Jerome Valeska || OS/SS/I

4. When The Sun Goes Down

A/N
Before we dive right in to this little gem, I feel I should post some warnings.

I would normally include this in a separate chapter but who really wants to read boring shīt like this as an update?

So, yes, this one is rated M for 'if you ain't old enough legally fūck, smoke, drink or drive, then you probably should bow out'.  However, if you're not and choose to stick with me from here on out then it's your own fault if the filth corrupts your minds. 

*adjusts top hat stolen from Jerome and grins*
"Aaaand on with the show!"

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"And they say it changes when the sun goes down,
Around here."

You sang to yourself as you wandered around your apartment in downtown Gotham, closing blinds and curtains as you went.

It really did change when the sun went down. Downtown Gotham was always dangerous, but night brought with it more. It didn't help that your apartment was situated just across the street from the private club Penguin owned. The club that all kinds of trouble visited regularly.

You reached your living room windows and stared down at the young woman standing just off the corner.

"I wonder what went wrong,
That she had to roam the streets.
She don't do major credit cards,
I doubt she does receipts."

You sang as you tilted the blinds, watching her hanging around in her fishnets and stilettos. You dragged your eyes up the street, observing the fancy cars stopping outside the club. Familiar faces made their way inside, each one more menacing than the last.

You moved to the kitchenette just off the living room and peeked out once more. Members of the infamous 'Maniax' made their way inside. You could see Jim Gordon's ex. Barbara dolled up to the nines and Greenwood drooling after her.

"And what a scummy man.
Just give him half a chance,
I bet he'll rob you if he can."

You continued humming along and wandered to your bedroom. Before shutting the curtains you began undressing, the moonlight illuminating the darkened room. You would be sitting by candlelight again tonight, curled up under a mountain of blankets. You hadn't paid your rent or bills yet this month so you would have to make do. You'd just be thankful if you came out the other side with at least a leg intact.

As you stood in your simple black bra and knickers you glanced out again at the Maniax who hadn't quite made it in to the club. You held your pyjama shirt in between your breasts as you sang.

"And I've seen him with girls of the night,
And he told Roxanne to put on her red light.
They're all infected but he'll be alright,
'Cause he's a scumbag, don't you know?
I said he's a scumbag, don't you know?"

You reached behind yourself and unclasped the band of your bra, letting the relief of being 'free' wash over you. You closed your eyes as you stood, bathed in moonlight, and quietly hummed.

All at once your skin erupted into tiny goosebumps, even though it flamed with heat. Sparks shot through your body like tiny shocks of electricity, hardening your nipples. Your eyes shot open and you looked down at yourself, bemused. You hadn't felt aroused in a long time. You could only wonder what was responsible for the heat flooding through your body.