Jonathan Crane- Chapter Seven Day Off... Or Not.
~~ "I found out that you're a damn good kisser!" I say before kissing him again. ~~
That night Jonathan spent the night in my room. We didn't do anything, just talked. It was weird, being close to someone. The closest I had ever been with someone was when I was killing them or cradling their dead body. But it was nice. I like being with Jonathan, he keeps me grounded.
"What are you thinking about?" Jon whispers in my ear, his arms securely wrapped around my waist as we lay in bed together.
I turn to face him and look into his bright blue eyes. "You."
He raises an eyebrow at me. I slap him playfully. "Don't give me that look Jon! I'm not good with this whole emotion thing! Gimme some credit!"
Jonathan laughs lightly before kissing me and getting out of the bed, fully dressed in his clothes from last night.
"So what's the plan for today?" He asks me as he fixes his tie.
"Well.. I was thinking we could have a day off today. Then tomorrow, the usual." I say as I get out of bed with Jonathan's old shirt still on.
"The usual?"
"Yeah you know, Terrorize Gotham." I say as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.
"Ah, the usual."
I nod and make my way to the kitchen and pour a cup of coffee for both me and Jonathan. He walks in after me and gratefully takes the coffee. Silence fills the air while we drink, but it isn't an awkward silence. It's comfortable. Jonathan puts his cup down and moves next to me, placing an arm around my waist and pulling me to his side. I giggle and place my coffee on the bench.
"May I help you Dr Crane?" I say cheekily.
"As a matter of fact, you can." He says as he pulls me in front of him so Im leaning on him completely.
I wrap my arms around his neck. "And uh, how can I help exactly?"
but before Jonathan can answer the phone starts ringing. "Ignore it." I command before I press my lips against his.
The phone stops ringing after a couple seconds but begins ringing again straight after.
I groan and pull away from Jonathan. "God dammit."
I pick up the phone. "What?" i growl.
"Boss, come to the hideout now." Evan stutters.
"You don't get to give me orders Evan, now if you have a fucking good reason for calling I suggest you tell me now before I blow your head off." I growl.
There's no answer but I can hear someone yelling orders on the other end. There's a lot of static until someone else picks the phone up.
"Well that isn't any way to uh, treat your goons is it Miss-ah Fortune?" A high, clown like laugh errupts from the person.
"What do you want Joker?" I growl.
"You and uh, Jonny boy are going to meet me at your Hideout. Ya know, things to uh, discuss." He says.
"Meet me here in an hour." Joker says before hanging up.
I sigh and turn to Jonathan. "Looks like there won't be a day off for us today Jon. Get ready. We're going out."
