Terror In Gotham City

Chapter 7

*Accalia*

A few days turn into almost a week and a half. Lila hasn't been here since our fight, and Jim has barely been here to see me. Then again, this is Gotham, and there is always a crime to solve and someone to arrest. That's just the way things are. So, to pass the time in this trailer, and circus, Jerome takes me out to explore Gotham and the circus. I find that many of girls in this circus have a desire for my best friend, and that they have been at his mercy once or twice over the years. Their lustful gazes only leave him to become harsh and jealous when they see me by his side.

"They don't stop staring, do they?" I ask, stretching my arms above my head as we leaving the main tent where Jim, Barbara and Dr. Thompkins are sitting watching the acrobats. "Those slutty bitches are starting to get on my nerves, ginger."

Jerome slings an arm around my shoulder. "They're just jealous, little terror. They know they have no chance with me and they hate it."

We walk over to his trailer and I stop moving as soon as I catch the stench of cigarette smoke. I clench my fists, my nails digging into my palms, and stalk towards the door. Jerome quickly follows me, anger flashing in his vibrant green eyes. Flinging the door open, I stop in my tracks when I see Lila sprawled out on the couch with some guy leaning over her, disgusting noises leaving her lips. A hand grips mine and begins to pull me back outside but I tear my hand from its grip, walking over to the whore and her latest victim.

I grab a handful of the guy's hair and tear him off her, causing him to scream in pain. As soon as he's gone from my sight, I turn to Lila with rage rolling off me in waves. She stands and smirks at me, taking a drag from her cigarette that is somehow still lit. The dress she's wearing falls back down to her knees and bile rises in my throat, as well as pure disgust and rage.

"What the fuck is wrong with you, Lila?" I growl, walking over to her and slapping the cigarette out of her hand, stomping on it to stop the carpet from catching alight. "Fucking someone on the couch when anyone can walk in and see you? You sicken me to no end!"

Lila backhands me across the face and my head snaps to the side. "Mind your tongue, slut! You have no right to speak to me in that way."

I raise my arm out to the side and Jerome runs into it, preventing him from going any further forward. His body is trembling with rage, and that's not a good thing as of right now. Smirking at her, I grab her collar and drag her from the trailer, not caring if she bruises something along the way. She twists and yells in my grasp, but there's nobody around to hear her scream.

"If you want her dead, ginger," I call over my shoulder. "This is your only chance to do it before I fuck this bitch up and kill her myself!"

He doesn't respond, but I hear his footsteps retreating back to the trailer instead of following me. Continuing on my way, I tighten my grip on Lila's dress and grit my teeth as she digs her nails into my hand as an attempt to force my release of her. I don't release her until we reach the top of a small hill hundreds of meters away from the circus trailers. There, I release her and she falls to the ground, coughing like the old hag she is.

Walking a few paces away, I knot my fingers into my hair, trying to calm my raging temper and desire to tear her limb from limb. Giving up, I turn and stalk toward her, sending a kick to her stomach and causing her to fall from where she had managed to get up onto her hands and knees. Another follows and she cries out. Kick after kick after kick gets laid upon her bruising flesh, and I find that I can't bring myself to stop. The thing that causes me to stop is a hand gripping my right arm and pulling me away from her fallen form.