"Give it a try, doll, a little risk isn't going to kill you."

You were standing in front of Jerome, watching as he placed a single round in a chamber of the revolver then spun the cylinder while humming with a devilish smirk across his face. You knew how much he loved games, and that he was crazy so it was no surprise to you that something like this would be a considered a pastime to him.

"There's only a one in six chance that it'll blow your brains out, so the odds are in your favor," he said proudly, handing you the gun that you reluctantly accepted.

"Was that supposed to comfort me?" you sassed, your eyebrows furrowed. "Jerome, this is insane," you added, lower lip caught between your teeth.

"It's a lot of fun, gets your heart pumping," he explained. "You seem to like fun lately, what's it going to take for you to give it a shot?" he guffawed at his own joke, and you rolled your eyes at that.

"A one in six chance is still scary, what if-"

"How about I'll lay one on you," he trailed off as he took a step towards you, his hand stroking underneath your chin before he tilted it upwards to meet his gaze, lips hovering just barely above yours before he added, "if you do what I say."

"For a kiss? That's all you got for me?" you challenged, half playfully. He merely stared back at you with his piercing eyes, as if he was just waiting for you to do as he said. He didn't kiss you as much as you would have liked him to, now that you thought about it. Not nearly as much as he fucked you into oblivion. After a long moment, you heaved a sigh and gestured him to move back from you with your hand.

You didn't know what had compelled you as you rose the gun up until the muzzle pressed against your head. Your heart thumped wildly in your chest, swallowing thickly in preparation for what was to come. Somehow he could get you to do everything he asked (or ordered) purely for the excitement it brought, the rush it gave you, the exhilaration of being with a criminal. You hooked a single finger around the trigger before shutting your eyes.

Click.

You opened your eyes when nothing happened and burst out laughing in relief, making the ginger join in on your merriment.

"That's my girl, and as promised," he reached forward to take the gun for you and then wrapped an arm around your waist before he pulled you tight to his chest and locked lips with yours, noses bumping in the rush of it. The moment his lips crushed upon yours, you felt your whole body heat up as you melted against him.

The kiss was possessive and almost needy, mouths molding together, hot breaths mingling in the heated frenzy. He had a hand buried in the hair at the nape of your neck, tugging slightly and sending little shocks of pleasure down your spine. You opened your mouth to allow his tongue to slide along yours and couldn't suppress the moan that escaped.

Click.

You jerked away the second you heard that sound again, eyes snapping wide open in surprise. He was grinning dangerously wide in amusement as he whipped the gun away from your head. You covered your mouth with a hand, in shock.

"Two times, impressive," he hummed before a boisterous laugh spilled out.

"Jerome!" you exclaimed, hissing before smacking him on his chest.

"You should have seen the look on your face!" he mocked with another laugh, finding your shocked expression to be humorous. "It's all in good fun, dollface, don't be so dramatic."

"Stop picking on her, ginger," Tabitha chimed in, walking past you two and grabbing a snack once she reached the dining table. Jerome rolled his eyes at that.

"Don't do that again. Once was enough, you fucker," you whined, looking back at him with a glower marring your features. "Thanks, Tabs."

"Aw, don't be angry at me," he said, somewhat sympathetically. He cupped your cheek in his hand, eyes focusing on you with a look that was strangely soft and tender. He stroked your skin with his long fingers, and you inched closer to his touch despite yourself, shutting your eyes as you breathed a sigh. "All irony aside, you certainly are to die for, doll," he purred.

"You can be such an asshole sometimes," you replied with a puff of a laugh.

"Hm, you love it," he chirped. "Who knew you could be so brave," he added, caressing your skin a lingering moment longer before he pulled it away and grasped your hand. "C'mon, there's something I wanna show you."

"Run while you still can, while your body's still intact," she warned in a deadpan tone when she walked right by you.

You didn't know how to explain it, if it was even possible to find the right words. Didn't matter, there was no turning back now.

You found yourself forgetting who he was with you were with him, or that you didn't care, you didn't think you could distinguish between the two anymore. You realized that you didn't want to go back home, you wanted to stay with him. You didn't miss your old life, your parents' overprotectiveness, or even your friends back at school, nothing. This was where you wanted to be, with him.

There was always a danger, a risk, though it didn't seem to matter, or maybe that was what enticed you, that was the thrill to it. You figured it was probably a waste of time thinking too deep into things. You weren't sure how much time had passed since you had been living here, time flew by, and there was nothing holding you down. You let him keep your phone because everything you wanted to avoid was on it.

