Hey guuuuuys! I finally started the story for Her!

Title: Hush (Maaaaay be changed)

Summary: Vini was a tired lawyer, Bruce Wayne's sometimes lover...and now? The Joker's latest obsession...his newest toy, he says. And she can't find it in her to protest.

And rhis little piece will be explored as a full chapter (chapter three) in the actual story.

It wasn't too long after they first met.

She was dancing her frustration away with a night in an old but familiar bar: Fish Mooney's. Newly renovated for the younger crowd but still elegant (and whorish) enough for the more...'refined' folk.

She danced, laughed whenever she brushed another mans advances away. They were all so cute, smelt divine, said all the right things. But something said 'wait'.

She had reached the bar, bruahing back sweaty hair as she smiled at the bartender. "Rum and coke, sweetie."

He smiled back. "On the house."

Fool.

She took a long first sip, purring in satisfaction. One sip, she sighed. Two sips, she began to sway to the music. Three sips, he flashed her a grin in the mirror behind the bar.

He snared her hipa with one arm, she tensed, his free hand cupping the back of her right thigh. He didn't have that damn paint on his face but he still wore that suit, though it was alot cleaner.

"Hello, beautiful..." he snickered into her ear, hand creeping up her thigh, kneading the...slightly jiggling flesh.

Her legs trembled, his arm tightened around her waist. She arched back into him, breathless, right hand reaching up to grab the arm holding her up. She was breathless...she was grinng.

"Finally," she breathed.