "So a tumble weed then," He takes a shot,the blue ball bouncing around before settling in the middle of the table, "Missed."

I chalk the cue once more before looking for a easy target, "Yeah, but its whatever, I guess. Shit happens, people don't want their kids so they give them up. Its life."

I taken my shot on a striped yellow balled, landing in a corner pocket. Suddenly, I felt Joker's presence behind me as I stood. His heavy breath hitting the back of my neck made shiver dance across my skin in a delightful way. His hand rested on my bare shoulder before sliding along my arm and pushing down my laced black glove, his hand resting on my forearm.

"How someone could give up something like you," he paused, pressing his face into my hair to take a deep breath, growling slightly, "Its a damn travesty."

My mouth and throat seemed to dry up as I tried to meekly force out my next words, "M-my turn."

He stepped away, choosing to instead lean against the table, "Go on. Ask. Me. Anything."

I raised a brow, looking at him skeptically. Asking the Joker a question? It didn't hit me until now but that was like sticking your head in a gator's mouth to get a closer look at his teeth. I hummed in thought, trying to come up with something not stupid but not dangerous.

Finally, I grinned, "Ok. I remember watching the news the day you came to The Underground."

"Yeah. And?" He questioned.