Your eyes scanned the headline on the newspaper with the redhead's mugshot below it. You had trouble grasping the idea of the flirtatious boy at the circus being a murderer, it caught you by surprise, to say the least. You felt your fingers tremble as you read the article and your mind wandered to the night that you two spent in the tent. He could have killed you right then and there if he wanted to. But he didn't, so you had that to be thankful for. You thought back to every time that you saw his mother yelling at him and how scornfully he talked of her. It wasn't difficult to put two and two together. Something wasn't right. As much as you wanted to give him the benefit of the doubt, you didn't know the full story and you believed that he was sent to Arkham for a reason.

You found yourself wanting to visit him but you felt pathetic even considering it. "He's a murderer." you told yourself every time you were tempted to drive your car to Arkham. You two weren't even friends, you hardly knew him, but there was still a part of you that was drawn to him. He was irresistibly charming and he always found his way to your brain when you were trying so hard to forget him. He had a way about him, unlike anyone else you've ever met. There was no denying that you two had a connection. But every time you caught yourself thinking like that, you were always quick to shut it down and remind yourself that this wasn't a healthy way to cope. You had to go on with your life and pretend that you never had feelings for the ginger, though it didn't help when you saw him in your dreams or when you started daydreaming about the time you two had sex. It was like he cursed you. You were thankful he was in Arkham, you imagined that he would spent a great deal of his life there and that meant eventually you'd be able move on, for good.

But to your surprise, he wasn't there for long, not nearly as long as he should have been. The news spread like wildfire, six inmates broke out of Arkham Asylum, the ginger included. You were watching a movie in your bedroom one evening when it got interrupted to report the breakout. You couldn't believe your ears, it wasn't possible, it couldn't be. But it was. You weren't able to fall asleep that night, all you could think about was him, and what he would do now that he was out. You hardly left the house after you heard the announcement, because you knew that there was a chance that you'd see him and the thought of him was straining enough on you.

His crimes were all over the news after the breakout, everyone in Gotham knew his name. You felt a sick feeling in your stomach when you heard what he did to several employees of Yellen Shipyard. If that wasn't a sign to stay far far away, you don't know what was. That was it for you, you had to pack up and leave. There wasn't a chance you'd be sticking around with all these criminally insane maniacs on the loose. You weren't certain where you were leaving to, you just planned on taking a taxi and going from there.

Just when you were nearly finished packing your suit cases, your door bursts open and when it does you feel like you can't breathe for a second, especially when you saw who it was; the circus boy.

"Freeze!" the ginger exclaimed, pointing a gun in your direction. You raised both of your arms above your head, your whole body shaking with fear.

"Jerome, I–" you started, but he's quick to interrupt you.

"Nuh-uh, save it." he continued to aim the gun at you as he stepped closer, grinning from ear to ear. You squeezed your eyes shut, your entire body quivering. You cursed under your breath because you shouldn't have allowed yourself to be put in this position, you should have made a run for it the day he got out. But when he shoots the gun, you only feel a squirt of cold water against your face. You slowly blink your eyes back open, only to see him cracking up.

"Ooh I got you! You were shaking like a leaf." he walks over to show you the gun, "See, it's fake. I can't believe you actually thought I was going to shoot you," he shook his head, still laughing. You scowled, turning back to your suit case and tossing a couple more essentials in it.

"You're crazy, you know that? Messing with me like that." you growled quietly to yourself, refusing to make eye contact with him.

"Some greeting," he rolled his eyes playfully, "I came back for you, just like you wanted me to," he takes a step closer, making you instinctively back away. "Where do you think you're going doll?" he raised an eyebrow, with a lopsided grin on his face.

"Somewhere far away from here and you. Please get out of my way." you said sternly, zipping up your bag hastily.

"Do you think I'm going to hurt you? Are you scared of me?" he asked, tilting his head to the side innocently.

You swallowed a gulp as you looked back at him, "Jerome, you killed your mother and now you're killing innocent people left and right, of course I'm scared. You're a criminal." you stuttered, biting on your lower lip.

"My mother was a bitch, she had what was coming to her." his brows furrowed, shrugging his shoulders, "Don't make me out to be the bad guy, any person in the right mind would have silenced that bitch. My only regret is that I didn't do it sooner," his tone changes to a raspy one, it always did when he spoke of her.

"You're scared because you think I'm this monster, correct?" he questioned and you swiftly nodded your head, trembling before him.

"Don't be scared, doll, I would never hurt you," he's smirking even wider now, "I'm not going to bite, unless of course you want me to," he reaches his hand over to cup your cheek in his hand, his fingers stroking your skin, and you emit a quiet sigh, finding yourself missing his touch. When you realize this, you quickly pull your head away from his hand. "Remember when I said that I would come back for you? I was dead serious about that."

"I'm having difficulty believing that when it's so easy for you to kill." you folded your arms over your chest, trying your best to maintain a solemn posture.

"Good point, but they aren't you, which is what makes it so easy. I like you. Sadly, I can't say the same for those other bozos." he shook his head and cackled, finding your reactions to be more than amusing. He moves closer and you immediately start taking steps back which only results in your back up against the wall and his body covering yours.

