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Chapter 11

The sound of sirens sliced through the evening air like knives. Once again she was sat on the bench that Jack originally placed her on; Georgiana hummed a little song to herself. The notes of 'Dream a Little Dream of Me' slowly drifted from her mouth as she watched the Police crash through Arkham's entrance.

She was still humming when they secured the hallway, and brought the medical team in. Georgiana brought her head up, which now felt like a lead weight as the sheer exhaustion hit her, and glimpsed the guests still in the main hall. They were laughing and cackling so hard, she thought they were going to hack up their lungs. The laughing gas was so potent that it appeared to paralyse them, yet their faces were able to contort into crazy laughing masks. Jack, you are a man of many talents, Georgiana wearily thought to herself.

A policeman walked calmly over to her and knelt down beside her. "Ma'am, I'm Detective Murphy. I'm gonna get you seen by the medics in just a moment. Are you OK to talk to me for a minute?"

Georgiana slowly nodded at Detective Murphy. She took in his appearance and saw he looked to be in his mid thirties but had already started to show signs of grey in his chestnut hair. He ran a hand over his face, and then retrieved a note book and pen from his jacket pocket. "Alright, can I take your name and age ma'am?"

"Georgiana Quinn. Seventeen." She replied quietly.

He jotted it down. "Were you here on your own?"

"No, I came with Frederick Lawrence." Murphy looked sharply up at her.

"The senator's son?" Georgiana nodded at him in response.

He was scribbling once more in his notepad. "Can you tell me what happened?"

"Well I passed out for a little bit, but I remember that there were people dressed as clowns."

"Clowns?" Murphy gave her a peculiar look.

"The people who ambushed the benefit were wearing clown masks." Georgiana sighed and held her cool hand on her forehead. "They had us all in the main hall just over there, and they all had guns."

"Did they steal anything? Money? Jewellery?"

"They stole a patient."

Murphy swore quietly under his breath and shook his head. "How did you get out here ma'am?"

Georgiana moved her hand from her forehead and covered her eyes. The action comforted her as she tried to think of a convincing lie to tell Detective Murphy. She wasn't brave enough to look him in the eyes.

"I'm afraid, I'm not quite sure. One minute I'm inside the hall, the next I'm outside."

"Are you hurt?" Her hand slipped down, over her nose and mouth and stopped at the heart pendant round her neck.

"I'm feeling much better, thank you." Georgiana's eyes flickered to his note pad scribbling and softly said: "You should have been a doctor."

Murphy looked puzzled, "Uh, why do you say that ma'am?"

"Because your handwriting is truly terrible."

The detective looked a little stunned by her statement, but his expression seemed to soften into a smile. "Always knew I was in the wrong line of work." He murmured.

"Detective I would like to go home if that's alright? I just want to leave." She was staring at the hall entrance where she could see guests being wheeled out on stretchers, laughing and hooting hysterically.

Murphy looked sympathetically up at Georgiana. He slowly stood up: "I would rather you just get checked out first before you go home. " he said softly, "Do you have anyone you can call to come get you?"

"My father works very odd hours, but I can get a cab."

"No, no...I'll get someone to drive you home," He searched behind him, and his eyes alighted on a young police officer in full Gotham City PD uniform, "Blake! Can you come over here?"

Blake jogged over to his superior officer. "This is Officer John Blake, give him your address and he'll take you home." Murphy turned to Blake and whispered to him, "Her name's Georgiana Quinn. Get her checked out by the medics first." Murphy left them alone, and Georgiana glanced up into Officer Blake's honest looking face, "Hello Officer Blake." She stated cooly, "Please take me home, I'm perfectly fine." Blake replied cautiously, "I don't mean to be rude ma'am, but you look like you've gone a few rounds with Mike Tyson. You should get checked out."

Georgiana rose up regally and brushed past the young officer. He frowned at her "Where are you going?"

"I'm going to call a cab"

"You can't...you..."

Georgiana cut him off abruptly, "Am I under arrest?"

Blake looked abashed, "Well, no ma'am..."

"Then I am within my right to leave, am I not?" Oh Miss Marlow, your lessons on elocution and being a snotty little bitch sure did come in handy, Georgiana thought inwardly. She figured she must look like a fallen warrior queen who was trying her upmost to keep her dignity.