He showered you with gifts, ones that you knew he stole, but it was the thought that counted, and all you cared about was that he was giving them to you. You more than happily wore the tiaras and crowns as well as the dresses that he brought back to you, and he was always sure to tell you just how gorgeous you looked with them on. He didn't want to kill you, no, if he wanted to, he would have done so a while ago.

He's had every chance to when you let your guard down at night, falling into a deep slumber on his bed, or any of the several times he fucked you senseless. Sometimes you half-expected it would come, that maybe he would grow bored of you or just kick you to the curve simply because he felt like it or the billionaire told him to. There was no telling what he would do, even when you thought you had him figured out, he surprised you. He kept you on your toes, that was for sure.

What surprised you most was just how affectionate he could be at times, like how he would stick around for cuddle sessions or bring you breakfast in bed because he knew you didn't want to be around the others. Things were nice, somehow, as nice as they could be, you figured. You didn't know what this 'relationship' was, but you didn't want to question it or overthink it, what was important was that he wanted you, of all people, he thought you were special. It wasn't sunshine and rainbows, but it was something.

It's not just sex. It's not just his hot breath in your ear or his low growl when he gets really into it. He strips you of your defenses and pins you down and then you don't mind to be defeated by him. You begin to wonder if it's always meant to be like this. Maybe you can never overcome him.

Maybe you were dead wrong, and all you are to him is just a toy for his own personal amusement when he's bored, but it didn't feel like that. There was something more. There was something between you two that no one would be able to understand, something that Gotham would never see, hell you didn't even understand it yourself. You're not sure what to do, how to stop it, because this isn't love. It's an obsession, something that consumed you whole.

You felt so dependent on him, the attention he gives you, and you loathe it, because this wasn't who you are. It's unfamiliar and sickening, yet you can't help it, you're not sure if you even want to be helped or for it to stop.

When he wasn't wreaking havoc on the city, creating chaos for his own enjoyment, he was spending time here with you. That meant something. It made you realize that just maybe he cared. It's lonely when he's not around, like something is missing from your life.

His presence is what you crave, his absence is what occupies your mind. You want to play it off as an entirely physical thing, but the lines are smudged and bleeding into each other, and you thought about laying bare your soul at least once or twice or more, that was something you couldn't deny. It's not that you actually trust him, but you want to, and that was fucked up enough in its own way.

He guided you into another room with a firm grip on your hand, and the gesture made your heart swell up in your chest. He kicked the door shut behind him when you two entered the spacious room with a desk in the middle of it, in front of the floor-length windows and the beaming sun lighting up the place.

"Isn't this Theo's room?" you asked after looking about the place for a few moments, looking back to see a wicked grin on the ginger's face.

"Yes exactly, it's the only place we haven't 'tainted'," he replied, much emphasis on that last word. "He's out right now for some important, fancy rich billionaire business," he punctuated his statement by gesticulating quotation marks with his fingers.

You smiled proudly as you stepped over to the desk, "Sounds like a plan," you answered.

You were quick to spot the telephone on the desk, thinking back to how long it had been since you heard your father's voice and how worried he must be at this very moment. You figured your face was all over the news, you were sure of it, but you couldn't bring yourself to check. You avoided the news altogether.

You wondered how this was affecting your friends, if they missed you at all. You could perfectly capture the frown on Leslie's face right now, the tears streaming down her face, how she must be doing whatever she could to help Jim in his mission to get you back home.

"Thinking about calling Mommy and Daddy?" he asked as he stood next to you, his tone oddly empathetic, shaking you from your thoughts.

"No," you answered with a shake of your head. "I don't know what I would say to them."

"Fair enough. So even if I said you had permission you still wouldn't want to?" he questioned, cocking his head to the side with a genuinely curious look in his eyes.

"Still no," you affirmed. "They would try to find out where I am, beg me to tell them, and well, we can't have that, now can we?"

Somehow, his Cheshire cat grin grew wider at that. "No, we can't."

He seemed to be pleased with your answer, and in an instant he pulled you to the side of the desk where your skin dug into the lip of it. He shoved your head face-first against the cool surface of the wood, making you involuntarily wince when your breasts compressed into it.

Jerome started stroking your hair with spidery touches that sent shivers down your spine, leaning down to plant a kiss to your ear, his chest meeting your back. He murmured hoarsely, "So, you rather stay here then go back home to Mommy and Daddy? Why?"

"Because I wouldn't be here with you, this is where I want to be," you whispered back, moving your head so your cheek was planted firmly against the desk. Your heart was fluttering madly in your chest, threatening to climb up your throat. "If you're not there, I don't want to go back."

