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Mistress Jay	By : DarkRoze Category: DC Verse Movies > The Dark Knight Views: 2653 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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They moved quickly down the steps of the fire escape, they passed a several cops on the way down one or two nodded and smiled at them but the majority just stared in stunned silence but didn't try to stop them. Andy stopped the decent next to a steel door with a large white number three on it. Someone had placed a purple ribbon on the door handle and Andy removed it stuffing it in her pocket as she turned around.
"Get dressed, we have a moment and I wouldn't want you to lose face." She said with a smirk as he stood there looking at her with cautious eyes as she removed the lid of the box and tossed it aside. She took the box from his hands and was surprised by the jolt of electricity that shot through her when their hands brushed. He let go of the box now eyeing her suspiciously as she held it for him. He removed his beloved coat and was happy to see most of his more expensive and prized knives littered the bottom of the box and in one corner was his deck of joker cards carefully placed in a clear plastic card case, as if to keep them from getting damaged from the knives. When the box was empty Andy tossed it to the floor in a corner where the lid had landed. Joker held the now empty card case to her and she shoved it in her briefcase.
"Now that I don't have to worry about watching your back we can get the hell out of here." She said.
"And just who might my heroin be?" The Joker asked finally.
"Andy Wayne attorney at law, I am your legal representation." She said extending a hand for him to shake it seemed professional, cool, almost like a well rehearsed play. He didn't take the offer to hand, he glanced from it to her face and licked his lips. The Joker had known many men and many women and his line of work but had a gut feeling none were like this woman that stood before and he wasn't sure what to expect from her which was a more than a little troublesome since he built his empire on reading people and predicting their movements. When he didn't take her hand she shook her head and dropped it to her side should quickly opened a briefcase and checked inside for something pulling out the small watch she checked the time she looked back up at him and then turned around to leave through the nearby door. He could see her look both ways and then she turned back to him.
"Come on we can get to my car now, all the reporters that were waiting should be rushing off to the bombing." She said then not waiting she slipped out the door and began walking to her black 1970s mustang that sat close to the door. He stepped into the parking garage and saw the car as she slid smoothly into the driver seat, it had purple and lime green flames on the side and a jester hat hung from the mirror. Opening the passenger door he noted even the locks had the custom covers that seemed to adorn everything around her. She buckled up and looked at him expectantly.
"Yes yes safety first, wouldn't want anyone to get hurt would we?" He sighed as he buckled up, she carefully backed out and then she began to weave the car down the long rows.
"So are you gonna take me home, or for a Sunday drive?" The Joker asked.
"Well since I can't leave your side either that only leaves one location." They reached the ground level and stopped, it was empty just as she was hoping. The press was surprisingly easy to manipulate, all she had to do was throw them a juicy bone and they bent to please her. She reached across to the glove box and pulled out a small mask that looked like a courtesan mask and tied it on tightly then she let her hair down covering the stings. She left the glove box open and he saw there was make up in there as well as a pair of black gloves.
"I thought you might like to freshen up a bit." She commented as they pulled out onto the street, he reached in and used a finger to apply a fresh coat of makeup, he looked in the glove box and saw some moist wipes for him to clean his hand with and started giggling. Andy rolled her eyes and hit the gas any one that was around would have seen the green flames shoot out of the tail pipes as she did so. Soon they were rocketing through the streets and the Joker knew why she had made him put on his seat belt.
"Isn't there a speed limit through here?" He asked mockingly.
"Does it matter? Enjoy the rush while it last." She smiled at him, and had he not seen her before he would have never believe the woman in the police station was the same woman that drove through the streets of Gotham like the devil himself chased them. She watched the road carefully as they turned a corner sharply.
"I've worked hard to get where I am, and I've worked hard to get what I have. I'm not trying to say that I'm ungrateful that the press thinks you've been behind half my work but it is annoying that you get the credit for all my hard work and planning." She turned and looked at him as they rounded another corner, at the other end was a brick wall yet she didn't stop nor did she even slowdown. "You really don't look like a man with a plan." She said smoothly as she reached over with her right hand and laid it on his inner thigh. He groaned inwardly, he had finally met a woman with her head on fairly striate and she was driving them to their death. He couldn't help the involuntary laughter as they closed the last few inches between the car the brick wall, he closed his eyes and only thought for a split second how he wouldn't get to play with his bests pal Bats. Her laughter filled the car, he waited for pain, the sound of metal bending or glass shattering, but all he heard was her laughter mingling with his. She moved her hand and grabbed the brake that sat next her seat on the floor as she turned the sharply to the left throwing it into a drift that any street racer would have envied. She kept the wheels tight as the car came to an abrupt stop. She got out and shut the door without saying a word to him; he quickly undid his seat belt and fallowed her. The building they were in had assorted cars, vans and trucks in a multi colored line on one side of a large well lit tube. He could see hoses and fans leading there. On this side the vehicles were all lined up and organized with same green and purple flames that her black mustang had. He saw towers of wooden crates of all shapes and sizes stacked across the building. She was walking up a set of steel steps to what appeared to be a camp trailer with a thick blue streak. It looked very out of place here amidst the operation.
"Wait here while I get your car." She said, and stepped into the trailer. He realized looking back at the car it was designed to stick out and the cops were more than likely fallowing her, no doubt that Bruce had demanded as much from Gordon after they left. He looked around still baffled but he was starting to regain himself as several men scurried around. He heard some yelling and looked away from the towers towards the sound, it was then that he noticed the that the image of a wall was being projected from a black box over head about six feet in from the door they had come through. He smiled to himself it was just an illusion, a trick, and she pulled it off seamlessly. He had to give her credit for that he mused to himself as a man came running past him giving him as a birth as he could. The man needed to get to the trailer but when he saw the Joker standing there like a guard dog, with his eyes watching every move the small group of men made he actually thought about not running to get his Mistress. As quickly as that thought came he dismissed it, Mistress had saved his ass and he wasn't about to disappoint her like this so ordering the other men to hold their prisoner down he ran to where he knew she would be avoiding the other man as best he could.
