The Joker's New Toy { Wattys 2016}

Hair Trigger Between Sanity and Madness

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'Motel 7 where you'll sleep like Heaven' was the motto of the old decrepit motel, flashing on the half lit neon sign on the top of the building. That phrase wasn't exactly what Jim Gordon had in mind as he interrogated the older male manager in the check-in lobby. Jim stifled a grimace as he saw a cockroach skitter across the floor while the older man was telling his story.

"My poor cleaning lady was the first to discover the man's body," The manager spoke to Batman, Jim and his partner. "I remember the look on her face. She was pale white and she could barely form a coherent sentence. Poor thing never saw a dead body before. I'm sorry to say that it wasn't my first dead body I've seen. The guy was shot in the head, and his cheeks were grotesquely slit to where it looked like he had a permanent smile. It was the first sign of anyone around here leaving a dead body like that. A new trademark."

"To be honest, I wasn't very surprised," The manager continued. "I figured the guy owed some money to some bad people if ya know what I mean. Not uncommon around here. And he was up to some seedy business that night if ya get my drift." Batman and Jim listened to the manager intently.

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Eight years earlier...

It was after midnight when the half drunken couple stumbled up to their room, giggling stupidly. It took a few minutes for the man to find the keyhole as he fumbled with his room key. When he finally opened the door, the woman immediately hopped on the queen size bed, bouncing and laughing like a schoolgirl. With a devious grin the man chucked his jacket off and tackled her on the bed, sloppily kissing her neck and chest.

The girl continued to giggle, but grunted and pushed him away for a moment. "Woah, woah buddy. I prefer my customers show me the cash first."

"I gave you half in the car girly," The man grunted. "Er, what did you say your name was again toots?"

"Candy!" The young woman scoffed, and pushed his head away hard.

The dark haired man smirked at the girl's annoyed reaction. "Aw come on, not like that's your real name. I'll bet your real name's Rosie or something what with that fiery red hair of yours. 'sides, aren'tchya happy that I got us a motel and I didn't have you just suck me off in my car?"

"Yeah well this ain't exactly the four seasons bub," The girl scoffed with her thick deep city accent.

"Fine, fine," the man sighed, annoyed. He stood up and took out his wallet, then pulled out a couple of hundreds and dangled them in front of her face. "Here's the other half." The girl reached for the money but he snatched it away and shoved it back in his wallet. "After your job's done." He said firmly and chucked his wallet on the nightstand by the bed.

The woman glared up at him seductively, licking her full red lips. She began to unbutton his pants. It wasn't long before oral sex progressed to full on rough intercourse, and the man pulled her on top of him, forcing her to ride him.

"Oh fuck yes," the man grunted as he watched her breasts bounce above him. The redhead moaned and bucked as she rode him like a mechanical bull. She surely was a professional.

"Oh yes," She purred in the perfect telephone actress voice. "Oh god, Oh God, oh...aaaah!!" Her moaning suddenly ceased and her eyes bulged in an almost comical fashion. She squealed and immediately dove off of his penis and rolled to the other side of the bed then frantically pulled the covers over her naked body.