Smile for Me

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Alaska's POV: 

"Hiya gorgeous," Jerome's smooth voice woke me up, "what d'ya wanna do today? Murder or mayhem?"

"I just woke up can't you leave the illegal activity alone until after I've had coffee?" I rolled over to face his smiling face.

"I could," he drawled out the last word, "but where's the fun in that?"

"Uh huh, well I think we should do murder and mayhem. Ya know mix things up a bit." I sat up in bed and Jerome followed suit.

"I like the way you think woman." He crawled over and kissed me roughly.

"Is that all you like about me?" I pulled away, quirking a brow.

"I'll tell ya in little bit." He leaned back in for a kiss and we lost ourselves in each other's touch. You could say we were addicted to the feel of each other or maybe just to each other in general. From my research an addiction isn't healthy, but everything about him made me better-how can that not be healthy? Maybe this was one of those strangely good addictions, but I wouldn't care either way.

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"I definitely like more than the way you think," J said as he shrugged on his red robe.

"I thought so. Besides, I have a lot to like." My cocky attitude was something I'd developed while with Jerome. You could say he'd rubbed off on me a bit.

"Well obviously, that's why you're with me." He turned around to give me a duh face before running down to get breakfast.

I got out of the bed and pulled on an oversized shirt and a pair of red underwear. Jerome and I had been living together for so long that he didn't really care what I wore, he actually preferred I wear less of whatever I was wearing.

I walked down the stairs and saw J standing helplessly in the kitchen. He still doesn't know how to cook anything.

I sneak up on him and jump onto his back causing him to laugh. His laugh is my favorite sound in the entire world and he knows it. If I'm in one of my moods that can last for a while all he has to do is laugh and it's like the world is righted again. Even if his laugh usually means someone is dead or dying.

"You need help?" I ask him from my perch on his back.

"No I can do it." The way he said it made me laugh. He absolutely hated the fact he couldn't cook and I loved it so much.

"Alright well I'll just stay right here," I brushed away nonexistent dust from his shoulder, "Incase you need anything."

"Haha funny." He gave me a bored look before attempting to make toast.

He had it right up until the toaster caught fire. He stared at it a little before laughing at the flames. It always scared me a bit when he got like this, this wasn't the adorable psycho this was something else entirely. It was like he was trying to laugh away a memory.

I jumped off of his back and ran to the fire extinguisher. When I got back to the kitchen he was still laughing and staring at the flames, until I put them out. It seemed to break his trance because he just grabbed a bagel from the fridge and started eating that. I quickly followed suit.

"You okay babe?" He looked up at me and smiled.

"Of course! So, plan for today-you got anything?" He started at me in that way that begged for adventure and excitement.

"Well, you know I've always been one for fire and the like, but I don't particularly like mass murder." He frowned at my statement but quickly recovered.

"D'ya think Potter would want to play today? You could build a thingy with Brother dearest." He wiggled an eyebrow at the mention of his brother, who he was still on rocky terms with.

"I'll call her and ask." I reached up to peck his nose before running off to call Potter.

The phone rang and rang, but when my call was answered it wasn't Potter.

"Jeremiah? Hey, I was just calling to see if Potter wanted to hang out with Jerome cause a little mischief and what not." I waited for his reply, but the line stayed silent.

"Jeremiah? Did you hear me?"

"Oh yes, my apologies. Potter cannot terrorize Gotham today, and Jerome shouldn't either. After our Broad cast Gotham has been waiting for us to make our move. I would like everything to be perfect when we do act." His calm voice rang in my ear.

"Of course. Jerome'll be upset he can't murder for a while, but I'll find a way to keep him occupied." I didn't realize how it sounded until after the words had left my mouth. "Jeremiah I di-"

"Please, Alaska I don't require details of what you and my twin do in bed. Good bye, I'll see you soon." He hung up and I let out a string of laughter which brought Jerome into the living room.

The manic grin on his face accompanied by a quirked brow made me let out a small huff of a laugh. He leaned against the doorway and folded his arms over his chest, "You laughed?"

I just continued on with my fit while he made his way over to me. His hands grabbed mine and in a moment we were spinning around to the music that must've just been in his head. Somehow the rhythm found it's way to my feet and we were moving in sync. It was something we'd always been able to do, be in sync that is.

He ran his thumb over the diamond on my ring finger and brought the hand up to his lips, placing a soft kiss to the gem. It'd been a few weeks since he'd officially proposed, and we were amazing for lack of better words.

"What did Potter day?" He asked me.

"Oh it wasn't Potter. You're brother actually answered the phone if you can believe that. He sounded fine, but I'm never sure with those two. I'm not sure if one pairing can handle that much crazy," I said. He gave me an are you for real look that set me back to laughing. "Naturally we're the exception."

"That's what I like to hear. Now," his voice lowered and he got a sadistic smile on his face, "what did brother dear say?"

The way he worded his question was abnormal, but everything about Jerome was abnormal. I'd noticed that whenever he talked about his brother he'd get weirder than normal. It started last year, when he was held in Jeremiah's bunker and almost killed his brother. It was like a whole new darkness, not too different from my own.

"He said that Potter couldn't kill puppies with you today. He suggested we take a break from crime to trick Gotham into a false sense of security and then act. We don't want to waste this brilliant opportunity now do we?" I asked, wrapping my small arms around his toned torso, feeling the satin of his robe.

"No we don't. But now I'll be dreadfully bored. I guess you'll just have to entertain me." He fell onto the couch, pulling me with him. I landed on him and situated myself until I was sitting comfortably on top of him.

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