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“Joker,” You swallowed. “I told you I only design a single piece at a time. I can make you a sofa, not a table and chair.” You rose your voice not too high. You didn’t want to anger Joker. But you didn’t want him get angry.
Harley, came bouncing in and perched on Joker’s desk. You resisted the urge to roll your eyes, at best times she annoyed you.
“Girlie, look we want the table and chair.” She popped the gum she was chewing. “Would it be better, you put the table under Puddin and the chair for me?” Her red nails pointed at them. She fixed one of her pigtails. “And you can then forget the sofa?” She slid her blue eyes to Joker then back at you. “Now, that’s a good idea.”
You stood up, you were horribly insulted. “Look, I told you. These are my rules are.”
Harley jumped down from Joker’s desk which you had also designed about a year ago. “Calm down, sweetie.”
Joker cackled. “I’ll calm her down. Her lover will calm her down and get her to listen to reason.”
You looked past Harley. “What did you do?”
“Are you seriously giving me a fucking pat down?”
You knew that voice. You loved it. It belonged to the man you loved. But right now, it was a voice you didn’t want to hear during your meetings.
“Hi baby.”
Glancing over Roman’s handsome face was covered by his ebony mask. You knew this meant business. Part of it really infuriated and yet, another of you was relieved.
You could stand your ground and because Roman was there, Joker or Harley could not hurt you. You always worried that one of these days, he’s snap and do something out of turn. Perhaps, he’d shoot or or throw a knife at you.
“Hi Roman.”
“So,” Roman shifted on his shiny black shoes. “What is going on?” His gloved hands were behind his back.
Harley preened in front of him. “Your girlie. Won’t let us order what we want.”
Roman, turned his head as he looked at you. He was always so expressive it was hard to see no emotion come from him. It gave him quite the lethal edge, you mused.
“I only design a single piece per order. Joker wants a table and chair. They think if they break up the order between the two of them, it won’t go against my one item per order. Despite me being fully aware in the end it is a set for Joker.”
Roman, nodded. “I see.”
He turned back and looked towards Joker and Harley.
“Romy,” Harley glanced at Joker, and closed the distance and smoothed a hand up his suit jacket before she gently, tugged at his lapel. “Just talk sense to her. She is being silly.”
“Owwww!” Harley called out as Roman’s gloved fingers removed hers from his lapel.
Joker stood.
“You are wrinkling my suit.”
Joker’s eyes moved over the three of you.
She shook her hand. “Sorry Romy.”
“So let me get this straight. You want me to tell my girl how to run her business.” He gestured to you.
Harley’s lips spread wide across her face as she hopped back onto desk. “Yes!”
Roman, moved over to you and wrapped an arm around your middle. His touch, made flutters go through you despite the black mask. You knew it was a part of him, his world. It was separate and also part of you since you were his girl.
“Baby, is your business in any form one of my businesses?”
“No.”
Under the mask, you heard a light chuckle.
“That’s what I thought.” He tilted his head to the side for a moment. “Now, I would have thought, you knew that Joker.”
Joker came around from his desk. His body twisted, you could feel the annoyance come off him in the waves. He straightened looking at you, his mouth twisted. The desk creaked as he leaned against it.
You took a few steps back. Roman’s hand pressed into your back so would back along side him. His blue eyes, slide over to you. Butterflies appeared and began flapping in your stomach.
Before he looked back at Joker. “My girl doesn’t meddle with my business and so in kind, I don’t meddle with hers.”
Joker slammed his fist against the top of the desk, the maps and cup that held some pens bounced. You flinched and Roman’s hand tightened on your hip.
“So you listen to what she says. And stop wasting my fucking time.”
It was not the first, and it wouldn’t be the last. You were just glad that Roman was there.
******
Your heart was still thudding hard and fast in your chest, as you slid into the rolls. You watched as Roman looked around before he slid in beside you.
“The club.”
Pushing the button, the partition whispered up and Roman, finally unbuttoned his suit jacket and he sighed from under the mask. He reached up and you stopped him.
“Wait.”
He turned to look at you. “What?”
“Keep it on.”
Easily, after slipping out of your heels you went over to him. Holding your hands against the roof as the Rolls as it bounced through Gotham, you went and very easily straddled his lap.
“Hello.”
“Hello.” You flushed. Something about him wearing the mask made this all very different. “Thank you for today.”
He shrugged. “Its the truth and well I do love pulling the rug from under Joker’s feet whenever I can.
You beamed. “I feel the same way.”
He then rested his hands on your thighs. “Do you always look this amazing for meetings?”
You shrugged. “Only when I hope there is a chance you may rescue me.”
A chuckle came from behind the mask.
You reached behind your head and undid the pins that held your hair up.
“Now, that is much better.” The timber his voice took, made the butterflies, flap their wings harder. Moving just so, you nestled close. You inhaled the crispness of his cologne that mixed with his aftershave.
