Day Two


June 23rd

08:13

Harley-Girl

Hey J! Hope you reached the circus grounds in time yesterday. Sorry I didn't text, my mom came home early and forced me to cook for her and lover boy. .


08:48

Mr. J

Yeah, I did. It's fine, don't worry.


08:49

Harley-Girl

When can we meet again? :D


08:51

Mr. J

Not today. The bitch's angry I was away yesterday. Can we meet on tomorrow?


08:55

Harley-Girl

Sorry to hear that. Sure thing Mr. J! Do you want to do smthg or shall we just hang out? I like that nickname btw. Mr. J 3


09:01

Mr. J

I knew you would, sweetheart ;) I'll meet you at your flat in the afternoon, okay?


09:02

Harley-Girl

Okay, can't wait to see you again~


10:55

Mr. J

You got a skirt or dress? Make sure to wear one, no pantyhose.


11:05

Harley-Girl

I don't even own a pantyhose… but I do own a nice skirt.


11:12

Mr. J

Good girl. Cya tomorrow


11:12

Harley-Girl

Cya :)


Day Three


Hopefully this day'd end better than it had started. My mother woke me up way too early and wanted me to go buy some more alcohol for her and some cigs for her current boyfriend Bert. Mostly I didn't bother to memorize their names, but Bert was here longer than some others before him. Things were easier and not as awkward as when I called them new dude and since he held out longer than most, he deserved to be called by his name, even if I didn't particularly like him. After I dressed in some sweat pants and pullover and took some money from Bert, I got the stuff they requested. I didn't want to fight too much today; after all I'd have a date with J and he would leave town soon again. I rushed to get their things, because I needed some time to prepare myself.

As soon as I came home and handed out the alcohol and cigarettes, I jumped into the shower, bathed quickly and then tried to find that skirt I had had in mind when we talked yesterday. I blow dried my hair and pulled it up into a high ponytail when it was dry enough. My mother shot me a curious look when I rushed out of the shower and back into my room, but I ignored her. It took some time, but after a while I found the skirt I was looking for. It was a red and black pleated mini skirt and combined it with a black short sleeved blouse and my knee high black boots. Beneath that I wore a red lace bra and matching panties. I hardly ever put on much make up and didn't bother with it today either. The only exception was, when I needed to look very much older than fourteen. A little bit of lip gloss was enough and after putting on my jacket I was ready to go. I put some dollar bills and my phone into my pockets and was already pushing down the door handle, when I heard my mother approach.

"Where do you think you're going, dressed like that? You look like a baby prostitute." My mother looked at me as if I was a filthy whore. God, how I hated her mood as soon as she was sober. Suddenly she pretended to be an honorable mother. Maybe she knew something was keeping my busy and well entertained, because she always started nagging as soon as I was in a good mood.

"That's none of your business." She wouldn't get more of an answer from me today and I swiftly opened the door, left, before she could insult me even more. I wasn't the slut; this was already her title. She didn't like my answer and yelled something after me, but I couldn't hear her clearly enough anymore to hear what she screamed.

Her words hurt, even if I tried to ignore her. I dressed nicer than some other girls who lived in the Narrows. It may have been okay for mother to sell her body for a few bucks, but this wasn't something I'd even consider for a second. At some point my mother had sold her body, not long after father's death. She had been a stripper and most of them did way more than stripping. I hadn't known that at first, not until one of her exes had told me and urged her to do it again, because it was an easy way to get to much money. I don't know and care if she did it again, but I was shocked to find out how far mother had fallen.

I ran down the stair case and tried to banish her from my thoughts and was glad I met nobody on my way outside. The front door was widely open, it often was and all worries fell off me as soon as I was out on the street.
"Good morning, Harley-girl." I turned my head and couldn't believe my eyes, when I found Jerome leaning against the graffiti covered façade, but as soon as he spotted me, he started to walk towards me.
"You're already here!" I stated and overcame the distance between us, threw my arms around him and hugged him tightly. He sighed and reluctantly put an arm around my middle. The other urged my head into the right angle for him to kiss me. How should I ever survive with him gone?

