It Was Only a Text

Blood and Grease Paint

A/N: adult situation ahead... ;)

~But it's only human nature

To wanna fuck a stranger

Long as we're honest, we got this

So it ain't nothing major~

~Kesha~

The man drove me to a yuppie clothing store, not saying a word. He waited in the car. I moved quickly inside the store and started shopping. The clothes here were not what I was used to wearing, but I made due with what they had. I left an hour later, arms full of bags. I pushed them all into the back seat and slid into the front. The man, again, didn't say a word, just drove me back to the motel.

The man, who I have decided to call Larry, short for laryngitis, parked the car and got out. I got out and grabbed the bags getting everything to my room. I pulled out the office attire and hung it up in the small closet, I didn't have an iron and needed to be sure to look unwrinkled. When I finished, I gathered the bags and put them by the door.

I turned to sit on the bed and noticed a small TV had been installed in my room. I grabbed the remote and turned it on. I found the news station and smiled, laying back and relaxing. I had almost dozed off when my phone chimed.

The new sound was not what I was used to, I hated having a new phone. I flipped it open and saw a text. "Lobby now."

I sighed pulling myself up, making sure I looked acceptable. I turned off the TV and headed down to the lobby. I stepped inside, confused that no one was there. I walked further into the room and waited. Finally he came barging through the door, dressed in full Joker attire.

"Bree, glad you got my text."

I rolled my eyes, "Yep, I'm here, what's up?"

"Just wanted to give you a pep talk before tomorrow."

I looked at the man in front of me, why was he treating me so delicately?

"What would I need pep for? I just have to go get the job. Easy peasy."

His eyes glittered in the pools of black greasepaint. "Just want you to be prepared. This guy runs a nonprofit organization. To most of Gotham, he is an upstanding citizen. They don't know the truth."

"What's the truth?" I asked.

His red grin stretched across his face. "He is a hopped up drug dealer. He, uh, launders money through the after school rec center."

"What will I have to do once I get hired?" I was nervous now.

"Just get hired. We can talk about the rest, after."

"No problem, people love me." I joked.

He laughed, "Why do you think I picked you?"

"You were tired of dealing with handsy assholes?" I guessed.

"Maybe." He shrugged.

I was not sure why I found myself able to talk to this man so easily. I kind of enjoyed the banter. The underlying wonder of if he was going to kill me or not made me a bit more excited. I frowned when I felt that strange burn of arousal crawling through my stomach, traveling south. Oh, I am a sick, sick puppy. The strangest thought flittered across my mind, maybe this would be step three? Could I actually try to have sex with Joker? The thought didn't repulse me, it just scared the hell out of me. That seemed to be pretty telling.

He was watching me. "What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing, just thinking about what a friend told me."