"Hm, good answer," he answered with a chuckle. He leaned back a little and reached under the skirt of your dress, sparks of electricity coursing through your veins as your body lit up under each stroke and press of his fingers. "Don't you worry, you're staying with me," he told you, your fingers curled tightly around the sides of the desk, to keep you steady, but every inch of you felt as though it were melting at those words, tension coiling and tugging at you with an insistence impossible to ignore. "You're not going anywhere."

You swallowed hard. He continued spreading feathery kisses across your ear, then down to your jaw, pressing his lips upon the marks that were covering your neck, making your shoulders roll back as the prickling sensation washed over you. Then he pulled away completely, his hand tugging at the neckline of your dress and tearing it down, the noise resounding across the walls in the room, the suddenness of it making you gasp.

He hummed appreciatively when your bare flesh was exposed, chuckling to himself once it was revealed that you weren't wearing anything underneath.

"My, my, my," he jested, a laugh spilling straight from his throat. He pulled the dress down the rest of the way and you were quick to step out of it. "You make it so hard to resist you, sometimes, you know?" he said, tone laced heavily with amusement. "Don't know what I would do without you, dollface," he added with a silky purr, his reverent eyes soaking in the sight of your bare body.

He bent his head down and sealed his lips around the side of your neck before he started kissing his way down your backside, moving lower and lower at a painstakingly slow pace, teasing you so much that you couldn't help but inch closer to him. The wet scattering kisses made your body shiver and press down harder against the desk, soft moans pouring from your mouth as you relaxed and your eyes drifted shut. He inhaled the scent of you like he was going to consume you.

"Ass up," he instructed, and you immediately complied. A dangerously wide smirk pulling at his lips once you did. You could feel his unwavering gaze upon your pliant, submissive body, and it almost made you uneasy, so exposed and helpless before him.

His hand abruptly came down and struck your ass, giving you no warning so you couldn't prepare for it. The stinging sensation spread over your entire body as you supported your upper body weight on your fingers and palms. Then it came again, harder this time. You heard the slap before you felt it, and how quick the heat bloomed across your skin. You hissed on your inhale and exhaled with a please 'ah'.

The next slap landed on your left, his hand stroking the cheek to possibly soothe the ache before he swung at it again. He slapped here again and again, making you jerk forward as you clenched your muscles and cried out every time.

"You're bad, really bad," he growled out, his voice a deep baritone. "You asked for this, doll," he whispered. A shudder went through you at the low growl of his voice, the sheer lust that laced his syllables made you burn up. His hand caressed the sensitive skin, fondling the cheek and allowing his touch to alleviate some of the pain, then his fingers dug into your flesh, making you emit a yelp, nails dragging down in torturous movements.

"Oh god," you huffed out, drawing in a ragged breath, your head spinning.

"You know, just Jerome works," he taunted with a chuckle, and you uttered a breathless laugh in response. You could hear his clothes falling to the floor, and the sound as each piece joined the pile held so much promise, you just wanted to feel him against you, for him to give you everything.

A kiss to your lower back was followed by a long lick down, making you shiver as your fingers held onto the desk in anticipation. Dropping down to his knees, he started peppering gentle, lingering kisses upon your ass cheeks, his hot breath ghosting over the skin. Then he pulled your ample cheeks apart, exposing the puckered hole to his lusty eyes. His tongue slid all the way down, slipping forward and giving a quick lap to your folds before drifting back up, this time settling hungrily at your pucker, where he gave you a couple of wet kisses as he kneaded the flesh of your cheeks.

Your ass was so receptive to his touch, and your hole clenched a little once you felt his tongue wiggled against it, trying to ease its way into you. Your eyes snapped open, and you cursed under your breath as that skilled tongue slid up and down in languid motions. You never did anything like this before, but with him, it seemed like he could make anything sound tempting.

You wanted this, needed it, and he merely pressed a little harder, prying your entrance looser with his tongue against all your resistance. Feeling his tongue slithering around inside your ass, getting it wet and easing it down in preparation for his member was agonizing, though pleasurable enough to keep you going, for now.

You pressed against the desk, moaning and squirming a little as you soaked in the frustrating bliss his tongue offered. It felt so good, but you needed more, a lot more. You spread your legs out wider involuntarily, rocking your hips forward in an attempt to get him that much closer. He knew how aroused you were, but he always got a kick of taunting you over it, pushing you over the edge enough until you were begging, and a writhing, filthy mess for him.

Everything was just a game to him, and somehow he always knew how to win, how to get his way. His tongue worked its way slowly up from the very bottom of your moist slit all the way along to the small of your back then down again.

