Between Stripes

T W E L V E

Once the introductions were over with, Galavan left us to do our own thing. He said he'd give us little tasks to do every now and then but things were pretty chill other than that. Things were telling me that he had a lot of stuff up his sleeve.

Jerome had managed to convince me to share a room with him. (In all honesty it didn't take too much convincing.) It was pretty big. Two beds. One king size. One queen size.

Our room was pretty good (especially in comparison to the cells in Arkham). The walls were black and tall. Long windows were dispersed on them. Each black and white bed had a small table sitting next to it. From the floor to the ceiling, white wardrobes lined the walls. The floor was swirly black carpet. Next to the queen sized bed, a grand mirror hung proudly on the wall. It was roughly as tall as me.

"Look, they've got the perfect sized beds for the king and queen of Gotham." Jerome chuckled, grabbing a hand of mine. He twirled me around and a flow of bubbles escaped my mouth.

"So this I what it feels like to be free." I whispered, looping arms round his neck. His hands found their way to my waist.

"It's great. Isn't it?" He grinned as we waltzed round the room to the silent music.

"And little Aaron isn't around all the time. I can kiss you whenever I want now." My voice turned to a growl as our lips joined.

As usual, it was short and sweet.

"I'm glad that you're all mine now G." He murmured.

"I was anyway."

"Never trusted that fucking security guard." He growled and I let out a small laugh.

"Joey was only doing his job-"

"He was overly friendly and hadn't had a shag in years."

"He had a wife-"

"Think about it from my perspective. I'm your boyfriend. And you had this amazing security guard that did so much for you. You always talked about him."

"He was doing his job, J." I frowned, moving my head to look him in the eyes.

"I didn't trust him." He growled, he clenched his jaw and sweet cupcakes, it looked good.

"What about me?" I said, my voice raised. "Don't ya trust me?"

"You know what I mean babygir-"

"Just shut it Jerome." I snapped, pulling away from him. My attempt at trying to walk away failed. He was held my wrist tightly.

"Georgia." He growled.

Fuck.

That goddamn jaw was getting to me. All I wanted to do was plant little kisses across it... but we were arguing so I couldn't do that. Or were we? Could I?

"Georgia, he's gone now anyway. Dead." Jerome pulled me close to his chest. He had a finger under my chin and forced me to look up at him.

"Sorry J." I whispered, giving in. My lips met his jaw. Each kiss was like a small firework; building up to make a goddamn good display.

"It's okay baby girl." His voice rumbled in his chest and throat. A quiet groan left his mouth and I hid my smirk by kissing him harder.

After a while of appreciating his jaw, I stopped. Didn't want to seem too eager of course.

"Well, that was... new." Jerome smiled lazily and I grinned devilishly at him. I couldn't help but wink at him cheekily.

"New life for the king and queen, Gotham is at our mercy." I whispered, snaking my fingers into his hair. His lips were dangerously close to mine before he spoke up again.

"Every king needs a queen." He smirked before I slid away from him, heading towards the wardrobes.

"Whatcha doin'?" He asked, plopping onto his bed. I threw open the closet door and peered inside. An assortment of pretty clothes hung off the railing.

"Getting out of these rags." I chirped, glancing at the clothes. There was so many. By the look of it, this was just an everyday wear wardrobe. I hadn't thought of how rich Galavan could actually have been.

"Wearing something pretty, perhaps?" I heard the smirk in Jerome's voice. Shaking my head, I sighed and smiled. My fingertips danced along the top of the coat hangers. The fabrics slid beneath my skin.

I soon found a low, black top which was tight fitting and had long sleeves. A pair of high-waisted, ripped, black jeans went perfectly with it.

"Whatcha think?" I asked Jerome, holding it up for him to see. He looked up and nodded. I took the clothes and walked to my bed, tossing them down.

"Look away, buddy." I commanded and Jerome stuck out his bottom lip.

"What?" I raised an eyebrow, clearly confused.

"Do I really have to?"

"Yes Jerome, you're crazy but you've got to have some decency." I stated, stifling a laugh. He rolled his eyes and walked over to the wardrobes and began to look for his own clothes.

I shrugged off the baggy, striped jumpsuit and tugged on the new clothes. They fit surprisingly well. In the bedside drawer I found some socks and slid them on. Once I was done, I plopped into my bed and waited for Jerome.

"C'mon it's your turn to turn away now. I've got modesty ya know." Jerome said once he found the right clothes. It was dark blue jeans, a white shirt and a pair of burgundy braces.

"I didn't think you as a brace kinda guy."

"I didn't think you as a plunging top kinda girl." He winked and tossed his shirt off. The gesture exposed his pale but sculpted chest.

"It's not that dramatic." I murmured. He snorted but swatted the air with his hand. I smirked but turned away. Only to be fair.

Yeah right! You know you want to devour me at the sight of me. Little Georgia is a little eager. It's obvious.

Little-Jerome still existed?

Yeah doll face, still here and there's more o' my buddies coming. No more meds, right?

Right. No more meds. I was finally free. Nothing on my shoulders...

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