Far too soon he pushed me away. "I'm not too fond of an audience. Let's get going." He pointed his finger up and my gaze followed his, up to one of my flats windows. Oh my God! My mother and Bert were staring down and before she could yell something doubtlessly nasty, Bert pulled her back and closed the window. I opened my mouth to say something, but I couldn't think of anything witty, so I closed it again.

Since I didn't move, Jerome grabbed my hand and pulled me along with him. "I'm sorry, I didn't know she'd be curious enough to watch me leave."

"You seriously need to stop apologizing the whole time."

Again I opened my mouth to apologize, but he gave me a warning glare, before I could speak up again. "I'll try not to. What're your plans for today, J?"

A grin spread on his lips and he let go off my hand, as soon as I walked steadily beside him. "I didn't plan a lot, just hoped that you now a place where we can be alone for a little. Nice skirt by the way."

"Thank you, I hoped you'd like my outfit." I smiled at his compliment. "I know where we could go. It's a little place I retreat to, when I need a little breathing space."

"Why don't you leave your mother? You seem independent enough to get along on your own, even if you aren't near at being eighteen yet." He asked and obviously wanted to continue our conversation from the day before yesterday.

"A friend of mine is living on the streets. She's about my age, maybe a little younger and doing good, but I don't want to life in the constant fear of getting raped or robbed. I need my undisturbed beauty sleep and I'll leave my mother as soon as I saved enough money and find someone willing to rent out an apartment to me." That was my great plan, but I feared it would take a lot of years until I managed that. Maybe I could find some kind of dormitory, if I somehow got into college. It wasn't easy to find a decent flat in Gotham. After all it had to be at least a little safe and most of all affordable.

"At least you have a good plan. I have no idea, what I could do beside the circus crap. You got any further plans, after high school?" He seemed genuinely interested. Most people didn't want to know about what I thought or planned and that made Jerome even more special.

"It's a stupid idea…" I began and wasn't sure if I should tell him about my illusive dreams, because even I knew that I'd most likely end up in Black Gate or even Arkham Asylum, if I put up a believably crazy act.

"Come on. You can tell me, even if I can't promise not to laugh." Even at the very moment he couldn't hide a grin.

"Well. I'll try to get a scholarship for Gothams university… getting a degree and maybe becoming a psychiatrist, but somehow I don't believe it will work." Nobody in school knew how I acquire clothing, food and sometimes shiny stuff I could sell.

He surprised me with only a little bit of chuckling. "So you really do plan to live an honest life? Is stealing already getting boring or too dangerous? Somehow I can't imagine you as a psychiatrist. You are way too blunt and sexy for such a buttoned up career."

"I think it could be an interesting and exciting field, examining crazy people's minds and maybe helping them back into a normal life."

Suddenly he looked at my pitifully. "You think you could change or mother, don't you? But let me tell you something, people like our mothers usually don't want to change. They don't know that what they are doing to the people around them is wrong."

"You can't know that. I am sure that neither my nor your mother is happy with how their life's are progressing." I didn't want to believe my mother was content with her life, but if I was hundred percent honest to myself, I knew that he was right. A few years ago I had stolen some more jewelry and got a lot of money out of it. With that I had tried to convince my mother to buy some new clothes, get a decent job again, so we could move to a nicer flat, but she had preferred to spend my gift on booze, cigarettes and drugs.

"Okay, I guess you are right." I sighed in defeat and let my gaze travel to the pavement.

Swiftly he put an arm around my shoulders and pulled me closer to his side. "Don't be sad. Deep down you already knew all that."

"I do, but a spark of hope makes it easier to live with her."

We needed to drop this topic again, it made me too sad and a bit angry, because no matter about what we talked, it ended with either his or my mother. Before he could push me away again, I put my arm on his back and held him close. I was glad he didn't try to shake me off, I wanted to be close to him as long as he was here.

