Gotham: Jemma's Diary (v1)

Chapter Twelve - Cute?

"What the hell?!" I breathed, getting on my feet as the tall man gently walked through the doorway.

His head was completely bald - not a single hair in sight, showing off his pale moonlight skin. He wore black from the neck down, and carried a gun in his hand.

His eyes were wide and eerie, watching me as he tilted his head.

"My name's Victor; your brother's sent me to get you." He said, his voice soft but with an underlay of creepy.

"Victor?" I repeated, stammering closer towards him, "I'm never going back there."

"Dead or alive." He stated, looking at me with a slight smirk before taking in a deep breath and furrowing his eyebrows as he turned away, "Please don't make me put a bullet in you... you're cute."

I let out half a laugh at his comment; I'm cute? How could he possibly think I'm cute? How ridiculous.

"Have you just got a knack for gingers or are you being serious?" I wondered, watching him with a gleam in my eye as I stepped closer to him until we were only a foot apart.

He clenched his jaw but I noticed a spark inside his eye as he grumbled, "You don't want to test me."

I had a huge grin plastered on my face by this point as I took a swing at him.

He was quick to dodge, and instead, had me in a headlock type of position as he stood behind me with his arm around my neck.

This just made me grin even more; my pulse was racing as I yanked heavily on his arm, pulling him over my shoulder and slamming him onto the ground before I straddled on top of him.

"Bet you never thought you'd be beaten by a girl?" I joked, giggling as our hearts beated fast in union.

He smiled back at me before hastily throwing me off of him as he got on top of me.

"Urgh," I groaned, pulling my arms in attempt to free them as he held them down, "No fair!"

He chuckled, the crinkles by his eyes making me feel safe and warm. I smiled, relaxing my muscles under him.

We remained in that position for what felt like a long time before he leant down slowly. My heart began to speed up again as his lips gently brushed against mine.

Pulling away, he watched my eyes as he helped me onto my feet, only to push me back down onto the bed which lay only a few feet away.

He took a while to unbuckle his leather attire, but was soon taking his top off over his head.

I stared at his torso; my fingertips not being able to resist the urge to glide down his abs and towards his hips.

He leaned over me, his breath warm in my ear as he carefully helped to remove my jumper before locking lips with me once again, only this time more passionately.

His lips were soft and tender, though their motion was rough and held a lust behind them.

As we pulled away again, my eyes wondered over his body. And I became distracted by the many scars he had.

"What are these?" I quietly asked, pointing towards the scars.

Victor looked at the scars before looking back at me, "Whenever I take a life, I make sure to mark it on my own skin. A constant reminder of who I truly am."

I furrowed my eyebrows at him, sitting up as I murmured, "You can be anything you want."

He simpered, moving his body away from the heat as he sat next to me on the bed, "This is Gotham." he said, "You can't just be anything you want. You've got to find a way to survive."

I frowned slightly, "Then why not move?"

Shaking his head, he replied, "There's no point. This is my home. And I'll always come back."