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You liked to look pretty for him. You liked it when he called you his pretty girl. You liked the way the words sounded on his lips; shuddering in pleasure, yet always slightly dangerous.
'So pretty...' He'd say. 'My pretty, pretty girl.'
That was what you wanted him to say tonight, and with your powder puff in hand you sat at your vanity mirror making yourself perfect for him to debouch.
"Miss Y/N." Came a voice at the door.
It was one of Joker's henchmen. You didn't know his name, but you could see him in the reflection of your vanity mirror without having to look at him. You made a gesture with your hand, and he was granted permission to enter (Mister J said that everyone needed permission to enter your room. Apart from Mister J, of course).
"Mister J just got back." The nameless henchman said. "He's done with his business for the day. He wants you to go to him when you're done gettin' ready."
Mister J didn't like for you to see the more... unsavoury parts of his work unless there was a specific reason for it, so while he was out terrorising Gotham City, you were in your boudoir - Your special room on the top floor of Joker's secret abode; like a Princess in a turret. Joker had had the room made for you special. 'Daddy's princess has to have her castle, doesn't she?' He had said when he uncovered his hands from your eyes to show you your present. You loved it, and you loved him. You told him so. Floral wallpaper of cherry blossoms, a vanity table spilling with cosmetics, and a bed framed with lace curtains and spilling with plush duvets stitched with pearls and powder blue cushions was probably the last thing anyone would expect to find in Joker's hide out, and the henchman with his black leather and tattooed face looks like an ugly blot of black ink on your plush cream carpet. Still, you fix him with a beaming grin and turn to him with a tone of breathy excitement.
"Which is better?" You ask, standing up; your pale silk bathrobe falling into place around your frame as you stand and rummage through your special lipstick drawer. You hold up two lipsticks and beam at the henchman the way that little girls smiled at strangers - All twinkly eyes and utter innocence.
"This one is 'Princess Peach', and this one is 'Pretty in Pink'."
(Red lipstick was only allowed if Mister J asked especially. Red lipstick was for when he was in a very good mood indeed.)
The henchman blinked at you like you'd just asked him to recite the periodic table. He knew, however, that even failing to provide you an answer on even such a benign question could result in Joker finding out and removing his tongue from head, so he was quick to point obliviously to the peach toned lipstick, and you squealed happily.
"Oh goody! I was hoping you'd say that one!" You giggled, turning to your vanity again to coat your lips in the velour nude shade.
The henchman simply had to watch from the doorway as you painted your nails to match the peach shade upon your lips, and as you perused your wardrobe for something to wear.
"Miss Y/N, Joker did say he wanted you to go to him now... And that was twenty minutes ago." The henchman says nervously.
You just giggled and looked over your shoulder at him.
"Oh, don't be a silly billy! I can't rush looking all pretty for my pudding, can I?" You chimed happily, finally selecting something from your wardrobe and disappearing behind your dressing screen to slip into a satin apricot cami dress. It was open back, showing off the expanse of your golden tanned skin that you knew Mister J loved so much. When you reappeared you went back to your vanity and slipped on some jewellery. Each one was a present from Joker, and you remembered them all. A choker necklace, made of pure gold. Three diamond bangles he had stolen just for you. Gold earrings which dangled down in swirls of expensive metal. With one final touch, you clipped your hair back in a messy updo, letting some strands of your honey blonde curls fall down and frame your face.
"There!" You declared, stepping into your very favourite new pair of Louboutin's (A special gift from Pudding you'd woken up to this morning at the foot of your bed with a tag attached reading: 'Wear these tonight. Be beautiful for me, my Duchess. J.')
The henchman seemed relieved that you were finally ready, and you followed him down the corridor to the elevator that would take you to Mister J's business floor. Your heels clicked on the concrete floors, a stark contrast from your pretty cream carpet, and the closer you got to Mister J's business room, the more excited you became. You hadn't seen your pudding since last night - That was nearly a whole day! You were basically running by the time you reached the glass door to the meeting room.
