《Gangsta//Joker》With secrets that nobody knows
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"Dont i look good?" I ask walking into the living room where frost and donny were sitting. I was wearing a long sleeve black velvet midthigh length dress with a turtle kneck collar and over the knee grey high heel boots, makeup done to perfection as per usual with a burgundy lipstick and My hair had been straightened and pulled back into a sleek ponytail.
"You look like a hooker" donny says and i slap the back of his head making him laugh but hold it in pain. "You know im kidding you look like a babe" he says sarcastically wiggling his eyebrows yet i scoff at him.
"Better cut it out before someone gets mad" frost says with a light smirk alluding to the joker.
"I doubt it she actually seems like shes in a good mood this morning...very good actually" he teases and i glare at frost knowing he told donny what happened this morning.
"I hate both of you" i grumble crossing my arms and realize i hate all of them. "Actually all 3 of you" i correct myself thinking about joker, Think of the devil and he shall appear.
"Whaaat did i do now?" He ask in his nasally voice walking up behind us as he pulls on his blazer. Giving him a confused look when i take in his appearance he huffs at me as if asking 'what'?
"How did you take longer then me and still look undone?" i ask beginning to unbutton his horribly buttoned shirt, the left side slots didnt match with the right side buttons
"Are those hickeys?" Donny ask but the topic is quickly changed after a loud smacking sound and a small 'ow'.
"Were just going to get the rest of the men together and wait outside..." Frost tells us adjust his sleeves and i can here the smirk in his voice.
"I think you have a thing for me" joker teases reffering to me fixing his shirt and i nearly strangle him. Grabbing him by the collar of his wrinkled shirt i pull him to my height.
"If you repeat any of what i said in your room im going to kill you in your sleep slit your throat right open, you hear me?" I grumble in his face but he rolls his eyes pushing my hands off. "By the way frost said new car earlier, i thought you said you'd never switch your car" i ask adjusting my dress.
"Your hair looks...nice" he chokes out and i smile at the compliment and nearly laugh at how hard it was for him to give it until he talks again. "Looks gripable and nice to touch" he teases walking out the door and i pull a knife from the knife holder before chasing him out the door. I can hear his sadistic laugh as he heads to the driveway and i stop when i see an exact replica of his car just black.
"Whos car is this?" I ask admiring it. I never had a dream car until i saw this one. Ignoring his glare and weird looks i was getting from the henchmen i turned to joker just in time to catch the keys aimed at my face.
"Yours, happy birthday...or whatever" he throws in and i scream in excitement opening the door climbing in. The interior was a dark purple with furry seat covers although it still smelled of fresh leather. The passenger door opens up revealing a fidgeting joker who climbs in and the minute he closes the door my foot is on the gas.
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After spending the day shopping(more like shoplifting) and collecting money from people that stole from j or didnt pay it back i was filled with adrenaline as we entered his club. Pulling my new grey fur coat over my shoulders i grin hearing the music get louder because of me and jokers entrance.
"Daddy has..buisness to handle ill be back later have a good birthday" he says irritably looking at his phone and i huff crossing my arms. It was my birthday and he was dissapearing, since when did he do buisness without me?! He was hiding something! Noticing my glare he gives me a silver smile that i cant resist smiling back.
"Ill be back doll, go drink dance...oh look there goes the flower pot!" he says pushing me right into ivy and i give her a sarcastic smile.
"You bitch! How dare you leave me at arkham?!" I joke taking in her appearance. She had on a olive green dress clear heels and a leather jacket with a flower crown around her redish orange hair.
"Every bitch for themselves!" She jokes with her hands on her hips eyeing the club and returning her gaze back to me. "besides i knew joker wouldnt leave his precious doll behind, he's to inlove" she smirks and i roll my eyes leading her to the bar where johnny frost and donny are seated.
"Happy birthday" they both say shoving a shot of some dark alcohol in my hand and i quickly chug both before ordering 3 more.
"Ive never seen you drink this much" frost says confused observing everything that was going on in the club.
"Ive actually never seen her drink" donny says equally confused as i take another shot.
"Its my birthday im not going to be a bore! besides my partner in crime is gone so this is the next best thing" i smile taking another shot.
"You sure you and him dont date because im sensing some tension in you" ivy teases crossing her arms after taking my last shot.
"Oh the tension was very sexual this morning" frost tells her and i suddenly dont like their newfound friendship, since it consisted of harassing me.
"We were just playing around! Besides me and the clown would be the weirdest looking couple ever" i add swaying to the music.
"No way! You two would have the cutest mixed babies" ivy squeals and i nearly punch her in the face.
"Im leaving" i say turning around only to have someone bump into me, did they not know who i was?!
"Ashton...ashton lawton is that you?" A shrill voice says and i eye the brown eyed covered in freckless short brunette dressed in a slutty red dress . Apparently she knew very well who i was..
"Uh do i know you?" I ask uninterested yet somewhat confused as to why she was smiling like joker right before he killed someone and why she looked slightly familiar.