Just one more block, until we reached the little spot I sometimes retreated to and I couldn't what to finally having him for myself again. We were still in the Narrows, but the setting worsened with each block we passed and slowly the buildings got more and more ruinous.

"We're almost there." I happily said and hoped no one else was there today. Of course I had asked my friends to stay of our hideout today, but they weren't always listening, after all it wasn't exclusively my hideout. If I'd want it to be mine completely I'd have to get a little bit more violent than I was comfortable with, especially when I considered the others my colleagues. All of them were strays, most of them orphans, who refused to stay at the same place for too long, for obvious reasons. It also wasn't my first and only hideout, I wasn't stupid and knew when I had to move. Two times I almost ran into a raid of the police, but I was lucky enough to get away in time.

"Good." I felt his arm moving from my shoulder and wanted to start to protest, when one of his palms landed on my ass and squeezed one of my butt cheeks hard.

"Mistah J!" I objected, but had to giggle so hard at the same time he knew I wasn't angry or offended. "You're a naughty boy."

"I like how you say my name, sweetheart. Every naughty boy needs an even naughtier girl at his side; don't you agree?" He laughed and put his arm back over my shoulders.

"You are so right!" I squealed and smiled up at him.

I could get used to him, even if I shouldn't and was glad when we finally reached the abandoned building we headed to. "Here it is."

Quickly I looked around to see if anybody was around or watching us, before we walked to the back of the building. All entrances and windows of the first and second floor were boarded-up, except for one window. The wooden planks were loose and it was fairly easy to push them aside to get into the former office complex.

"I know it's rather dark, but here and there a bit of light comes through. Your eyes will accustom to the lighting conditions in no time." I grabbed one of his hands and pulled him along. "We just need to climb the stairs to the third floor and then we're there."

My words were met with silence, but he squeezed my hand firmly for a moment and let me take the lead once again. I'd love to know if he would take the lead if it was his neighborhood and not mine. Sometimes he was really dominant and then again he kept silent and let me take over, even if it was for a short amount of time. I am sure, if I provoked him long enough he'd put me in my place, but I enjoyed it way more, when my actions pleased him. The longer I thought about this, it got more and more awkward.

I knew exactly why he wanted to be alone with me and what would happen if we finally would be. Often people thought I was naïve and stupid, simply because I was a tiny blonde, but I knew enough. If I hadn't been side tracked by my thoughts the last time we had been in a rather explicit situation, I'd have let him have his way with me. This left me hoping we wouldn't be interrupted today.

The room I led him too, was on the third floor. It wasn't barricaded or locked, which would only attract other strays to break in and see what treasures I hid in there. No need to say, there weren't any treasures, beside an old leather sofa and a few worn out and stained mattresses. A little window enlightened the room a little through torn see-through curtains.

"Tada." I said and motioned to the old, little room, that once had been an office. I had moved the desk and cabinets out, to have more room, but it was still rather small. "I know it isn't special, but there isn't the slightest chance one of our mothers walking in on us."

Jerome walked over to the leather sofa and let himself fall down. "And solely for this reason it's perfect, sweetheart." His voice was dark, but still full of amusement. A grin was spreading over his face slowly while he was looking at me, watching as I pulled off my jacket and threw it over the backrest of the sofa. "Come here."

There was no way I wouldn't obey him, therefore I moved closer to him and straddled him. "What next?" I asked playfully and felt his cold hands slide over my naked thighs, up beneath my skirt. He stopped slightly under my hipbones and squeezed my flesh hard.

"What do you want me to do next, Harley-girl?" I felt his fingers grabbing the waistband of my panties and pulling at them teasingly.

"Kiss me." My voice was hardly audible, but he didn't need more to close the distance between our lips. My hands roamed over his chest, his shoulders, until one settled in the nape of his neck. For the first time I let my fingers brush through his fire red hair, which was so much softer than I'd ever imagined. In no time his tongue evaded my mouth, mingled with mine and somewhere in the back of my mind I registered, his hands wander to the front of my body. Jerome's palms cupped my breasts and squeezed them not so softly and left me gasping into the kiss. Our lips parted for a second and while I gasped for air, he chuckled lowly and started to undo my blouse. His intense gaze embarrassed me and even if I tried not to look away, I couldn't stop from blushing.

