Predator. Prey.

One Shot: Luck (Part Two)

We entered the warehouse with his arm hooked around my waist and my eyes glowing in excitement. This was it, my first appearance in the underworld of Gotham. This was the first time I would be seen as not just his toy, but also his weapon. This was the first time my heart was fluttering in sheer terror rather than heated desire. My adrenaline was pumping and fueling my thoughts, and my heart was racing at record speeds. It was time to show him I would fight for him, and I would follow his every command, despite the danger, despite the pain.

Gripping me tighter, we made our way into the main room, and my heart dropped at the height of the ceiling, and the size of the walls. A voice in my head screamed that I was so small, and this fight was too big, and these lights were too bright, and I wasn't ready. She spewed logic that coated every corner of my brain. I began breathing harder, gripping my chest with a pained expression as the relentless screaming inside my mind demanded me to turn around. She was relentless, and the walls and immense ceiling swirled around and blurred together, and my stomach flipped as I felt the ground giving out beneath my feet.

Run.

You can still make it out.

Take the keys and leave.

Go home.

Go home.

Get out.

Get out.

Get out.

Get-

"Hey, hey. Look at Daddy, baby. Look at him."

Facing me, his white skin and deep voice halted my inner turmoil and my blurry vision melted away into a clear image of his face: he was hauntingly beautiful, and his eyes were displaying that emotion he has so often that I can't quite place. It's a cross between rage and desire-something I might never be able to explain. I was immediately brought back to reality as I studied him with wide orbs, captivated by his words,

"I'm right here. Focus. Smile. Be a good girl."

He tilted my chin upwards, and I gave him a small smirk as my breathing returned to normal.

His eyes darkened,

"Much better."

I closed my eyes and leaned my forehead into his, feeling a final moment of peace.

It was at this moment that another door off to the side swung open, and immediately Joker dropped his hands and straightened his back. I turned to face the figures quickly approaching us, and the anticipation began reeling inside my body.

Eight of them walked up to us, impossibly tall and recklessly tatted. Joker still had height on all of them but Null, the biggest and the baddest, reached J's height and towered over me, even in my heels. His henchmen stood back as he stepped forward, extending an inked and bruised hand as his throaty voice echoed off the walls of the warehouse,

"Joker-it's a pleasure. You know I appreciate this arrangement you and I got."

Standing stagnant and solid, J tilted his head upwards, clearly trying to establish dominance as he smirked,

"Are you sweet talking me, Null?"

He tilted his head back to be eye level with the gang leader, raising his eyebrows in amusement as Null quickly retracted his hand and glanced away for a moment,

"No-no, J. I'm just saying, you and me, it's working nice. You make me good money, I make you good money. It's a good deal."

"Mm,"