"Its me! Sophia michaels from the 4th grade we use to be best friends and you just moved" she pouts and i think back to the 4th grade. We were bestfriends and i thought bestfriends told eachother everything. I told her i was raped and she told everyone about it every student, teacher even the 5th grade class knew! Then when i started getting alot of attention she became extremely jealous. She told everyone i lied about it for attention and started believing her lies. She was a spoiled little rich girl and whenever something didnt go her way or the attention wasnt on hershe made everyone feel like they were in hell. That had been the worst weak of my life and only got worse when her dad came to pick her up that friday. Her dad was troy, my rapist. As i look her over i see a hopeful smile on her face and i feel the smirk growing on my face.
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"How could i forget? Wow, lets catch up" i smirk cinicaly leading her to the vacant bathroom. Oh you naiive little bitch.
I feel the smile on my face as i walk back to frost, ivy and donny they all gave me a suspicious look. I strutted through the crowd blood on my hands and the evil smirk on my red lipstick covered lips.
"Wheres your friend?" Ivy ask sarcastically...and a bit jealously. I cackle throwing my head back and plop into a bar stool inbetween her and the boys.
"Lets just say she wont be joining us to sing happy birthday" i grin propping my hands on the bar. Before anymore questions could be asked a scream is heard over the music follow by more horrified screams and girls running out the bathroom as if their lives depended on it.
"Usually when i walk in i hear the sounds of music getting louder but today i hear screams, i think i like that better" the joker chimes in his nasaly voice and i smile facing him noticing his top three buttons are undone. "Looks like you had a good birthday, dollface" he says eyeing my bloody hands and i nod.
"Kill the people who killed me" i shrug and he humms happily taking the shot from infront of me downing it sending me a sly wink.
"I see youve been having fun with flower pot" he adds and the smile falls off of Ivys face and is replaced with a scowl.
"Listen you circus act, i will wrap a vine around your scrawny kneck and squeeze the life from your useless body" she seethes making a choking motion with her hands and i grin looking back at joker waiting to see his reaction, but he simply looks amused.
"Dont entertain me with a good time" he smirks and my smile falters, he only played around with me like this...or did he? Whatever it was i didnt like it he was only suppouse to joke around with me like that. I turn around grabbing the bottle from behind the bar taking a long swallow to drown out the stupid thoughts. He was just my partner in crime we were hardly friends i cant act all possesive because of his stupid flirting. Thats what men do- they flirt with women and get them to be so sprung and in love just to tear them down and do the same thing to the next woman when they get bored of the current one.
"You ok?" I hear and look up seeing them all looking at me my grip tight on the bottle and ivy had a knowing smirk on her face.
"Yeah but this blood is pissing me off, i dont want that stupid girls blood on me" i say pulling myself together off the bar stool and walking through the sweaty crowd to the private bathroom upstairs.
The music sounded like humming from up here and although i loved music i needed a break. While washing my hands off i hear the door open and see j in the mirror behind me with his arms crossed and eyes watching me intensly. "Whats the problem?" He ask curiously, he knew me to well. Turning the water off i turn around to face him seeing a red mark on his hand, as if he was fighting.
"Where were you?" I demand forcefully but he groans rolling his eyes as i walk over to where he's standing.
"I told you something for buisness doll, now stop asking me ok? im not going to tell you" he grumbles out and i look up at him with doe eyes licking my lips which catches his attention.
"Really mistah j" i purr out innocently batting my eyelashes at him watching as he slowly leans in. Pulling him closer to me by his wrinkled shirt he gives me a wolfish grin as he leans down. Brushing my lips over his he humms in satisfaction until my lips go to his kneck leaving little kisses that turn into small sharp bites and by the way hes growling and his third leg hes very much enjoying it. Knotting my fingers in the back of his hair and tugging a bit rough he lets out a rigid groan.
"Bad bad girl" he breathes heavily but it turns into a growl and his hands are gripping tightly on my hips.
"But mistah j likes it" i smirk before sucking near the pulse on his neck and realizing how drunk i actually am. Not sure what the hell i was drinking but clearly it has some strong side effects.
"You should stop" he practically moans before His hand trails up my throat turning my head so that he now his access to my neck. His cold lips begin torture on my neck tounge darting out every once in a while making me shiver. His teeth begin leaving little bite marks before he licks the tingling spot soothing the sensual pain. "Im not-" he says biting the base of my throat "-going to-" he adds licking his tounge up my neck earning a shiver and light gasp "-tell you" he finishes placing a kiss on my ear and taking a step back. Did he...did he just use my skills against me?! I must be drunk. At this point i didnt care what he was doing, probably nothing really important that rendered my attention.
"Ok" i shrug going to the bathroom door only to be pulled back into his chest.
"Im serious dollface, im not telling you so dont ask anymore" he says seriously and i give him a look. Did he not hear me say ok?
But little did i know it wasnt ok he had something up his sleeve that mightve been his worst trick yet.
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