Fatal Attraction

For The Love of Chaos

*WARNING! SOME SEXUAL CONTENT BE AWARE!

We all sit at the dining table, eating donuts for breakfast, and wait for Galavan to show up. "Fine job you did there, Gentlemen and lady." Galavan said, while coming down the stairs. "We made it big. Whole city knows your name now." He says, proudly presenting the paper to us. "Bravo, let's give ourselves a round of applause." He continues. I roll my eyes, as Aaron continues eating his share of donuts. Like he had anything to do with it. We did all the dirty work, stupid arrogant bastard. Dobkins, Greenwood and Jerome claps for his amusement. Galavan sets the newspaper down on the table and continues his little spill. "Now that we have Gotham's attention, it's time for the Maniax to make a grand entrance." Jerome looks at me and then Galavan. "Wasn't that it?" Galavan walks towards Jerome and smile. "That was the Overture, now the crowd is hushed, expectant,the curtain rises." He says, raising his hands in effect. Jerome smiles. "And then, what happens?" He says in a lower tone. Galavan goes behind both, Jerome and I,lays his hands on both of our shoulders and answers. "Well then, we confront the Gothamites with their most primal fears. Take what all they hold dear and sacred." Jerome's face grows darker and lustful for violence. "And then, what happens." He growls. "Then, we offer them salvation and then they are ours." Greenwood smiles at his answer. "Let's get busy then." He says, eating his donut. Honestly, if he eats anymore, i'm affraid he might blow up. "Patience. You gentlemen need to learn alittle stage craft." Greenwood looks confused. "Stagecraft?" He repeated, with a mouthful of his donuts. "You're going to be on tv. You have to present yourselves with style and vigor. Dobkins, Say, 'Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen.'" He continues. Arnold looks surprised and scared. "Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen." He says blankly. "Again, with a smile." He does so. "Good evening, Ladies and Gentlemen." he repeats, more scarcely, but sounding sarcastic. Galavan sighs heavily and walks passed him. "How about you?" He points to Greenwood. Greenwood licks off his fingers and sits up, Raising his arms. "Good evening, Ladies and gentlemen!" He yells, sounding threatening. Jerome fake yawns, showing that their efforts are futile. "Good. A little too sinister and authoritative." He turns his head, making eye contact with Aaron. "Nevermind." And turns to us. "Ms. Erin, how about you." I looked at Jerome and back at Galavan. I shook my head. "I'm good.Try Jerome." I say quickly, pointing to Jerome. "Alright then, Jerome, go ahead." Jerome smiles widely. He hops up on his chair, "Ladies and Gentlemen, Good Evening." He says with a bow. "Bravo, has a good boyishly charm to it. Good." Jerome laughs as he sits back down. "The laugh is good, use that." Thinking that was everything, I prepare to leave to my room. But then, Galavan starts to talk again, of course.

I grunt out of frustration and boredom, annoyed that he was taking so long, pointlessly going over things we already know, and to rile the boys up, which is easy to do, I might add. "Can we go now? Or do you want to continue getting them hyped up?" I asked, with attitude. "Well, I have allot more to go over, but Jerome you're in charge. Find something that will cause a ruckus and scare the civilians a little bit. Just rattle things up alittle bit, just to up the main event." He continued. Jerome lit up, smiling bigger than ever. We all hear whipping sounds coming into the room. It was Barbara and Tabitha hitting the mayor with a whip, while there is a box on top of his head. The mayor ran into the wall and fell down onto the floor. "Well, I see you two are getting along, good." Galavan said. He looked down to the Mayor. "You didn't kill him did you?" Tabitha whipped him once more, causing him to clench his body together. "Nope, not dead." She responded. I rolled my eyes, just wanting to go to my room and get away from Galavan. I got up, silently, gaining Jerome's attention, and begin to exit the room. If he isnt going to dismiss us, then i'm just going to dismiss myself. I get to my room, and sigh out of frustration. "Honestly, that took way too long, just to hype them up to kill people. It doesn't take too much to do that."I say to myself, aloud. I lay on my bed, waiting for instructions on what we are going to do next, since Jerome is in charge. I hear my door open, slightly. "Someone has a bit of an attitude today. What's wrong, Kitten? Don't like meetings? Being told what to do? Why are you suddenly in a bad mood?" Jerome questioned. Truth be told, I didn't know either, I'm just feel frustrated. "Just in a bad mood, I suppose. Galavan's voice just makes me mad, his tone of self richeousness drives me insane."He chuckled humorously.I feel the side of my bed sink in a little bit. I lift my head up, slightly, and stare at Jerome for a moment. "I'm have a tough choice to choose between. I'm trying to decide between a senor citizen group or a younger group. What do you think?"Jerome asks. I look at him in shock, he's asking for advise in his area of expertise. I think for a moment. "Well, if you go for the younger group, it'll, most likely, make the headlines more than the older group. Plus, if you go for the older group, it will make you guys look like cowards, going after such weak, defenseless prey. That's pretty low and bad for your growing reputation. Unlike the younger group, which could put up a bigger fight, and has the most impact on society. It also shows that you are ruthless, and shows that you can handle them fighting you back, if they ever tried, that is. And so on and so forth. But you make the desicsion." Jerome just stared for a moment. "Hmm. When did you become so smart?" Jerome teased. I huffed. "It's simple. Go younger, people see you as a murderous madman. Go Older, you're just look for weak, available prey." I lay my head back down, faving Jerome, I close my eyes and reopen them. "How is it that you seem so sane, but you can do insane things at the same time?" Jerome asks me out of no where. "Think rational, act on instinct. I guess. If that makes sense. I hear him hum. " How so?" I lay there for a moment and then sit up towards him. I move my hand up his robe, and stop at his collar. He looks down and smiles mischeviously. "Like, rationally, I think it would be a bad idea to kiss you. But instinctively, that's all i feel like have to do right now." He chuckles and moves closer to me. His right hand lands on the back of my head, for leverage. I feel his lips crash into mine, hungrily, claiming dominance already. His tongue slides across the bottom of my lip, requesting entrance, in return, I open, slowly but willingly. I move my body up closer to him, in result, leaving only an inch of space between our bodies and getting myself on my knees, for my head to be over his with my lips still attached to his.