"I love it when your whole face turns scarlet as soon as I start touching you." I felt my cheeks burn and surely they got even redder, after him saying such nice things. As soon as he had my blouse open he brushed it off my shoulders. Reluctantly I let go off his hair and let the piece of fabric fall to the ground. I caught him looking at my almost exposed body, his hands carefully roaming over my flat stomach, reaching my ribcage and halting right before his fingers touched the fabric of my bra. I was watching every movement of him and was surprised when he placed a little peck on the corner of my mouth. His lips didn't linger on mine for long, as he started to lick over my jaw and finally sucking the soft flesh of my neck. I gasped when he started to suck harder, surely leaving marks and at the same time I barely registered his hands swiftly opening the clasp of my bra. I let him peel it off me raised my arms a little to help him a little.

"It's so unfair, you're still fully dressed!" At that Jerome shoved me of his lap rather ruggedly, but he made sure I landed on the sofa spread out before him. I adjusted my legs and watched him crawl between my open legs. Way too slowly for my taste he shrugged out of his west and shirt all at once.

"Better?" He asked and this time it was me, seizing him up. That pants had to disappear too soon. His arms were covered with freckles and his body was slightly toned, must've been the physical work in the circus or maybe he worked out a little.

"A lot better." I managed to answer and lifted a hand to touch his naked chest, but he caught it midair and chuckled wickedly.
"You're quite eager to explore, aren't ya? Go on if you dare." I hesitantly nodded and as soon as he let go off my wrist, I slightly touched his shoulders, let my trembling fingers slide down over his chest. I hadn't touched a guy like this before and finally understood why my mother seemed to love having company. While I explored, he did as well. His hands started low, stroked once again my thighs, up to my hips and then farther up my side until he reached my now bare chest. I shut my eyes in anticipation, wondering how it would feel if he touched them, if it was as amazing as I imagined. But he never did touch me, after some seconds of holding my breath, I heard him laughing.
"Oh my, Harley-girl!" Startled I opened my eyes again and looked at him again. "You're so sweet, so perfect. I can't wait to ruin your flawless skin."

Maybe I should have been scared of him and his threats, but couldn't bring myself to feel something else than admiration and anticipation. I wanted him and I needed him to touch me right now.

"Please, J…"
"Please what?" He smiled innocently at me and refused to touch me any further. "Tell me what you want."

Embarrassment got the better of me and I averted my gaze, looked to the side. He didn't like that were much, put two fingers on my jaw and forced me to look at him again. "Be a good girl and tell me what you want."

I struggled to answer. Under normal circumstances I would have had no problem to be bold and simply say what I wanted, but all this, having him on top of me was so unfamiliar. "I want you to touch me and kiss me, and most of all you got to get rid of those damn pants!" As soon as I had started to talk I couldn't hold back anymore. "What have you done to me? Before meeting you I wasn't even looking twice at boys."

Suddenly he lowered his head and sucked one of my nipples between his lips, groped the other one with a hand and made me shriek. I tensed beneath him and felt an unknown heat rousing in the pit of my stomach. This feeling only intensified when his free hand moved under my skirt and gripped may panties and started to pull them off. He brushed my private parts for a brief moment, but it was enough to get me even more excited. A soft moan escaped my lips as he softly bit into the tender flesh of my mounds.

"Oh my god! Is that you, Harls?!"

I shrieked as I heard this familiar voice and threw my arms around Jerome's shoulders, pushed him closer to me out of shock.

"What the…" muttered Jerome before his face got jammed between my breasts.

"What are you doing here, Cat!" I yelled bewildered and let go off Jerome as soon as he tried to get out of my iron grip. "I told you to stay away today!"

