Joker One Shots

Always in control *smut*

(So, halfway into writing this, I realized I hadn't blessed you, my amazing readers, with smut in a long time. So I turned it into a smut. It's not that detailed or great but it's better than nothing! Don't worry, I'll have more sexcapade stories up soon! Requests are open!)

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Her hips swayed left and right seductively, lusciously as she walked through the sweaty, dancing bodies of the club-goers. She was here on business tonight, but no matter what the excuse was, she was breath taking. With a pout that could kill.

Always dressed to impress.
And impress she did.

She was led in by a couple of the Jokers top men. Two seconds of eye contact, and they were putty in her hands. She flashed a seductive smirk and those dreamy eyes, and they were hers.

They were always hers.

As the men led her to the lavish VIP room, her eyes scanned all around her. She was impressed that the Joker could ever own such a tasteful venue without turning it heinous.
They'd have spats continuously back when they both were locked up at Arkham. And she'd always question the type of man he'd turn out to be outside those walls.

Turning her attention ahead of her, she found herself stopping at a beaded entryway.

"Right this way, miss..." the goon stopped and looked her in the face, his own face mellowing and softening up as he took in her features. "God you're an angel."

The woman smirked and patted the man on the cheek. "What a gentleman. Thank you." Leaning in, she pecked the man gently on the lips and only a mere second later, he dropped dead on the floor.

Looking up at the other men, she smiled slyly and proceeded to walk in through the beads.

The Joker turned his attention to the intruder and his face twisted from a look of upset to pure excitement.

"Pammy! So nice of you to make it!" The joker said as he remained seated, his hands resting on the cane between his legs.

Poison ivy walked slowly inside, her hips still sensually swaying with each step she took. The woman had a way with words and certainly a way with her looks. Even the joker was often caught off-guard by her entrancing stare.

"Clown..." she scoffed.

The Joker couldn't help but laugh.

"Please, take a seat," he smiled and patted the seat right next to his.

Ivy merely smirked and placed a hand on her hip.

"Gladly. Get up, and I will." She spoke confidently.
The Jokers smile disappeared and his eyes grew hard.

"Pardon?" He tried getting her to rephrase her poor choice of words.
"Did I stutter?" She asked, again with that seductive tone.
The Joker couldn't help but growl as he stood up from his seat.
Ivy walked nonchalantly over past him and sat right where he was sitting.
Frost watched the scene unfold and was shocked at the way the Joker let her get away with it. Well, not unless he planned on getting square with her later on.

"Now, what is this all about?" Ivy asked as she leaned back into a comfortable position on the lavish, white couch.

The Joker proceeded to sit next to her but Ivy glared at him, causing him to take a few steps away from her and sit at a distance.

"I've always had a certain respect for you, Ivy, you're not afraid to tell it like it is! Even to me, which is often not a good idea..." the joker warned.