"I'm not going to hurt you, I only have your best interest at heart," he places his hand on his chest dramatically, and you avert your gaze from him because when he looks at you with those enthralling eyes you know you'll be right back at square one again.

"How can I be so sure of that?" you asked in a wavering voice.

"Well, you might not ever be sure of it, but I know you want to be. You miss me, just say it." he lifts your chin up with his hand, forcing you to look back at him.

"You want me to fuck you again, don't you?" he whispered against your skin, inching closer to your lips. You feel a shiver run down your spine, and you're already getting lost in him, his scent, his touch, his everything. "I miss your wet pussy squeezing my cock, begging me to never let go. I want that again." he continues to murmur, lowering his head down to your neck, trailing a long stripe of his saliva against your skin.

You lean your head back a little, gasping softly at the impact. You can already feel that familiar ache between your legs like when he fucked you in the tent and that's when you immediately realize that you've lost the battle of resisting him. It was futile. You wanted him, no, you needed him.

"Tell me it's not just me. I need to hear you say it. I still think about that night every single day. You were fucking perfect." his hot breath is against your neck, leaving wet kisses around every inch of it. His words are driving you crazy, you can feel yourself tightening and your skin is prickling in anticipation. "Just say the word and I'll give it to you. Your wish is my command."

"It's not just you. I need it, I need you." you gasped out softly, and he smirks against your skin instantly when you finally give him what he needs to hear. He turns his head back to you, his eyes gleam like a snake targeting prey. You see the tight quiver in the fine muscles of his face and the tension in his jaw.

You suddenly wrap your arms around his neck and pull him down for a kiss. "Take it," you tell him, licking the corner of his mouth. "Whatever you need."

"Oh I intend to," he said, his smirk widening, "Not so scared now, are you, Y/N? I would never hurt the girl who came to visit me weekly back at the circus. No, you're special—different, I like that." he said hoarsely before his lips were back on yours with even more zest, sighing into the kiss, and drawing your lips apart with his own so he could tangle his tongue with yours.

His hands fumbling to quickly throw off your coat so they could find you again, pushing you forcefully back against the wall and holding you there, his hands clasped with yours as he mashed his lips against your own.

You relished in the feel of his body pressing into you, trapping you against the cool wall behind you. You were getting that strange sensation, as though he could not be close enough, that any distance between you two at all was too much. He reached up to undo your ponytail, letting your hair fall in wavy tresses around your shoulders. Then his hands slip beneath your shirt to grasp the bare skin of your back, making their way to undo the clasp of your bra, feeling your breasts underneath. His expert fingers worked their way around the front, bunching up your shirt above your stomach, stroking your breasts and cupping them. He stops touching you and kissing you only long enough to reach down to unbutton the long row of buttons marching down your shirt, giving him easier access.

"I miss this," you uttered softly, "I miss us."

He grins upon hearing you say that, "You won't have to anymore. I'm going to stop by every chance I get." he whispered hoarsely. You felt a small explosion of happiness in your chest at those words. He began to work steadily south, his mouth trailing hard kisses with a hint of teeth down your neck and to your shoulders while he trailed his hands down from your torso to slip under your skirt instead, pulling at your tights. The sheer fabric of your tights clings to your legs so he bends down, both of his hands up your skirt to slide the tights off you, letting his fingers trail after the fabric as he did. You shivered as the air hit your bare legs.

"I need to feel how fucking wet you are for me, I know you're already soaked." he tells you, his voice in a deep and rolling growl.

He slides his hands back up to snag your panties, letting them fall in a puddle around your feet. You feel your breath catch, your heart picking up speed again as this particular barrier fell away. He straightens himself back up, smiling mischievously at you, and you can't help but giggle. His lips are back on the nape of your neck, continuing the work they'd begun before, causing your laugh to fall away into more of a gasp and a moan as you gripped at the back of his shirt. He slips his hands down your torso one more time, giving your breasts a firm squeeze, and then dipped one hand below again, bunching your skirt up against your leg slightly as his spindling fingers inched their way up the inside of your thigh tantalizingly.

"Please fuck me with your fingers, Jerome." you blurted out, "I-I… It's been too long."

"Aw, when you ask so nicely like that, I don't see how I could say no." he chuckled darkly. He finally stroked your opening, drawing a sharp intake of breath from you, he grinned, pressing himself against you.

"So fucking wet. Gee, what am I to do with you?" he laughed again with that grin still on his face. Under the fabric of his pants, you could feel his erection hard against your leg, and you grinned right back.

"You're one to talk," you quipped. But you were barely able to get the comeback out before you cut yourself off with a gasp again. He dipped his fingers further into you, swiftly rolling your clit between them and then pulling back out, only to plunge right back in. He worked them against you, beckoning you to come more with his fingers and you rocked against him in response. Your arms splayed our to your sides on the wall behind you, trying to breathe deeply but every so often letting out a barely stifled yelp of delight.

