Hello! Here's chapter 7

Disclaimer: Chris Nolan or DC have not created any of my characters, and vice versa! :P

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Chapter 7

Once they had climbed down from Georgiana's bedroom window, Jack led her down the gravel path towards the large metal gates that guarded Quinn Hall.

Outside of the gates to the left was a black and purple motorbike, Georgiana stopped suddenly as soon as she saw it. Jack walked past her and sat on the leather seat with absolutely no grace whatsoever. He beckoned her over with a curled index finger. "Here" he said as he plonked a black bike helmet into her arms, "you better wear this. The way I drive, you're gonna need it." he said with a devious smile.

"Wonderful." The sarcasm wasn't lost on him, as his smile got even wider.

Georgiana secured the helmet, and got on the back of the motorbike. Jack started the engine and it gave a huge roar as it came to life. "Hold on!" he shouted to her. She had barely put her arms around his waist before the bike had taken off, and rode into the night time that enveloped them like water.

They wound their way around the country roads for a little while until the Gotham city skyline came into their sight. Jack put his foot down, and they went even faster towards Gotham.

Once they were in the city, Georgiana looked up at all the high rise buildings that whooshed past them. They stopped at a set of traffic lights, and Georgiana caught a glimpse of herself in the reflection of a shop window. She didn't recognise the girl in the short skirt, with her arms wrapped around an incredibly hot guy on the back of his motorbike. At that moment, she acutely felt a pang of sheer happiness...and freedom. She held on tighter to Jack, and he turned his head slightly to see if she was ok. She waved 'hello' at him and he grinned.

The lights turned green, and they took off again. They were headed towards the bad end of town, and that made Georgiana a little nervous. Sure enough, they were going over the graffitied bridge that was the main entrance to the Narrows.

The difference was incredible. Gotham City itself was relatively well kept and fairly modern. Here in the Narrows, Georgiana felt almost sorry for the place. You could see it had once been beautiful, the 'old' Gotham, that had been replaced by a younger model. The buildings were run down and decaying due to the lack of care. This place is like Gotham's soul, beaten black and blue by...people like my father, probably. Georgiana mused silently.

They finally stopped at an old building that had a green light hanging outside of it. The door was a large metal one, that Georgiana imagined was what a prison door would look like. Jack parked his bike outside the building and they both hopped off, and before she could stop him, he pulled down her skirt slightly as it had ridden up. She pinched his arm as he did it, and he pouted. "I was being nice!"

Georgiana laughed, and pointed to the door "What is this place?"

"This is...the place." And without any further explanation, he knocked on the door three times.

A little part of the door slid to the side and a pair of eyes looked straight at Jack. He tried to poke them, but the opening slid shut before he could. Suddenly the sounds of bolts and locks being undone echoed through the door, and it swung open from the inside. They walked in, and Georgiana could have sworn the doorman growled at Jack. As they walked down the corridor, they came across a coat check place, where a young woman with a few piercings dotted around her pale face sat behind the counter. Jack turned to face the girl, "Hey J, haven't seen you around for a while" she said in a voice that didn't match her face at all. It was too dark and velvety, but Georgiana found herself quite liking it.

"Yeah I know" he leant himself down on the counter, "anything exciting happen while I've not been around?"

"Donny was looking for you today...about his brother." The girl smirked at that and leant forward "Something about a bank job, and the fact he got whacked during it."

Jack tilted his head to the side "Yeah, he ran into a bullet with his name on it." He wet his lips and turned to Georgiana. "How rude of me! I haven't introduced you! Princess, this is Talia. Talia...Princess." The girl called Talia laughed and went to shake Georgiana's hand, "Enchanted, Princess." Georgiana wasn't entirely sure if they were laughing at her but she decided not to show her unease.

"You too, Talia." She then turned to faced Jack, "Come on sugarballs, you said you'd buy me a drink." Talia threw her head back and howled, while Jack tried to keep a straight face but completely failed. He put his hand on the small of her back and sweetly said 'Arsenic, dear?"

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When they finally entered the bar, Georgiana had never seen anything like it. Subterranean was the best way to describe it, and it was absolutely buzzing with people of all kinds of shapes, sizes, ages and colours. The walls had been painted a deep red, and the lights that gave off a dim glow, were held onto metal rafters that dropped down from the ceiling.