Blake put his hands out to stop her: "Jesus, OK, OK! Look I'll take you home. OK?" Georgiana smiled and her narrowed eyes danced with delight.

"Super."

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Once she had been dropped off by Blake, it was around midnight. Georgiana felt like a zombie as she trudged up the staircase, her hand gliding along the smooth alabaster stone hand rail. She took off her pretty shoes when she reached the top and carried them as she crossed the short distance to her room. Her gown trailed behind her and made a slight rustling sound on the wooden floorboards, but when she approached her father's study she gathered up her skirt, so she minimized the noise. He wasn't in there, but Georgiana was always quiet outside his study purely from habit.

Opening the door to her bedroom, it was pitch black. Georgiana could make out a little bedside lamp and turned it on. The light illuminated the room in more ways than one.

Jack was curled up in her large Louis XV armchair, with his boots carelessly thrown in front of him, fast asleep. His dark clothing clashed with the gentle cream fabric of the chair, but Georgiana found the bizarre mix very alluring.

She moved to the full length mirror and finally saw the damage. Her face, neck and chest were covered in deep, angry red and purple marks. She raised her hands in front of her face, and saw where she had been bound had now also turned a light purple. Georgiana was mesmerized by her new look. Memories of Freddie hurting her burst into her mind, and she immediately began to fall backwards as the thoughts swam throughout her soul, only for her to be caught mid air.

"Jack...Jack..." She buried her head into his shoulder and wept her heart out. He stroked her hair gently, but soon began to manoeuvre her to the en-suite bathroom. She wasn't completely aware of what was going on, she noticed she was being placed on the counter next to the bathroom sink, and the sound of rushing water filled her ears.

Her legs dangled lifelessly as she lowered her head backwards against the mirrored wall. Jack was looking through her bathroom cabinets and came back with a bottle of some description and cotton wool balls. He applied the lotion to the wool and carefully daubed her face.

"What did you do to him?"

Jack was silent and carried on dabbing her face. She once again saw the internal struggle inside of him: the raging beast that was begging to burst out and revel in his devious deeds.

Georgiana touched his hand gently, "I won't be mad...what did you do to him?"

Jack's eyes now looked black, "I taught him a lesson I'm pretty sure he won't forget."

Georgiana's breathing halted, "Is he dead?"

"How can he not forget something, if he's dead? " His grin appeared but he looked anything but happy.

Georgiana looked at Jack and tilted her head, "Good. I hope he doesn't forget."

Jack touched her lips gently, "Oh princess, I can guarantee that he won't. You'll find out soon enough."

A silence fell between them for a moment as the words sank in.

"Tell me what happened." Jack said in a low voice.

Georgiana sighed and closed her eyes, "He took me into a doctor's office. I told him I didn't like him. He got mad, told me he saw us kissing in the Narrows...then he tried to rape me." She recounted the story like she was running off a list of groceries.

Jack, out of the blue, punched the mirror and it shattered into a web of shards on the right side. Georgiana barely even flinched; she was no longer frightened by any act of violence that Jack committed anymore. Nothing frightens me that much anymore...In fact she was completely overwhelmed with wanting him.

She leant forward and grabbed his face to kiss him. His bloodied hand reached up and caressed her face. The red liquid made little patterns on her white skin as he kissed her fiercely.

"Please don't leave me tonight." She breathed in between their kiss.

He leaned back a little and looked down at her with a wolfish expression: "I wouldn't dream of it."

Jack lifted Georgiana down from the counter and they walked back into the bedroom. He sat on the edge of the bed and pulled Georgiana to him. She ran her fingers through his longish blonde hair and he closed his eyes at the feeling, and he looked like he was in heaven.

Georgiana walked away and stood a little in front of him. She unzipped her dress at the side and delicately stepped out it. Standing in front of him in only her underwear, she slowly removed her bra and panties while he watched her. Georgiana was completely naked and walked towards him.

