PUDDIN’

            ^{Finding a rat in the cellar didn’t bode well for anybody, least of all the RAT. Same was the case here and what he hated more than betrayal? People thinkin’ they could get away with it. Plans to skip town leaked to some other guy on some other job with the naive thought it’d never reach the top. WRONG WRONG WRONG. So this is what happens to rats who blow a hole in the ship and then try jumping off it. They get snapped in the trap.
             But once it’s caught, who said y'cant PLAY with your food? Chill in the air resides deep in one of their many hidey holes. Burned out warehouses and hangars and husks of what the city used to be. A thriving industrial metropolis overtaken by seedy commercialism and everybody trying to make a quick BUCK. But oh, that worked just fine for him. Gave more room to move around like the roach he was.
               A confession is what he wants, what he needs. All it is. To pry words from this SLUG’S mouth before he goes on his merry way, but he just ain’t playing ball. Harl’s right. There’s a sheen of sweat upon Mr Fibber’s brow but that ain’t enough. He needs the blood and the TEARS too if this is gonna go anywhere useful. He prowls like a lithe, malnourished beast. Like the starved tiger in Gotham Zoo just itching to claw the flesh from whatever bones he can find.
            That’s when spectre claws find the poor guy’s shoulders and J SINKS.. Stares over them. Back at her, silvers flashing ear to ear in some buzzing contentment. A hum of a laugh. But then, ah, attention swerves to the ear his mouth hovers near. “She’s right, yano. Ain’t like this is hard, Donnie. You just gotta say what you DID.”}

         _{Moments like this were ones she secretly treasured, moments between the two of them that she could look back on fondly and smile to herself in the deepest darkest parts of the night, when it was only her own mind to keep her company. It was moments like these, shared little trips with her Puddin’ that made it all worth it. She was his support, his back up, his….— whatever the hell he wanted her to be. Right now she was the tease, the pretty little thing sitting on the guy’s lap to distract him, to get him to let his guard down just ever so slightly. Oh how she loved this role. 
         Dark lashes weighed heavy as she peered out from behind, gaze never wavering from the others, only lifting to peer upwards at her Puddin’ as he leaned in, staring at them both. Oh how she almost felt some form of sympathy for the guy because she knew what would come next if he didn’t give them what they wanted, what her Puddin wanted, what he was owed. Oh how she knew the pain and anguish he could expect, the screams and tears that would soon fill the dilapidated building. And there’d be no Bat to save him, oh no, it was just them now. 
          Pushing herself forward in his lap, her arms slid around his neck, resting gently on his shoulders while one hand crept into his hair, dainty little claws scratching at his scalp.   ❝ C’mon Donnie, y’know, we probably won’t even be mad if you just tell us now. The longer you make us the wait, well… I know my Puddin’ and he ain’t got that kind of patience.  ❞  A tiny pout formed on her red painted lips before she turned to face J, her head cocked to the side, lips forming a smirk as she leaned in to almost close the gap between them.  ❝ Right, Puddin’?  ❞  Snapping a bite at his lips she crinkled her nose with a little face before pursing her lips together in an air kiss. 
           Her attention soon returned to the man on which she was perched before she gripped at his hair and pulled his head back sharply, exposing the white skin of his neck. Leaning in, the tip of her tongue ran upwards toward his jaw before she grimaced and pulled back.  ❝ Tastes like a rat. We don’t like rats, Donnie. What do we do to rats, Puddin’? You wanna take my seat and explain?  ❞}

(Source: jesterbleach, via clownbleach-archive)