Gotham: Jemma's Diary (v1)

Chapter Eighteen - Whore Mother Whore Daughter?

"Well, well, what have we got here?!" The men sniggered, their evil grins plastered on their faces.

I held my arms closer to my body as I attempted to walk through the group, ignoring them completely. Or as much as I could, at least.

"Hey, where are you going?!" One of the men called, blocking my way as the other three circled me - complicating any way I had of getting out without a scratch.

"Get out my way." I murmured as hands started crawling over my body, grabbing me in all the wrong places.

The creatures laughed, watching me like I was their prey. They'd ignored my demand.

This angered me.

I clenched my jaw, lifting my elbow up hastily and decking one of them in their throat. Then quickly booting another in their kneecap.

I seemed to be losing the battle as they started throwing punches at me and trying to reach for my neck.

The pain became numb as they fought me to the ground before a car turned up, screetching as it pulled to a halt beside the walkway.

A man stammered out of the car, marching towards the group of dirty men as he shouted to me "Get in the car!"

I ignored any doubt in my mind as I heaved my beaten bloody body across the icy paving slabs and up onto the car seat.

My vision was blurry and I felt as if I were about to pass out, but I sat myself up and watched as the man fought away the bad guys.

Once he was done, he quickly got into the drivers seat of the car, blood pouring from his nose. It was at this moment I recognised who he was.

"Jim?!" I said in disbelief, "W-Why? What?!.. You helped me?"

"Don't seem to surprised about it." He responded, accelerating off. I watched his face flinch from the pain as he attempted to remain focused on the road, "You were right; I don't want you sleeping on the streets. You can stay with me tonight."

Blushing, I felt my face light up as I relaxed into the warm seat, feeling over the moon with excitement. My plan may just be working...

After a short while, the pain seemed to ease in my body and my limbs weren't so stiff.

"Can I ask you something?" Jim pitched up, his voice low and quiet at he kept his eyes ahead.

I nodded, "Sure."

He paused, "Why do you like your brothers?"

We sat in silence for a moment whilst I thought over the question. What did he want to know?! "I don't. Not Jeremiah, at least. I hate him."

"And Jerome?" He questioned, looking down at me from the corner of his eye.

I sighed, "Jerome's my guardian angel. Always has been from day one. I love him. And I'd do anything for him." I muttered, giving it a quick thought before I got into it too much, "Our Mother... was a whore. She never loved anyone but herself. Ha, if you could call that 'loving'. Jerome always protected me from her. And where the hell was Jeremiah, huh?"

Jim shrugged, "He got sent to St. Ignatius, didn't he?"

"Yeah," I replied, "But he could've come looking. He never gave a shit about any of us. That's Valeska's for ya."

Once we arrived at Jim's apartment, it was almost midnight and the streets were quiet, for once.

"Do you wanna drink?" Jim offered, holding out a glass of whiskey or whatnot.

I smiled, taking the glass as my eyes wondered over the small place, taking in the grubby aesthetic he seemed to be aiming for.

"What was it like in Arkham, Jemma?" He questioned, taking a sip from his own drink.

I chuckled, "Is this where the real interview starts?"

Smirking, he looked down, "No, I'm just curious. I know how much of a shithole it can be."

I shook my head, turning away from him as I felt tears quickly stream my eyes. Not again. "It was awful... I didn't get much help, I didn't have much friends, no social life, just everyday sitting in a cold, empty box." I sighed, taking a deep breath before I continued, "They used to all remind me of how the only person who'd ever made me feel safe... was gone, for good. He deserved better."

An uncomfortable peace quickly filled the room as we hovered in the moment - my words lingering in the air as I turned to face Jim.

It was at this point I'd realised it was Jim that had come for me back at Selina's apartment, that he thought I was some 'Ivy' chick. This made me grin. I can't believe I actually got away with that. Dumb cop. Lol.

Jim returned my smile, "What?"

I shook my head, feeling silly as I responded, "You... You make me feel safe." And as I began walking towards him, I noticed his cheeks turning a rosy pink as he blushed. I smirked, slowly leaning in as our lips pressed gently together.

Jim kissed back, our tongues entertwining as we decided to take things into the bedroom...