"Don't you need to get undressed too?" She asked innocently. Jack had a predatory gleam in his eye as he answered: "All in good time princess." He tantalizingly traced a finger down from her neck, all the way down to her belly, which made Georgiana shiver in delight. He pulled her down on the bed, and climbed on top of her fairly skilfully. She felt the course fabric of his clothing scratch against her soft body, which only heightened her senses. Slowly he lowered his face to catch her mouth in another passionate kiss while his hands gently caressed and touched her. Georgiana's arms wrapped around his neck and her legs spread a little wider, she felt his hardness pressing up against her belly. The friction from his jeans against her clitoris was very pleasurable, and it became even more enflamed than it already was.

He broke the kiss and started to feather kisses all down her body, nipping her nipples with his teeth which made her moan and squirm. He reached her pussy, and spread her legs wider. Georgiana looked down at him, and he could see her flushed cheeks and worried eyes. "Trust me" He said softly, "you're gonna love it." With that, he gripped her outer thighs and lowered himself down.

She didn't dare look at what he was doing. Georgiana had never experienced anything like this before, but the mixture of apprehension and sensory delight was an addictive combination to her. Feelings of pleasure built up in her lower areas as Jack kissed and licked; she had obviously masturbated before and given herself orgasms, but it had never, ever felt this good. Gripping the bed sheets, Georgiana felt herself getting closer and closer to the edge until she could feel a surge so strong, her lower body actually lifted off the bed. She tried to cover her moans with her hand, but to be honest she was doing a pretty poor job of concealing her utter joy.

As she lay sprawled on the bed in a little orgasmic daze, Jack peeled off his own clothes. She could make out his toned, lithe body as he came back to her. She saw he had a few battle scars already; knife injuries there, the odd bullet wound here, but she loved every single one of them. He lay on top of her now and looked into her eyes. She felt him positioning himself at her entrance, and he said gently: "I'm not gonna lie to you, this is gonna hurt a little. But...it get's nice after a while." She put her hands on his shoulders and simply smiled: "Good" she laughed.

Jack eased himself into her and Georgiana felt her tense walls open to welcome him in. Georgiana couldn't quite believe this was happening, but was so happy it was with Jack and not with Freddie. It felt so right. Jack hit her tough little hymen, but with a harsh thrust, she wasn't a virgin anymore.

They carried on making love, bonding together like two lost souls that had finally found each other. But something else had changed between them in their unusual relationship, it was as if they were connected completely now. She belonged to him, and he belonged to her.

When they had finished, they lay together entangled in each other's arms in a post-coital euphoria.

"Have you...done it ...a lot?" Georgiana asked him nervously.

Jack looked down at her and grinned, "Well, I have done it before... but it wasn't like this."

Georgiana nodded to say she understood, and quickly found her eyelids drooping. The last thing she heard was Jack's constant breathing.

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The telephone ring scared Georgiana half to death. She jerked violently and clasped her hand out to reach it.

"Uh, hello?" she answered groggily.

"Georgie! Are you OK? You're like a magnet for trouble!" Charlotte's excitable voice travelled to her ear.

"Yeah..yes...I'm fine. Are you? What time is it?"

Jack stirred by her side "Tell them to fuck off." He grumbled and turned over.

"It's like 11am...who's in the background?

"Just a...loud mouth delivery guy downstairs." She winced as Jack pinched her and mouthed "How very dare you." He lay back down, face deep in the pillow. "Where were you last night? I tried looking for you..."

"My mom said she had a headache and didn't want to go. To be honest I think she took too much diazepam." Georgiana could sense Charlotte rolling her eyes, "I just wanted to make sure you were OK though...Freddie seemed to have received some 'special' attention from those clown guys last night..."

Georgiana sat up and covered herself with the sheets. "What happened to him?"

"They found him...naked...tied up...and in a gay brothel." Charlotte sputtered as the hilarious truth came out.

Georgiana's mouth dropped. She looked over at Jack "Are you serious?"

"I am DEADLY serious! The cops delivered him this morning after the brothel was busted..."

Georgiana fist pumped the air, "What a way to start the day, thank you Charlotte!"

"Anytime Georgie. Do you want to meet up later?"

After they had finished the call, Georgie stroked Jack's hair and said in a child-like way: "Aw, puddin' – you sure do the nicest things for me."

Jack looked eagle-eyed at her and smirked.