"𝐂𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬"

𝟏𝟓𝟎. "𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐞 & 𝐉𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞"

"Ok. Drop 'em on three, two, one..." Jerome trailed off and pulled a sheet off of something. I immediately lowered my hands, and when my eyes fell on my Bentley, my mouth gaped.

"Are you happy? I can't tell." He frowned a little bit.

I blinked a few times and looked around the enormous dusty room. There were boxes everywhere, and sticking out of them were books, clothes and various other knick-knacks. It dawned on me that all those things were mine when I saw my favourite jumper on top of one of the cartons.

"Gorgeous?" Jerome carefully spoke up. I looked at him through the tears threatening to spill out of my eyes.

"D-did I creep you out? Is this too much? Shit. I knew I should've just started with the car. I—Oh!" He grunted and gripped the hood of the car when I jumped on him.

"I love you so much, Jerome." I breathed into his hair and clutched him even tighter. He chuckled and returned the embrace.

"I love you so much too, Grey." He rasped into my curls and kissed my head.

"H-how did you even do this?"

"Um, as much as I would love to hold you-"

"Fuck. I'm sorry." I groaned and quickly hopped to the ground.

"It's ok. You still weigh nothin', Shorty." He grinned down at me. I glared at him playfully and flicked his stomach.

"Let's get inside, huh? Then I'll explain everything." He suggested and unlocked the car.

I beamed and bolted towards the driver's side. He giggled at my enthusiasm, opened the door for himself and started clumsily climbing in. I quickly got in and helped him move the seat back.

"Thanks, Gorgeous." He sighed and plopped down next to me. I pecked his cheek and started petting the leather around me.

"I love how crazy you are about this car." He chuckled and set his hand on my thigh.

"It's just perfect." I hummed with delight and slid my hand on the wheel.

"And I passed on to jealousy. Great." He groaned. I giggled, cupped his face and pushed my lips on his.

"You're forever my favourite ginger, thing and person, Jerome." I whispered and kissed him again. He beamed and leaned into my palms.

"So how did you pull this off, you crazy?" I asked with genuine curiosity and let go of him.

"Jimbo locked me in Arkham, and as soon as I sat down on my bed and realised what I had done, I started panicking. I knew with me locked up, Gordon would try to drive the cult out of the house and finally clean up that area so the rich fucks could move back in. I contacted one of my more sane people and gave out an order to clean out the three rooms they were never allowed in." He finished talking and shrugged.

"Oh, wow. So a bunch of crazy, obsessed with you and maybe me creepy men went through my clothes-"

"I made sure that wouldn't happen. No men touched your clothes."

"So only your whores."

"Grace, not all-"

"No. No, I'm sorry. That's in the past. It's ok." I blurted out, set my hand on his cheek and pecked his lips.

"Yeah, past." He smiled and nodded. I returned it the best I could.

"So, before we leave..." He paused and lowered the back of his seat all the way down. I immediately got where he was going with that, and I stifled a laugh.