"Mistress!" He called as he reached the bottom of the steps, she must have been just walking out any way because she stepped out so suddenly that he almost ran into her and had to gab the railing to right himself as he felt a little off kilter with the sudden stop to his momentum.
"What?" She snapped impatiently. She really wanted to get Joker out of Gotham and back to her hideout.
"We've found a rat, Mickey and I were scouting the new cars you asked for when we passed by and saw Bail talking to a cop in a restaurant, at first we didn't know what to think but he was in there for at least an hour and half that we saw." The man panted out in a rush. The Joker had to give it to the man, if his goons could say so much in one breath there might be a few less dead. He shook his head to himself giggling in that way that made you feel as if he got some unheard joke, on second thought no there probably wouldn't. Andy looked over at the Joker scowling but didn't say anything just waved her hand dismiss fully at the man who scurried off back to his captured prize. The Joker had the distinct impression of a large dopy dog bring his master a dead rat as present which sent him into another fit of laughter. Andy had the almost uncontrollable urge to walk over and smack what she could of that smile off his lips, but she refrained and walked by him with her head held high.
"Come on or I'll get a leash for you." She said in a low tone as she walked by, there was haughtiness in her voice and the Joker felt his member jump.
"Don't forget the whip, Missssstress." He said her name long and drawn out in a way only he could and made it feel dirty to her and she felt herself moisten. It was strange since this Mistress clearly the dominated these men and that was not his style, HE was the dominator in all his relationships, and in addition the thought of her actually trying to put a leash and collar in him was quite amusing. Still cackling like a little school girl he did as she commanded, he had nothing to lose by playing her game for now.
"Mistress, I swear I didn't tell them anything. I was just trying to get information, honest!" The man on his knees begged.
"Shh," she said placing a finger over his trembling lips. "Now you're going to tell me everything that was said while you talked to the nice policeman, and if I think you're lying or leaving anything out I'll let Sarge have his way with you." She said in a very soft velvet voice. Even though the Joker didn't know who Sarge was he could see that the man paled several shades.
"I went there to get something to eat, and I heard over the radio about the bombing, the cop got up to leave and I wanted to keep him distracted, to give the boys time to get away." He said in one breath.
"Sarge you have use of my room, I want a complete report of everything this little rat has done. When you're finished you may have him as your new toy." Mistress said looking up and the large man that held the back of Bail's neck. Sarge got a large grin on his face and picked the man up by the neck and threw him over his shoulder like a sack of flour as he walk to the trailer. Mistress didn't turn around to watch as then the two men disappeared inside the trailer, nor did she look to see the smaller of the two howling and begging screaming pleas of remorse.
"Such a waist," she commented to herself. "When good help goes bad, do you have that trouble often?" She asked the Joker.
"From time to time I do find rodents scampering about but I find that I have a knack for extermination." He replied flatly not going any further.
"Unless that rodent happens to have wings," she said sarcastically. She was rewarded with his manic laughter.
"Mistress," the first man said brings her attention back to him before the Joker could respond. "We delivered the flowers and we found all the vehicles you requested. They should be here and ready for your use in a few days." He said in a pleased tone.
"Good," she said and then without warning she hit him hard across the face with the back of her hand and the man hit one knee. When the man looked up he had blood trailing down one corner of his mouth. "Next time we have a guest in our home you will not bring such filth before him. Do you understand?" The Joker couldn't help but laugh, she was upset that her nice clean image had been marred. He could see that she felt belittled in some way and even more laughter bubbled out of him.
"I am sorry Mistress! I didn't think-" the man began.
"No you didn't think!" She snapped cutting him off. She threw him forward on the ground and then proceeded to walk off. The Joker stood there laughing down at the man, he heard a car engine start somewhere nearby turning his head towards the sound he saw a car that was the same purple as his suit with a green top, he could see the inside had the same color green leather.
"Ooo are we going somewhere?" He asked as Andy getting out.
"Yes we are but you're driving, I'll just be telling you where to go." She smiled at him.
"Bossy tart, aren't ya?" He said licking his lips. She didn't reply as she stepped past him and bent down and picked up the man by his hair that was still lying on the ground.
"You were asked a question." She said in that same velvet voice.
"I-I d-don't know M-Mistress." The man stuttered, clearly this was not the first time she had beaten him since she had him so well trained but the Joker figured that she must like the man since she was being so gentle with him. He wondered if she were always this gentle how she got so many men working for her. She walked to the black car without a word and leaned in to get her briefcase, in order to do accomplish this she had to bend over and reach into the back, she heard whistling from behind her and knew it was the Joker.
"Next time, take a picture it will last longer or so I hear." She said standing back up and shutting the door, there was a smile on her face and the Joker knew that she hadn't minded one bit. She walked to the car door and slid into the passenger seat. He fallowed cue and walked around and slid into the driver seat. The car was a four door with a long bench seat across the back; there were latches on the back windows where you pull it down so you wouldn't have to shoot through the glass. He noticed that there was a grinning joker on the steering wheel and that most of the car seemed designed for him.
"Happy belated birthday." She said to him sarcastically, as he hit the gas. The car rocketed out of the warehouse and down the streets.

Alright guys please understand that not only am I NOT a professional writer but I also have my own ideas of how Mr. J would or would not act. I say this only because I've been told before that I was writing him wrong and to you I say: Thank you! (LOL sorry, got sick of trolls on another site... that's why I'm here now)
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