The circus would always run through Gotham around this time of the year, its where we got the most attraction all those time before. So, naturally, we were drawn back to this place. I don't particularly perform per say, I'm one of those ignored, hated ticket sellers in those big glass booths as you walk into the carnival. I guess you could say I act, I have to pretend to be interested in people.
"Oh, that's amazing miss, you're here for the main circus? Wonderful"
See? I act all happy when actually I wish nothing more than to grab their faces and tell them how much I care about their pathetic little lives, how much I long to rip out their intestines and hang them with that slimy smooth flesh. But, alas I am not here just because of this DISGUSTING circus, filled with all its snake charmers, fire eating men, tightrope walkers. No. I'm here for that one special boy in my life. That little abused ginger who always comes out worse in a fight, bruises littered across his delicate body.
"Why don't you stand up for yourself?" I asked, my chin resting on his chest as we lay in grass, our arms wrapped around each other's bodies, "I'll do it, come on Jerome you just gotta... you just gotta give her a little slap"
"Yeah, yeah, yeah like that would work (Y/N)" he snickered, pecking a small kiss on my nose "Sometimes I really think you wish me dead" I furrowed my eyebrows at that comment
"No, I'm just trying to beef up your weak ass"
"Oh, I'm weak now am I?" he smirked, raising his eyebrows in a goofy fashion that just had me rolling around the floor in a fit of giggles. His big eyes gazing into mine, even just his glimmering seemingly innocent eyes caused me to swoon over him.
"Weak" I teased, poking his stomach with my nail. Little before I even knew what was happening I was pinned down on the luscious green grass, his silly little smile slapped across his dorky features.
"Weak?" he repeated as he gazed off, as if he were thinking "You've disrespected the tickle king Ms. (L/N)" he spoke sternly as his fingers started to furiously attack my sides, his hands slipping up under my uniform so he had a better angle to attack my bare skin. My screams of happiness and laughter only fueled his vicious attack, my body twisting and turning under the sheer velocity and aggression.
"WHO'S THE WEAK ONE NOW?" He cackled manically, his insane side slowly becoming visible.
"Y-Y-YOU ARE" I managed to splutter out, my eyes watering as I giggled endlessly. I didn't predict what was going to happen next at all, he lent down and pushed his lips up against mine, the tingle of his cold lips against mine sent shivers down my spine, my flesh tingling slightly. He growled as he grabbed his cheeks and forced me to kiss back, dominating the kiss instantly
He pulled back, a giggle gracing his actions
"You're i-insane"
"That I am"
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Gotham Imagines (X readers or ships)
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