Morning Two

I look at Batman with irritation. Batman looks. "I wanted to speak with you more," he said. I sat down, lighting a smoke. "And you broke in during my sex time. Thanks for that," I said. Batman glares at me. "I think you will live. Robin had a problem. With me letting you go," he said. I laugh and stand, picking up my ashtray. "Like I give a fuck" I said. "I told him I would ask if you would agree to meet the league," Batman said. I laugh harder. "The so-called team is making this shit world a better place," I said. He nods. "Come to the hall of justice tomorrow at midnight," he said and left. I groan and look at my raging hard-on. "Fuck me," I say. I go out and find a hooked and fucked hard in an ally, not giving a fuck who sees us. I pay her after I finish and head back home to sleep, if that is what you call it since I barely shut my eyes. I woke up breathing heavily, covered in sweat from nightmares.

I poured a drink and swallowed it in one gulp. I noticed it was almost midnight. I got dressed. Flash, Superman, and Wonder Woman stood waiting. "He won't come, Bruce," She said. Ivy walks up. "Why would he be a killer?" she said. I light a smoke, standing there looking, waiting. A light shins and takes me to the space station. I shiver. "God just felt I have been touched in all the wrong ways," I said. "You can't smoke here," Ivy said, crossing her arms. I look at her tight, perfect body. "Yes, mam," I put it out and tossed it in the trash. I walk over to her. "What's your name, beautiful? I ask. Ivy rolled her eyes in disgust. "Ivy, you mongrel," she said. I smirk. "Nice to meet you. I am Ambrose," I said. "Ambrose, stop fuck. Can't you keep your dick in your pants for longer than an hour," Bruce said. I laugh. "You no fun. I mean, for fuck sake, you have a whole princess," I said, looking at Wonder Woman and smirking. I walk over to Bruce. "It's clear I am not welcome, fine with me, but why bring me here if I can't have some fun?" I say and grin and my forked tongue slowly moves across my mouth. Bruce pulled up a picture of my old wife. I look at the picture. "So what? That crazy bitch is long dead," I said. "The playboy had a wife," Flash said. My eyes narrow, and I grit my jaw. "Just because I had a wife doesn't mean I was faithful," I said bluntly. "If this your way of trying to blackmail me, try harder. This is bullshit," I said, getting annoyed. "We need you to get a meeting with Joker," Batman said. I laugh. "That's all fuck, that's easy, Harley," I smirk and grin. Batman hands him a phone. I take it, and they send me back down. I shiver again. "Fuck" I groan. I go to the funhouse. Joker hugs me. I hug back. "What can I do for you?" he asks as Harley walks in, sitting on the Joker's lap. I grin, seeing her body again. "Just wanted to see if Batman was giving you trouble," I ask, leaning back on the sofa, lighting a smoke. Joked laughs as his hands roam Harley's body. "The big bad bat isn't a problem for Puddin Ambrose," she said. I nod. "He has just been causing me a headache," I say, blowing smoke out. Joker raises an eyebrow. "So you come to me for help?" he asks. I nod. "You're the best," I say as my eyes scan Harley's body. Joker noticed and tapped Harley. She got up and left. "You're not looking at my women, are you," he said. I look. "What if I was kinda hard not to?" I said. Joker grins. "She is taken, Ambrose," he said, pulling a gun out. I held my hands up. "I know I don't plan on doing anything with her," I said, hoping he would believe my half-ass lie. Joker put the gun down.