"Miss Y/N!" The henchman called from behind you, jogging to catch you up. "You can't just go in the-"
You just giggled and pushed the door right open, ignoring his words. Your eyes lit up. There was your pudding. He was leaning over the table, examining a map, you assumed, with around five or six of his henchmen surrounding him listening to his every word. He looked up when he heard you come in, the henchman who had accompanied you appearing at your side seconds later.
"I'm sorry Mister J. I tried to tell her not to-"
"Ohhhh. Don't ever apologise for bringing my Duchess to me." Joker grinned, flashing his silver teeth. Though his words themselves were sincere, his voice was low and dangerous even still. His arms were braced against the table, and he stood up straight, taking in your appearance as he walked towards you with open arms.
"C'mere Princess." He said, and you didn't need to be told twice. Your face broke out into a grin and with a happy squeal you flew into his arms; jumping up and wrapping your long legs (tanned from weekends spent in the Caribbean sun with him, simply at your request) around his waist, and draping your arms around his neck. Your bangles clinked as you did so, and you grinned down at him with nothing but the purest of joy.
"I missed you so much Daddy!" You giggled.
"Hmmmm..." The Joker hummed against your neck. "Daddy missed you too, Duchess. Gimmie a kiss, hm?"
You cupped his pale jaw in your hands and his lips were crashing onto yours in seconds and it was like he was trying to devour you alive. He held you upright with his hands underneath your peachy ass, and he gave your cheeks a rough squeeze through the fabric of your dress as he carried you over to the vast meeting table which ran down the length of the room. He sat you down on the edge, your legs still ensnared around his waist as he stood between them.
"Get the fuck outta here." Mister J demanded breathlessly, pulling away from your lips for only long enough to snap his fingers in the direction of the door and his henchmen all scuttled out instantly. "Anyone comes in and I'll rip their fuckin' eyes out!" He called after them, but you were already pulling his lips back down to yours before he'd even finished talking. He growled against your lips, and your tongue lapped at his upper frenum.
You had barely been in the room two minutes, and he had already made a mess of your lipstick.
"Look at'cha... Just look at'cha. So fuckin' gorgeous..." Joker hissed, finally pulling himself away from your lips to take a step back and admire the sight of you sitting on the edge of his meeting table. Your satin dress was hiked up around your tanned thighs from how you'd had your legs around his waist. Your hair was escaping rapidly from the clip you'd put it in, and he loved how messy it looked on you. Your lipstick was smeared, and had mixed with his own red lips from the force of your kiss and he brushed away a smudge that had gotten on your chin with his thumb. You tilted your head to the side and grazed your teeth over the pale digit and his red lips curved into a dark smile.
"You're being naughty tonight, my Duchess." He chuckled lowly, bringing another hand up to cup the base of your neck in his pale tattooed hand.
"I missed you Mister J." You pouted.
"You missed your Daddy, baby girl?" He echoed.
You stuck your bottom lip out and nodded, tucking some of the hair which had ecape your clip behind your ear.
"Why don't you put on a little show for daddy? Show him how much you missed him? Would you do that for me, Duchess?" He asked. Even when his voice sounded soft, the way one would talk to a child, it was somehow more dangerous than ever. You thrived on it. Your eyes lit up at his proposal and you nodded, the way little girls nod when offered a lollipop.
Joker's lips broke out into a silver-toothed grin and his eyes squinted a little as he gave your lips another wet kiss before pulling away and offering you a hand to hop off the edge of the cool glass table and stand before him.
"I like this dress sweetheart..." He murmered, beginging to pace around you in a circle the way a predator circles his prey.
