Anti: I made him so hes MINE. Back off, Dark! Dark: You absolute petulant child. He’s not some toy that you can just claim for your own and play with until you break, He is a real living being. He doesn’t belong in your custody just because you decide it. Anti: Oh sure, youre only saying that because you want your little “boy toy” all to yourself. Well if you want him, EVEN BETTER, I get to take something from you, ya fuckin asshole! I’ve got him and you can’t have him! CC: Uh guys? Am I wanted now???? Do I get a say in this??? Both: Shut up, Crank.
(you can delete my extra story development from this point if you like!)
I don’t know if I mentioned it yet, but Anti was the one who did the botched spell to create him. He wanted some backup to help him kill Dark for getting him stuck with Jack. But very quickly after making CC, he realized that this frail little thing wasn’t going to help him do anything. But its also starting to piss him off that CC and Dark seem to get along so swimmingly. (”I MADE YOU TO HURT HIM NOT PLAY KISSIE KISSIE” ) and Anti is also a bit jealous like “Fuck you, Dark, Im stuck in Jack because of you and you’re a complete dickbag to me but you’re all pleasant and lovely with my junkpile” “thats because he is delightful and kind and you are nothing but a constant thorn in my side. Maybe If you weren’t such a “complete dickbag” yourself, I might consider my manners.” But Anti doesn’t HATE CC, just has a lot of negative feelings because of his relation to Dark. ouo I have a terrible comic planned to get a little further with CC’s and Anti’s relationship.
warnings: swearing, sexual references, possible triggers for sexual harassment
description: “God help anyone who disrespected the queen.”
“Hey, sweet cheeks!”
“Come over ‘here, baby!”
“Nice tits, hotness!”
“I could teach you nice and proper, babe!”
“Heyyyy, don’t be a bitch baby!!”
You nearly turned around and snarled at the group of men at the table in the corner of the club; the ones with beers in their left hands and whiskeys in their right. But you kept walking, your black heels clicking on the cement floor as you gripped your last tip tightly. You didn’t have to work at the club, or work at all; Joker had made that very clear to you. Yet you chose to, because if you and he had to get out fast you wanted money that wasnt tainted in blood. Of course, you didn’t tell J that, only that you liked to work, which you usually did.
And then there were the assholes who threw perverted glances your way, bloodshot eyes raking your scantily clad body as you passed by. However, most knew who you were, or more importantly, WHO’s you were. Yet somehow these bastards had no clue. You leaned on the bar as the bartender, Mark, gave you a raised eyebrow. “I can cover that table if you like, Y/N. Just cover the bar.”
“Naw, Marky, its fine. Nothin’ I can’t handle.” You replied, reaching over the high marble counter to your tip jar to slide the $10 in. “Just your neighborhood assholes.”
“I’m not worried about you, toots,” The heavy man stated, finishing the Bloody Mary he was making and sliding over to you. “We can’t afford to sell this place and move again, not after last time.”
You rolled your eyes, straightening up from your slouched position. “I’ll be fine.”
Turning towards the men, who openly stared from all the way across the room, you confidently strode over to their table, littered with cigarette butts and stained with the scent of sweat. “Hiya boys, can I refill those drinks for you?”
“Sure ya can, baby,” The one closest to you replied, a smirk on his sweaty face as he reached out to finger the small zipper on the side of your shorts. “If I can refill you.”
You almost slapped his hand away, but reminding yourself that you can’t assault the customers, you put on a fake grin and stared him down. “That’s against my policy, hun, but try Brittney over there. Maybe she’ll take you up on that offer.”
The one on the other side of you, his bald head shining in the neon lights, grinned openly as you felt a sticky hand slide up the side of your fishnetted thigh before settling on your ass, squeezing and groping. “Naw sweet cheeks, I want this hot ass of yours.”
You stood dumbfounded for a second before backing away. “Excuse me,” you said quickly, still moving backwards as their grins and laughs disappeared. You closed your eyes, knowing exactly why.
“Evening, gentlemen.” The raspy voice of your lover put you at ease, as did the smooth hand slipping around your waist from behind. “Hello dollface.”
“Hi J.” You muttered, heart sinking.
“Are these…customers…causing you trouble, my queen?” He rasped in your ear, gently pressing his red lips to the spot behind it that gave you shivers down your spine. “Are they…disrespecting you?”
You slowly, knowing what you would unleash with a simple gesture, nodded. A slow laugh unfurled from the man behind you, one that you knew well. “Ohhhh, my my my.” He wasnt behind you anymore, he was in front of you, back rippling under his white shirt and suspenders. You grabbed the back of his waistband, pressing your forehead against the muscle of his upper back, wanting to feel everything. “You boys…have been very bad. You’ve…disrespected…my dollface. My queen. Do you know what happens when you disrespect my queen?”
You guessed they had shaken their heads, because a laugh rumbled through him again and you grabbed the cool metal gun in his waistband, handing it to your lover as he chuckled. “You meet my wrath.”
Four quick shots and it was over, and you turned your head towards the bar with your eyes closed, relishing the feeling of the recoil and the blood you felt spatter your shoes. Opening your eyes, you saw Mark mouth at you from the bar, “I told you so.”
Maybe he did, but you would have done it anyway. Because you wouldnt admit it to anyone, but J knew.