It was a completely alien experience for Georgiana. Jack took a quick look at her face to gauge her reaction, without her noticing. She turned to him and he quickly averted his gaze to the other direction.

"Jack? Are they actually playing Mr. Scruff?" She was so happy. The myriad of parties, functions and benefits that she was forced to attend didn't play music she really liked. The music they played, even though it could be mainstream pop or classical, was always inevitably banal.

"You know, not many people surprise me. But you..." he shook his head, and caught her hand. "Come on." He led her through the throng of people to a booth at the side of the bar. He placed her on the seat and asked if she wanted a drink. She caught his arm and he looked at her in confusion. "What if they ID you?" she whispered. He snorted in response.

"That's what you're scared about? Don't worry about ol' sugarballs, Princess." He cracked his neck, and Georgiana winced a little. "What do you want to drink?"

Her mind went blank. "Gin and tonic?"

"Your wish is my command!" he cried and then strutted off to the bar.

Georgiana looked around, taking in the place. She could see people that were clearly underage, and wondered why they hadn't been refused entry. Maybe they just don't care in this part of town? They'll take the money, no questions asked.

She looked over at Jack at the bar, and saw that a very pretty blonde girl appeared to his left. She was around their age, and was wearing a pair of skin tight jeans and a dark red and black halter top. She touched his arm and he turned his face slightly to look at her. Georgiana could see from his expression that he didn't particularly like the girl; in fact his face was pretty devoid of any emotion. The girl placed her hand on her necklace and started to play with it. She was clearly flirting very heavily with him, and Georgiana continued to watch them from under her eyelashes.

Jack was steadily getting more and more irritated with the girl. Georgiana couldn't believe her eyes, when he took hold of her shoulders, turned her sharply around and gave her a little push away from him. He picked up the drinks that had just been made, and yelled behind him "see ya!" and strode back over to the booth where Georgiana sat.

He sat opposite her, and passed her drink over. She looked at him a like a stunned rabbit. "What. Was. That?"

Jack stopped and said sourly "Just one of my many admirers." Georgiana looked over to where the girl was still standing, who was watching them like a hawk. If looks could kill, then Georgiana would have been six feet under. "Ok..." she said slowly as she turned back to face Jack. He had produced a pack of cards while she had been turned away.

"Do you want to play a game?" he asked her.

"Which one?"

"How about...poker!" he looked at her and patted her hand patronisingly. "Do princesses know how to play poker?"

"Princesses know a lot more than you think." Georgiana said with a sickly sweet smile.

He raised an eyebrow and shuffled the deck.

"Are jokers wild in this game?" She asked him.

He replied very quietly: "They most certainly are." He looked up at her and gave her a shrewd look. "Shall we make the game...a little more interesting?"

"I'm not stripping."

A filthy laugh emitted from his lips "Well, if we can take your mind from out of the gutter...if you don't mind? I meant that we could play, for...information."

Georgiana was wary, "Information about what?"

"About...ourselves."

Well, at least I can find out a little more about him, maybe enough to help.

"Sure. Whoever wins a hand, gets to ask the loser a question...about anything. And the loser has to answer honestly."

Jack pretended to look affronted, putting his hand to his chest and was about to protest his innocence, when he dropped the whole act suddenly. "Yeah OK." He replied. He looked so stupid, Georgiana giggled.

"You are so...weird!"

He leant over the table so his face was about an inch away from hers "You have no idea." And quickly gave her a quick peck on her lips. Georgiana blushed and took a swig of her drink to try and hide her cheeks.

He winked at her and started to deal the cards.

Jack won the first game, and the second, and the third. He had asked her about the most stupid things – what colour was her underwear? Did she like pie? The last question was unusual though. "Who is your least favourite person in the whole wide world?"

Without skipping a heartbeat, she answered "My father." He stopped shuffling the cards for a second, and frowned. He asked without looking at her: "Why?"

"If you want to find out, you'll have to win another game." She answered slowly, enunciating each word clearly.