You didn’t hesitate any longer. You started to kiss his throat. You smiled as you felt him inhale. “What you did today…” your voice trailed off as you continued to kiss him.
“What baby? What did I do?”
You sat back in his lap.
There was a teasing light in his eyes. You placed a hand on his cold, finally carved ebony cheek.
“Were my hero. You kept me safe while also respecting my business.”
“Like I said, you’re my girl. I may not be perfect and even a bastard some of the time. But there are times, when I know when not to be.”
“You were certainly everything I wanted and more.” You moved but then inhaled as felt Roman’s hand slip under the skirt of your dress.
“Baby,” His voice sounded as if it had thickened. “You are wearing garters,” One of his hands drew up, and snapped the tight fabric that was the garter. You whimpered. “Daddy, please.”
Hmm, he made a questioning sound. “Oh, and these are thigh highs.” You could practically see his wide grin. “And these, oh baby they are the barest of panties.”
“All for you. I was planning on visiting you.”
“What did you have in mind?”
You flushed.
He made a questioning sound, but his hand drew closer to your center, you whimpered as his thumb grazed against you. You wiggled against it.
“Please don’t tease.”
“What if I want to?” He tilted his head to one side.
You began to squirm as he continued to rub against you. “You can do whatever you wish. But…please.” You breathed.
“Only because you begged me so well.”
He grabbed a the panties, and you gasped as he suddenly tugged just enough and they ripped. He managed to pulled what remained of the fabric.
“Well, look at that.” He then reached between the two of you. He stopped once he held himself. “Baby, it won’t be long before we are back at the club. You better ride me well, or he will park the Rolls, and come around and see riding my cock.”
“Daddy.” You breathed.
He snickered. “Alright, well then climb on baby.”
You shifted and lifting yourself up and onto him. As you slid down on him, you trembled and shuddered.
“You feel so good.” He breathed against the confines of his mask.
You grasped onto Roman’s shoulders. “Thank you, daddy.”
His gloved hands grasped tightly onto you.
You found your rhythm with the help of his hands. Bouncing on him, it wasn’t long before you felt yourself getting closer to actually cumming.
You lost yourself, tilting your head back. Loving how this felt. You did not care when you felt the pauses for traffic.
A tightness came over you. You were so close. “Daddy.” Breathe, you whimpered and moaned into his shoulder.
He thrust a few hard times into you. And he shook moments later as he came hard.
Not taking it any longer, you gently took ahold and removed this mask.
Your eyes met, “Roman.” You breathed. And placed it beside the two of you.
He nodded. His face, those chiseled features brought fresh butterflies to you. You cupped his heated cheek and soon, the two you kissed. He was still buried deeply within you. This all felt so amazing. This passion between the two of you, sometimes really stole your breath away.
Your breathes entwined as you kissed.
“Baby.” He rose his eyebrows as he looked at you. “He pulling into the ally.”
“Oh, yes.” You pressed a quick kiss and missed him already as he slipped from you.
He tucked himself away while you straightened your dress.
The car slid into the alleyway, he stopped near the door. Getting out of the car, he soon was at the door beside Roman. “Mr. Sionis.”
Roman, gave a curt nod. He hated to be called that but he also hated to be called Roman by his employees that he wasn’t particularly close with. He still had to think of some kind of alternative.
Turning, Roman held a hand our to you. “Baby?”
You felt his eyes as you slid out of the car. You made certain to grab his mask. You handed it to him.
You were his, Roman Sionis’s girl. Famous playboy and club owner. Yet you were also, the infamous Black Mask’s girl. You enjoyed being his. Good or bad, he cared for you and that is all you actually needed.
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But that’s skipping ahead. I’ll try not to do that, for anyone who has the misfortune of picking up this cursed piece of what someone might call literature. Time hopping could get rather confusing. In the grand scheme of things, though, this doesn’t matter. None of us really do. This book made that clear to me.
For now, I should move on. Not like I can take any breaks or anything. What else would I do, given the opportunity??
I’ve got 9 other people to introduce - though, I suppose they’re really characters to you all. Characters that you all couldn’t care less about in some cases. But I’ll mention them anyways.
OMG I'm so happy because I finally talked to my crush yesterday and we were parntered up for this thing and he's super nice and then today we were in a dancing group together and now I'm just super duper HHHAAAPPPPYYYY... P.S. I really love young Leo
You know how people who have had a near-death experience say that their life flashed before their eyes? Well this is true, and there’s also an interesting explanation behind it.
Your mind cannot handle large amounts of stress. I think it’s safe to say that dying would be a pretty stressful event. Because of the stress you are put under, your mind looks for things to distract itself with. Due to the circumstances, the only distraction it can find is your memories.
Now here’s where it gets interesting. We relive our whole life the second before we die. However, after we die the brain is still active for seven minutes. In one minute you go through sixty lives. After seven minutes you have gone through 420 different lives. So this just begs the question. Right now are you living your own life, or are you just one of the lives that someone else is living as they die?
