The king and queen of Gotham

At peace

Jeremiah was a nice change of pace. He wasn't crazy like Jerome. There were no rash decisions or murders. He was normal. The craziest thing he had down was let me free, and that had scared him of himself and what he was willing to do. His priorities changed a lot. I was his and he was mine. We were hunkered down in his bunker, the maze of his own mind. He taught me how to navigate the halls, and after the first week or two, I was able to go on my own. He was still too scared to leave it's walls, but he let me leave when I needed to. Like today. Faith and I were polar opposites, and I couldn't go on looking like her. 

"J, I need to do something about this," I gestured to myself, well Faith's self. I looked too much like her. He nodded.

"I agree, why don't you take the day to go shopping?" he shuffled some plans on his desk. "I need some time alone to work on these anyways." I nodded and he handed me some bundles of cash. The bills were all 100's. I kissed him on the cheek before setting out for Gotham. The bunker was a ways outside of the main part of town, but it was a nice day for a walk. Birds were chirping, I was on the loose, and the air had never been so fresh. 

My first stop was a clothing store of some sort. Faith preferred the softer colors, jeans and sweaters, leggings and Jerome's sweatshirts. I needed to look bad ass. More like that one chick, what did Faith call her again? Oh yea, Tabitha. I wanted to steal her look. It took a lot of skipping in between stores, but I found one to satisfy my tastes. I bought some shiny, knee length boots, black of course. Black jeans, black leather pants, black leggings, biker's jackets, and tight fitting black corsets. 

My next stop was for some weapons. One thing she had right was the twin crescent moon blades. I knew of some good weapon shops in town, more towards the narrows. I found a beautiful set, the blades a glimmering silver. The handles were made of opaque black. I got a nice sheath to store them in also. I then bought two pistols, one was stored in my lower back, the other in between my breasts. 

Third on the list was a car of some sort. I hoped Jeremiah wouldn't mind. It was decently expensive but black, just like everything else I bought. It wasn't brand new, and I bought it from a sketchy guy, but it was essential. 

The last stop, with just enough money, was the hair dressers. I had them dye my hair blonde, not platinum, just a straw blond, typical natural blonde. It was better than the caramel color it was originally. Then I got in my new car and went back home. My little shopping spree took me all days and I was glad to get back. Jeremiah was holed up in our room when I got inside. 

"Did you get a ride up here? I heard a car," he asked, seeming worried. I sighed, hoping he wouldn't be upset.

"I bought one," his expression didn't change so I plowed on, "I figured that it would make things easier when I have to go in or something," I shrugged. 

"Good thinking actually, cause I've been thinking about something I might have you do," he paused, thinking. "I think I am going to have to have you be my proxy." I was confused.

"What's a proxy?" I asked him. 

"Basically, when I need to talk with a person I'm working with, designing for, you'll be who they talk to directly. I'd have to get you an apartment of some sort in Gotham, so you're not having to drive so much over here, don't want to draw attention." he paused, thinking. 

"I'm fine with that," I got closer to him, up in his face. I saw him swallow hard. "As long as I get you on the weekends," I winked at him and he chuckled nervously. "Oo! I almost forgot! I need to show you everything I got today!" I ran into the bathroom and changed into some of my new clothes. They fit like a glove, complementing my figure. I walked out, swaying my hips. "Like it?" I giggled and twirled like I was wearing a dress. He looked me up and down.