"I… well. Damn it, Harley, I can't talk to you like that!" She motioned to my exposed skin and as soon as Jerome sat up I could see that my panties now where mid-thigh. At least he hadn't completely pulled them off.

"Come on kid, get out. We're busy here." I heard him say, while I pulled my panties back on and snatched my blouse from the ground.

"We can't stay here! Some cops are after me, they caught me stealing some milk for the cats. I thought I managed to get away, but they just entered the building."

"Perfect." Jerome sighed and got off me to put on his shirt again. I didn't bother to get into my bra, simply fastened three buttons of my blouse and threw on my jacket. We luckily hadn't bothered to take off our shoes.

"Let's get going. There is a fire escape in the next room, we can get out safely there. You think you can jump down from the second floor safely, Cat?" I asked even if I knew it was no problem for her. This damn girl always landed on her feet, just like, well… a cat. The stairs of the fire escape got damaged some time ago and it wasn't possible to enter the building on this way anymore. But if you were fit enough it was a perfect exit.

"Stop right there!" Someone yelled behind us, but we already climbed out of the window and stepped onto the metal stairway.

"Speed up a little, Harley!" Jerome urged me forward and we quickly descended, tried to get away, before the cops spotted all three of us. I wouldn't get caught now, because of Cat. She was the first to jump down to the ground and even if I wanted Jerome to jump next, he almost shoved me down first, jumped directly after me. It wasn't too high, I've jumped deeper before, without hurting myself. Cat was already running for the street and cast me an apologizing gaze. "I'm sorry, I didn't know they'd follow me inside. I owe you, Harls!"

With that she was gone and left me alone again with Jerome. We heard someone jumping out onto the metal staircase and he swiftly took my hand, pulled me along with him. "We should go too."

We passed at least two blocks and ran into a backstreet before I was sure, no one followed us. I was panting a little as we finally halted and suddenly found myself thrown against a brick wall. Jerome held my hands in a tight grip above my head and pressed his body against mine. He looked down at me and tried to intimidate me. It wasn't working, not anymore.
"You really are a tease, sweetheart."

"It's not my fault we got interrupted. I'm sorry, J." Well, maybe he intimidated me a little, at least when he looked at me with this intense glare.

"I know, but that doesn't change a thing. What keeps me from fucking you right here in this alley?" He parted my legs with one of his knees and grinned at me. "Tell me, Harley-girl. Are you already wet for me?"
"Please don't J… I don't want it to be like that. At least not at the first time." I pleaded and hoped that he'd understand it. Doing it on the leather couch would have been okay, but here, out in the open? No thanks.

He kissed me hard and briskly, before letting me go again. "Okay. But only because you're a stupid little virgin. I'd love to hurt you a little, but I'll play nice today."
"I thought you'd love to be the one to taint me. Would you prefer it if I get rid of my hymen somewhere else until next time?" I know that these words could get me into serious trouble, but I couldn't hold back anymore.

"Don't you dare, sweetheart. You promised me your first times, don't you ever forget that." An evil grin was plastered over his face and I tried to see it as a good sign. When he was really angry he usually stopped grinning. Before I could reply something, he turned to go, left me standing there, still leaning against the wall. "I've got to go back. The others probably started to pack up already."

"What? I thought we'd have the whole day!"
"Nope. We are leaving in the night, or tomorrow morning at the latest." He waved his hand nonchalantly and looked back for a last time. "Make sure we don't get disturbed next time."

"But… J! I can't wait for another year!" I screamed and ran after him.

His grin only seemed to widen. I hated how he enjoyed to tease me. "Sure you can, Harley-Girl!"


To be continued...


Author Note: Hello! I just wanted to say thank you to Audrey Kasm and Nyx-Arae for commenting. Of course I appreciate all the favourites and follows as well! I am glad some people enjoy this little piece of fanfic. Let me know how you liked the new chapter and I hope to update soon again, but I can't make any promises atm. Finals are approaching... See you soon!