"This wet pussy missed me, isn't that right? It's begging to be fucked again and again by me." he purred, "You're squeezing my fingers so much, always so well behaved for me. That's why you're my favorite."

Your rocking motions become jerkier and your breathing more frenzied as he thrust his fingers inside you. He's watching your face hungrily, reveling in your pleasure. You feel a knot of tension increasing below, building until your first orgasm of the day washed over you with a strangled cry. His pleased eyes never leaving your face so he can drink in every expression of ecstasy.

You felt like your legs might give way with the rush of endorphins and began to sink down against the wall, but he pulls you back against him playfully, letting you catch your breath momentarily and then kissing you again.

"Now, now, Y/N, you know that was only a shallow one. I think we can do better." he said with a loud laugh and he has you back up against the wall again, kissing you with new vigor. You feel yourself re-awaken again almost immediately, though mere seconds ago you might not have thought it possible. You reach down clumsily to undo the belt and zipper of his pants, and he assists you by finishing the job, finally freeing his pulsing erection.

You moved your hands down to stoke it, to draw it into you because you can't wait another second, but he catches you by both of your wrists, trapping them against the wall in his grip.

"Tsk tsk, you're an impatient one, huh doll?" he teased, "Keep your hands up for me." he told you huskily, his voice low. You obeyed, keeping your arms firmly against the wall on either side of your head and closing your eyes as he quickly sank his member inside you.

"Ah fuck, Jerome!" you cried out softly. He reaches behind you, stroking your ass and then your thighs, drawing your legs up around him to straddle your waist while your back and arms stayed against the wall. You feel the angle become easier and he sinks more deeply inside you, filling you entirely, and making you emit moan after moan.

"Oh shit, it's just like I remembered it. Fuck. You're just as tight." he grunted. Slowly, holding you up with the combination of the wall and his own strength, he begins to move in and out of your wet heat, causing new spasms of pleasure each time he did. He supported your legs around him seemingly effortlessly, pushing in and out of you as you bucked against him, following his motions. You could feel the beginnings of the tension building up below again, this time more gradually, but stronger, somehow. Deeper. You loved the feel of him inside of you, loved how well he fit right into you, and you couldn't help but cry out as the tightness continued to mount. Both of your movements began to quicken and you could feel your shirt slipping from around your shoulders, the buttons hanging uselessly as both sides had opened up to expose the rest of your torso, your bra dangling there loosely, having slid down to reveal your breasts bouncing rhythmically with the rolling of your hips.

Part of you dimly wished you'd gotten his shirt off, but then again you also got an odd sort of pleasure at being exposed to him when he was still mostly clothed. Every so often you caught glimpses of his beautiful face racked with concentration, occasionally interrupted by his own spasms of pleasure. Your speed was increasing and the movements were becoming more erratic now.

As the frantic motions and your building pleasure became too much to bare, his strength finally gave way. Your resolve broke and you tore your arms from the wall to wrap them around him as you both fell to the ground together, his full weight landing on top of you. Your connection had broken for a second, but he was quick to change that and he hurriedly plunged himself back into you, beginning to work even faster now. You both jerked and strained, you lifted your legs, wrapping them around his torso, even higher so you could feel him inside you all the way to your core.

"I.. Jerome, I can't—" you barely managed to get out.

"Oh, just let me have it already, Y/N. Give it to me. I need it all over my cock." he uttered in a loud whisper, almost begging for it.

He scraped a nail across your nipple, before bringing his hand between your legs and pinching your clit. You screamed, and the world seemed to disappear around you. All that was left was both of your bodies smacking against one another and the blood thundering through your veins, and the way you felt him shake as he followed you over the edge.

The rising ecstasy became even more intense, your moaning began to increase as well, becoming louder and wilder as you lost control of your vocal chords in the rush. When the orgasm finally hit, you thought you'd never felt anything so deeply in every cell of your body before. It washed over every inch of you. Seconds later, you heard him emit a final moan as well, his breathing and his hips against you slowing down until he came to a stop.

You kept fluttering around his member, drawing out his orgasm further, but you couldn't breathe anymore. His head dropped down to rest against your breath, panting heavily into your hot skin. He stayed inside of you until his member got too soft and slipped out. He starts laughing and wipes the sweat off his forehead, still laying on top of your body. You're quivering against him, staring at the ceiling for a few moments, and letting complete and utter contentment wash over you.

Though, you know you're damned because he's the last person you should be having sex with, but at the same time you couldn't care less. You discovered that you still wanted him just as much as you did before, despite his criminal ways.

"How's that for my grand entrance?" he asked as he lowly panted.

"Oh god, Jerome." you shook your head and giggled, "I… did you really mean what you said? About liking me that much?" you feel a rush of heat blossoming on your cheeks as you looked back at him. You're about to say more but he silences you with a kiss. He's grinning widely when he pulls away from you, snickering to himself.

"Maybe. Don't know how I can say no to these tits and this pretty little pussy that's always begging for me." he whispers as he moves his hand below your stomach and he leans in to press his mouth against your ear, "Now, tell me everything that you've been fantasizing about since I've been gone.