2nd November 1995. Gotham City is a dump. I miss Bludhaven. Bludhaven is where I was born 25 years ago. Today is my birthday. I've been a bad bitch for 9131 days.
After I escaped Claw Island, after The Bat brought an end to Eddie's plan. Me and that unbearable cunt Sugar. Got the fuck out of dodge.
Sugar went off her way, I went mine.
I had to lay low as I knew the Bat or his new twink sidekick would want to eventually track us down.
I had a safehouse, which I hadn't used in years. I used to bring clients back there, as my clients were
the types who really sought out discretion. Especially with the naughty shit I used to do to them.
How would you feel if you knew your local mayor, or your local judge was getting a 14inch ribbed strap-on up his ass by yours truly, as I forced them to tell me their deepest darkest secrets.
Domination was a gig I knew well. A gig I not only trusted and adored. But the power was the only way I feel myself get wet, and money!
Harvey, Ugh! I hated calling him Harvey, he was "Face" to me.
Face really had a submissive side to him. Eddie and me had some fun too. But that's another story another time.
Eddie's "Box", the first time he hooked me up to that contraction, I was confused. I looked at the "Box" and thought it looked like a old juicer machine... I thought "And this is what he is pitching to save his life from Face's wrath?"
After Eddie, who was known infamously as The Riddler, won over Face, I became very curious to not only the side effects were of "The Box", but the benefits. I began to wonder what I would get out of "The Box".
God, I remember how good it felt digesting and consuming Gotham's brainwaves. I foolishly allowed myself to become addicted. This is when Eddie revealed to me what he would like in return for me to get another fix from The Box. As I said, another story for another time.
I woke up the next day, with a splitting headache. My hair was a greasy mess. Sleeping in a Corset was a bad choice, I just didn't know if The Bat was going to smash through the window any second, I must have drifted off asleep in guard, still fully dressed.
I rip off my Leather spiked heels to reveal a hole in my fishnets, my toe is poking out. Great, add to list. New pair of Fishnets. Barely awake I rip off the corset, it's so cold in this safehouse, that my nipples are like bullets. I look around in the sets of draws for some clothes.
Bingo, I find a T-shirt that belonged to my ex-boyfriend. I say ex as obviously we are not dating anymore. And, I killed him 5 years ago. So, he won't be needed the shirt anymore.
The shirt is baggy over me, a Danzig world tour logo is almost completely scratched off the fabric. I always had the biggest crush on Danzig. I used to masterbate to his poster a few years back. I'd make him call me Mother.
I got down to the Kitchen. Fuck. This place is a mess, I mean I haven't been here in over a year, but still...
Pointlessly, I go to the fridge and open it to see what's inside, and what's even edible. I have what looks like a block of milk, that's about a year out of date. The smell hits me immediately. There's what I can only assume is a lettuce that has shriveled into a ball of green matter, and it's rancid. Smells almost acidic.
I got to the cupboards. I find my new best friend. A can of Spam and a few packs of Ramen. That should do.
I cut the Spam up by using my switchblade which I keep in holster strapped to my thigh. I open, will butcher the can of Spam as I can't find a can opener anywhere and fry up the Spam in a frying pan; with no oil as I don't have any. The Spam sticks to the bottom of the pan, the Spam turns from a unnatural pink to a charcoal in minutes. But I keep going, fuck it.
After one atrocious meal, I catch a wift of myself, I smell like a onion.
"Please let the hot water still be on" I pray in my head. My bathroom smells damp. "It will do..." I try to convince myself. I turn the hot tap on and hope to feel warm water. I feel hot water. "Thank you universe".
10 Minutes later, my tub is filled up. I see a near empty bottle of bubble bath in the corner of the bathroom. I use the last few drops of bubble bath in the tub, just to help me relax extra.
My toes go numb as I dip myself into the hot bubble tub, the water feels like it's scorching my skin, it feels very hot, then cold. It hurts. I like it.
I soak in the tub. For the first few moments, it was pure bliss. After a few minutes, boredom begins to kick in. "I'm horny" my subconscious begins to whisper to me. I look down and my tits are just gracefully bobbling on the water line. I graze my metal rings on my fingers gently across my nipples. They stiffen, I loosen. I take my long black finger nails and begin to circulate around my areola. I dig my nails in dipper to my breasts and pinch, squeezing harder and harder. I feel that familiar pulse rushing up my inner thighs, meeting in-between me.
I hook one leg out of the bathtub, the splashes from my wet toes soak my already filthy and damp floorboards. I slowly run my nails up my inner thighs. I close my eyes thinking of the feeling of Face's burnt Fingers entering me. The coarse feeling of burnt finger tips felt so good inside me. I briefly open my eyes and look to see the scratches begin to form on my inner thighs. I fucking love that.
My fingers slide up to my clit that I begin to gently massage. This makes me naturally arch my back up. I massage my clitoris, applying more focused pressure on that magic little spot of mine. I rub, harder and faster. I feel my legs begin to spasm, I should stop now but I stroke my pussy like it's the last time I'll ever cum. The rush hits me. I jolt. I scream, I feel my juicy release. My leg slides back into the bathtub. A fall back into the hot bubbly water. "Fuck. Happy-fucking-Birthday girl."
My headache goes away and I feel great for the first time today. There's a pack of cigarettes about 6 feet from me on the side table, but I'm too relaxed to get em', but I want a smoke. I eventually get out of the hot tub and notice I've dug my nails a little too deep into my flesh. My thighs are slightly beginning to bleed. bleeding from my thighs. I dry myself off with a Towel that smells disgusting. I'm probably gonna' get sick from this bathroom and definitely from this towel. "Oh well..."
I get changed, I don't even know what I have thrown on. I grab my handbag and grab my leather spiked, studded purse to find only $2000 in $20 Bills. "I'm broke." I need money. Fast. "Fuck." My headache strikes back with a vengeance. Throbbing above my upper eye, it's crippling me from the constant throb.
I wonder if that bitch Sugar can help a gal out. I remember she told me where her safehouse is. But I have gotta get a train over to Metropolis. She has a couple of grand I can borrow, and that whore owes me. "Right bitch. Let's go to Metropolis."