Charlie decided it was best for everyone to head to bed a little early that night. She put Jackson and Chloe to bed around 8, and the older ones stayed up for about another hour and a half, all thinking the same thing but saying nothing of it: How did Curtis know? Oliver took the couch so Jerome and Addison could have the queen sized bed he shared with Jerome. He fell asleep relatively quick despite the scare they had all experienced just a few hours earlier. Jerome and Addison were still wide awake.

"I can't believe I almost lost you again, Jerome," Addison murmured, her head resting on Jeromes chest.

"Yeah... I'm here though. I'm not going anywhere," Jerome assured her, rubbing her back soothingly. Addison tilted her head up slightly and kissed the side of his neck that held the stab wound. She rolled onto her stomach and more or less layed on top of him, kissing his lips passionately, sliding her tongue over his, earning a groan from him. He nipped her lower lip playfully before kissing her jawline and down to her neck, pausing to suck and bite at the spot just under her jaw, making sure to leave a mark. He moved lower and began placing sloppy open mouthed kisses over her breasts, palming them through her shirt. She moaned and grabbed his hair before grinding down on him, causing them both to moan louder. He sat them up and pulled her shirt off, wasting no time in removing her bra as well. He fondled her left breast while sucking and licking at her right nipple, pausing only for Addison to pull his shirt over his head.

"Thought you said wait till the kids weren't home," Jerome panted.

"They're sleeping, doesn't matter," Addison said, moving his head back to her nipple and reaching down to lightly rub the buldge in his pants, making him moan around her nipple. He flipped them over and layed them down so he was on top, and ground his hips into hers, both of them moaning at the much needed friction. She reached down and unbuttoned his pants, sliding down the zipper before pulling out his large, pink, unbearably hard penis.

She started moving her hand up and down in a slow motion, palming his head on every upstroke. He let out a gravelly groan before dropping his head to her shoulder, closing his eyes.

"Fuck, baby," Jerome said, panting as though he'd just run a mile. "Ah... Shit... Just like that baby girl... Fuck," he said, hips involuntarily jerking into her hand. Addison reached up with her free hand and flicked her thumb over his nipple, causing his whole body to jerk. She turned her head to the side and started sucking on his pulse point, while continuing to rub his nipple.

Jerome pulled himself up, straddling her, unable to take her ministrations anymore without cumming. He reached down and undid her pants, pulling them down her legs, doing the same with her panties and revealing her wet heat to him. He groaned at the sight of her... He'd missed her so much. Everything about her. He leaned down without warning and spread her legs with his face before placing a long lick up her slick folds.

"Oh, fuck baby," Addison moaned loudly.

"Shhh baby girl. Kids are sleeping. Don't want 'em to come in her right now do we?"

Addison briefly shook her head before grabbing onto his hair, pushing his face back into her heat. He licked up and down her folds, teasing her and purposely avoiding her clit.

"Ahh... Fuck Jerome..."

Jerome plunged his tongue inside her, letting out a loud groan when she pulled his hair. He licked back up and sucked on her clit, pushing a finger inside her, cock throbbing painfully as she moaned. He moved his finger in and out for a few moments before adding another one, making a 'come here' motion, causing her to gasp and buck her hips against his face. He continued sucking on her clit, licking over it repeatedly, groaning at the taste of her, the vibrations from his voice going straight to her core.

"Shit... J... Im- I'm gonna cum-" she moaned. Jerome moved away from her, taking his pants off the rest of the way before leaning over her, positioning himself at her entrance, rubbing the head of his dick up and down her folds while kissing her lazily. There was nothing rushed about their movements with one another. Jerome slowly pushed inside of her, moving all the way in until his balls pressed against her ass, pausing to give her a chance to get adjusted to him again, after a year of not having anyone inside her. She bucked her hips up, silently telling him to move. He slowly began thrusting in and out of her, moaning loudly into her mouth at the feel of her walls clenching around him. He buried his face in her neck, licking up from her collar bone to her pulse point before resting his forehead in the crook of her neck. She moaned, realizing how much she missed having him make love to her. She thrust her hips up to meet him every time he pushed inside her, taking him in deeper with every thrust.

"Harder, Jerome," Addison begged, Jerome thrusting into her harder and faster, letting out a loud moan into her neck. He moved his right hand up to fondle her breast, supporting himself with the other. He flicked his thumb over her nipple repeatedly, earning himself a loud moan of his name into his ear. He moved his hand lower and began rubbing her clit with his thumb, causing her to cry out loudly and her body to spasm, her orgasm tearing through her from her head to her toes. She heard him letting out short, high pitched whines and felt his cock twitching inside her and knew he was going to cum soon. She reached up and rubbed his nipple again while licking over his sensitive ear and he was done for, crying out her name and shuddering before shooting his load into her, moaning and panting into her neck. He gave a few final thrusts before laying still on top of her, both of them panting and regaining their senses.

After a few minutes Jerome reached down and pulled himself out of her but kept his head buried in her neck, still slightly breathless and feeling like Jello all over.

"Goddamn," he said breathlessly.

Addison reached up and ran her fingers through his hair, basking in the afterglow. If she was being honest, she enjoyed making love with him much more than simply just 'fucking'. She enjoyed being one with him, being able to savor the feeling of him inside her and make him come undone. She loved being the only one to see him in this state of vulnerability... Loved being the only one he trusted to let his walls completely down around. She remembered how much she loved him as he lay there panting with his face in her neck, vulnerable as he could be, trusting her not to hurt him as everyone he'd ever known had done before. She looked down at his back, seeing the angry raised scars across it, some of them over lapping each other. She reached down and ran a finger over one, causing him to flinch slightly.

"Shhhh... Its okay baby," she whispered.

He whimpered and pressed his face further into her neck, as if he had the, "I can't see you so you can't see me," state of mind.

He let her study his scars for a little while longer, feeling slightly uncomfortable, before getting up and pulling some pajama pants on just in case one of the kids came and woke him up in the middle of the night, and threw Addison a pair of his boxers and a T-shirt. They got dressed and Jerome lay down beside her, placing his head on her chest again. 'What is it with him and that spot lately?' She thought. Not that she was complaining, he'd just never done this before and she was curious as to what had changed while he was gone. Maybe he felt safer being held, or maybe it was something as simple as him liking her playing with his hair. She wasn't going to ask, though, out of fear of making him think she didn't want him there.

Jerome decided to take Oliver and the kids over to Curtis' in the morning and figure out how he knew about Jerome. He figured they should also call Kristen tomorrow and stay true on their word to Jim. He'd tell Oliver to call when they woke up and see when she could come talk. He needed help... He knew he didn't feel right. He didn't feel guilty for the things he'd done. He had to force himself not to smile when he thought of the entire city of Gotham trembling in fear at the thought of him. Felt a sense of pride when he thought about his father's last prophecy to him. He knew that wasn't normal. Knew he wasn't normal. But Kristen would fix it. It would be okay. He'd be okay, and so would Charlie, and Oliver, and Jackson and Chloe and Addison. They'd all be okay. He was sure of it.