In Too Deep

30

Haven't You Heard by The North Panics

"Stay back with her Frost" I can hear Jack say from the living room. I light up a cigarette as I sit in our bed.

I get up from my spot and walk towards the railing. I look over to see both men talking covertly. I take a drag and blow the smoke upwards.

"Bye baby" I say as he walks towards the door.

"Wait up for me" he smirks and I smile.

Once it closes behind him I walk away from the railing and towards the closet.

"Johnny!" I yell from the walk-in closet.

"Yes Quinn" he stands at the entrance and I beckon him in with my fingers.

"What is decent enough to wear on a night out?" I smirk and he stares at me.

"I thought you didn't want to go out?" he asks.

"Change of plans" I wink and pull a few pieces of clothing out.

"We're going to the club"

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I get out of the Escalade and walk over to the drivers seat as I wait for Johnny to get out of the car. He stand next to me and I can tell by his lack of facial expressions he's upset with me.

"You're about to witness one of my best performances Johnny. Liven up" I hook my arm around his as we walk to the entrance of the club.

It's on the main strip of downtown Gotham city. I haven't been down here in ages.

We walk in without needing to wait in line an the crowd groans, swearing at me. I smile before slipping up the neckline to my mouth.

I wear my hair down in waves and my heels click against the black marble floors. The tiles are outlined with gold.

"So what exactly is this club?" I look around and I'm slightly confused by the set up.

There's a large stage reminding me of a strip club but beyond that are small glass tube cages with women and men dancing in them. They're all dressed scandalously, gold clothing hugging their frames. Chains hang from the middle of them and they use it to dance. There's a bar to my left and booths to my far right.

"Joker likes to call it his deviant club. Only the bad hang out here. No one but the worst of the worst are allowed to be in here" I nod and spot a large booth surrounded by gold chains. Two women dance for the green haired man in his private booth. I look around and spot something that sends bolts of electricity through my body.

"Wait right here" I tell Johnny as I walk to the bar.

I grab a bat from behind the counter and make my way towards the booth. I sit the bat behind the booth and walk around so i'm in his field of vision. He pays no attention to me, too concentrated on the whore grinding on his lap.

One woman dressed in a black fishnet dress with a gold thong is on his lap, rubbing herself on him. I can feel my blood boil as it runs through my veins. The other is in a gold mini skirt and black pasties. She dances on the mini stage with a strip pole. I look up at her and give her a small smile. I beckon her to bend over as I ask her something.

She shakes her head and points towards the woman on Jack. I tell her to scram and she shrugs. I grab the bat and rest it on my shoulder.

I walk towards the couple as she turns around and sits firmly on him. She bends down to kiss his throat and he opens his eyes. His eyes widen and he chuckles. I swing it and hit his glass of bourbon off of the edge of the booth.

"Princess. What brings you here?" he asks. I grab her dark hair and bring her back into my chest.

"Is this who you've been fucking?" I ask him as I speak into her ear.

"What's it to you bitch? My client. My money" I giggle.

"You think this is about money Roxy?" I drop the bat and extract the knife secured in my garter strap. I hold it against her throat and look down at Jack.

"You messed with the wrong man sweety. He doesn't belong to anyone but me" I lick her cheek while maintaining eye contact with him.

"Who are you?" she asks. I can hear the dread in her voice.

"Harley motherfucking Quinn" and with that I drag knife across her throat. I push her body towards Jack as she coughs up blood.

He laughs loudly and stands up. Tossing her body on the couch beside him.

I slip the knife back into my garter strap and grab the bat.

I hold it against his chest.

"Not another step. Or i'll smash your teeth in" I warn him. He holds his hands up in surrender, blood coating his shirt and skin.

"Come here cupcake" I shake my head. He growls and pushes the bat away diving for me.

I swing it without hesitation, hitting him square in the mouth.

"You bitch!" he yells, blood pouring out of his mouth.

I feel arms grab onto my small body and I lick and scream in their hold. I drop my bat and Jack grabs my face.

"Wrong move" and my world goes back.