She felt him looking at her, but she couldn't match his gaze. "I think I'll get another drink, do you want one too?" She started to rise, but he put out his hand to stop her. "I'll get them" he said. He wanted her to look at him, but she just wouldn't. Jack left her to go the bar, and she slumped back into her seat.

Suddenly, Georgiana felt somebody sit beside her. She looked up slap bang into a pair of blue eyes – it was the blonde girl from earlier.

"Who the... fuck do you think you are?" The blonde girl spat the words out.

"I'm sorry?" Georgiana was honestly confused.

"People like you make me want to puke" The blonde girl was coming towards Georgiana, making her slide up the seat until her back hit the wall. "People like you think they're so much better than the rest of us. Well, the fuck you are."

"Look, I really don't know what you're talking about. I'm sorry if something's upset you?" Polite to the bitter end Georgiana...

The blonde girl took hold of Georgiana's arm savagely: "I know who you are Georgiana Quinn." Georgiana fixated on the girl's crazy eyes. She would have been very lovely to look at, but her face was too full of unbridled hatred...and sadness. "I know all about you."

"Who, who are you?" Georgiana whispered.

"Harleeeeyyy." The girl sharply turned to look over her shoulder, and saw Jack had produced a switchblade. Nobody around them batted an eyelid.

Harley let go of Georgiana quickly, and stood up in front of Jack. In a flash, Jack caught her by the throat and brought her very close to his face, "You need to stop...being you." His face took on a whole different expression that Georgiana had never seen on him before. He was absolutely terrifying – she could tell he was mad, but his anger had a darkened edge to it. She almost sensed the animal inside him trying to get out.

"Jack...I...I...need you."

Jack said in the sweetest voice "You need...to put a smile on that face." He squeezed her throat, and Harley started to struggle and gasp.

Georgiana got up and rushed forward. She gently touched his forearm, he immediately flinched. He turned and looked at Georgiana as though he had just realised she was there too.

"Jack, please let her go." Georgiana looked into his eyes desperately. His expression transformed slowly from demonic to a dull frown. Time was at a stand still as they looked into each other's eyes. He pushed Harley back towards the wall. She collided with it and simply looked back at him with complete devotion.

Jack grabbed Georgiana's hand and pulled her through the crowd of people. "Where are we going?" She yelled.

"For a walk", was his taciturn response. They made their way out of the bar and crossed the street. He stopped and twirled to face her. "Let me see your arm."

Georgiana showed him her arm that Harley had grabbed so roughly. He touched the red mark softly, "Do you think I'll survive?" she asked him.

He just stroked it in response. "Jack, please tell me. What the hell just happened?"

Jack sighed, and pinched the bridge of his nose with his thumb and forefinger. "Harley is a girl, who kinda has a 'thing' for me."

"I think that's the understatement of the century." Jack snorted, "She was saying how she knew aaaall about me." Georgiana said sarcastically.

Jack looked down at her, "She would do. She works for Falcone too."

Georgiana was shocked. "What does she do for him?" Jack paused, and looked to the ground. "She's an all-rounder. She's a thief, a liar, a messenger...a killer."

Her mouth almost hit the floor. "That girl in there?" she pointed back to the bar. "The one that would look like a normal high school student, if she hadn't have been foaming at the mouth?"

"The very same."

"Are you a killer?"

A steel glaze came over his eyes when she asked that. "You gotta do...what you gotta do."

Before she could stop the words from tumbling out of her mouth, she whispered: "What is it like?"

Jack's pupils dilated as he brought himself closer to her. He slid his hand around her waist slowly and brought his lips tantalisingly close to hers. He was so close she could feel his heart beating.

"It's like...all of the knowledge you could ever dream of." His forehead touched hers. "You see what's in a person's soul in those final moments." He kissed her then with a ferocity that took her breath away.

As people came out of the bar, they spotted the couple across the street, and whistled at them. It made no difference to Jack and Georgiana. It was though a charge of electricity was connecting them. They were so caught up in the moment that they had no idea that that they were being observed very quietly, by Freddie Lawrence.

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I'm so sorry that my kissing scene was a bit crappy! I always find that kind of thing so tough to write!

Also, I had to put a mention in for Mr. Scruff as he's so funky

Hope you liked the chapter! xx