"I like it a lot." He continued. "Very, very pretty. You know how much I love your flawless beautiful skin." He hissed against the back of your neck, almost a snarl as his hands slid up the curve of your spine and over your shoulders, making you squirm against his chest at which he chuckled darkly. His hands easily pushed the straps over your shoulders in one smooth motion, and the cami dress instantly fell to your hips, exposing your breasts to the cool air of the room. Joker made a noise of appreciation, seeing that you had decided not to wear a bra, and his ghostly white fingers danced over the valley between your breasts.
"Oh..." He said, low and hot against your neck as he made his way full circle to stand before you again. "I do love your hard little nipples, Duchess. Play with them for me. I want to see."
His voice was so demanding that before you could even think, your freshly manicured hands are on your own breasts, rubbing and squeezing as the soft globes of flesh. Your eyes fluttered shut as you ran the pads of your fingers over your areola and then over your aching nipples. You pinched gently, but not as gently as Mister J would have done and he noticed this.
"Harder, Duchess. Let me here your sweet little moans." He growled. You opened your eyes for a second, and realised that he had sat down in his chair at the head of the table, knees splayed as he watched you touching your breasts for him.
You obliged his request, and the sting of your nipples went straight to your throbbing pussy. You threw your head back and gasped breathily, having to swallow thickly as you pinched both nipples as once, giving them a little twist just the way that Mister J did. You were still wearing the heels he had picked out for you, so you were wary not to throw yourself off balance, but it was becoming more and more difficult as you noticed the slight bulge in Joker's black dress pants. He wasn't fully hard yet, but he wasn't far off. He was shirtless, but still wearing his purple crocodile coat so you assumed that he came straight to this room when he arrived. He stood suddenly and you almost jumped but you could never be scared of your Pudding. Not really. Joker stepped towards you, and his two hands gripped your forearms to halt any further pleasure. You whined a little in protest and he chuckled darkly.
"Patience, my pretty girl. Daddy said he wanted a show, didn't he?" He tsked, clucking his tongue against the roof his mouth admonishingly, the way one does when telling off a child.
He slipped the coat from his shoulders and stood behind you to guide your arms into the sleeves. Your dress was now more like a belt, bunched around your waist, and in a swift movement Joker tugged it down, leaving you in just your panties since you had forgone a bra. They were a black lacy pair, leaving little to the imagination. They were a recent gift from Joker, and he grinned when he recognised them. That grin remained upon his face as he slowly sank to his knees before you, and you took your lower lip into your mouth in anticipation. His hands ran up and down the smooth expanse of your thighs and you trembled a bit under his touch ('Adorable Duchess... So adorable') as he leaned in closer to where you wanted him the most; at your aching core. Your breath hitched in your throat as he took the silky black fabric between his teeth, and slowly began to pull your knickers down with his silver teeth. The sight made you weak at the knees, and you had to brace your hands on the glass table behind you to keep steady. Once he had got your panties to reach your calves, gravity did the rest of the work for him and they fell to the floor between your feet. Mister J followed their path by kissing the inside of your thigh, and trailing his lips all the way down to your knee where he gave a sharp bite there that made you jolt upright with a shriek. Joker cackled at this, and gave you another on the inside of your thigh on the opposite leg, and you cried out again as your heart raced with the thrill.
"Are you going to lick my pussy, Mister J?" You asked hopefully, putting on your very best good girl voice in the hope that it would persuade him. He looked up at you and laughed aloud.
"Not yet, my Duchess. Not yet. I still want my show."
He stood abruptly, and even in your heels you had to look up to meet his eyes: Those endless steely blue pools which have been the last sight many men have seen before death takes them. In one smooth motion he hoisted you into his tattooed arms and up onto the long glass table. He looked up at you; admiring you like you were a statue in the most illustrious of galleries. He took a step back, and then another, grinning manically as though he was trying to capture this moment forever: You. His Princess. His pretty girl. Your hair falling from the clip it was pinned back in and framing your beautiful face as you stood on the glass table of his meeting room in nothing but his crocodile coat and Christian Louboutin heels.