He was sure to give your cheek one hard slap before he released it, making it jiggle with the impact. He reached down between your legs, rubbing a single digit gently along your sex, your lips puffy and soft, and completely soaked. Your juices were leaking down your thighs in an expression of utter need and lust, which drove him to lick and kiss your ass more vigorously as he snickered. His laughter was such mockery as his finger was pulled away, leaving you whimpering in protest because that little bit of sensation along your folds had fired you up even more.

"You like that, huh? Anyone ever played with your gorgeous ass like this before, doll?" he taunted, nibbling at just the right places as his other hand teased fingers along your rim now, slightly parted by his tongue and making a sweet little entrance to circle around.

"No," you croaked out around a heavy breath, "just you."

"And we're going to keep it that way, that's for damn sure," he barked out in a threatening tone. "Only I get to play with you like this, otherwise you're tainted, and I have no use for you," he spat, and you could hardly register what he was saying when another slap came down to your cheek, making you quiver violently with the jolt. He buried his face back into your crease, fingers and tongue working in tandem along your parted entrance. You were becoming dizzy with the overwhelming need for him to take you, and you didn't know how much more of this delicious pleasure you could take.

"Yeah, whatever you want," you breathed. Your body squirmed and moved in time with the way his tongue circled around your rim in a predatory fashion, fingers scissoring apart inside of you to help pry you open a little more and ready you for what was to come. "Jerome, no more teasing, I can't take it," you begged, barely managing to get the words out.

"What are the magic words?" he teased, giving another harsh slap to your cheek as he reveled in keeping you so needy and completely open before him. He loved hearing you beg until you were screaming everything you wanted from him.

"Fuck me, Daddy. Please, pretty please," you pleaded in stutters.

"Good girl."

Before he pulled his lips away, he spit onto your stretched hole, letting the thick globule of saliva linger on your rim as he pulled up to his feet and decided you waited long enough. He wasted no time in sinking his member into your ass, though not as fast or hard as you clearly needed. Instead, he fed his member in slowly, steadily, making you whine and writhe against the desk. A wide grin threatened to break out over his face; he was having too much fun taking it slow and torturing you like this because he knew it was the exact opposite of what you wanted.

He savored just how tight and warm you felt, how you wrapped so eagerly around his member, and stretched to accommodate his swollen shaft. Your blood was boiling hot in your veins as you clenched down needily on the length of him. Your wetness was running down your legs steadily, and he was moving slowly, taking his sweet time with you regardless of your whining, your pleas, it still didn't stop him from taunting you.

"Tell me how you want it, say it, don't make me tell you again," he rasped, the words coming straight from his throat.

"Please fuck me hard, please, I - I need your big cock, Daddy, I'm dripping," you implored.

And finally, he had enough of his little game, although given that his first move was to pull out of your ass, you weren't expecting much. You thought maybe he would start finger-fucking you somewhere instead, just to prolong your suffering, but that low expectation only made it even more stimulating when his body lifted up off of you, one hand grabbing your hip and the other taking a handful of hair as he shoved himself into your sex with all the strength and fire you had been so needy for.

His thrusts instantly became frantic, the tugging on your scalp making you inevitably keen. The noisy, lewd sound of flesh slapping against flesh quickly filled the room, entangling itself in your moans and grunts. He growled at the feeling of your slick, velvety walls of your sex squeezing him, and gripped harder on your hip until you were sure that his nails broke the skin, clawing and scratching away as he plunged deep into your soaked entrance.

"Fucking whore, yeah that's exactly what you are, but you're my whore, my little bitch, no one else's," he spat out. "All mine, you hear me? I'll make you scream, make you beg. Make you nothing, all you'll be is mine. My little whore."

"Yes, yes, yes," you repeated breathlessly, reveling in the way he exerted his dominance over you. After a few more wild pumps of his hips, he pulled back out, slamming his cock back into your ass. You hadn't grown much tighter again in its absence, and he was quick to start hammering away. Your cheeks bounced with each thrust, the hand on your hip squeezing deliciously tight as he sharply tugged on your hair, eliciting loud moans from your lips. You couldn't get enough of his rough handling, how he used you and did whatever he felt like with your willing body whenever he wanted.

Your hips pressed back, desperately trying to meet his insistent movements. Steady, rapid thrusts, his balls slapping against your soaked thigh as he sheathed himself again and again into your hole. The tugging on your hair matched his rhythm, his breath was coming out in pants just as yours was. His body was flushed, sweat shone lightly on his freckled skin while he rammed harder into you. Then he pulled out again and slammed back into your sex, the surprise of his return to your slick cavern making you cry out when he started pounding away again. His grip tightened in the same moment that his hips shoved forward.

You showered him with praise, encouraging him to keep going, to never stop. Your hands gripped tighter on the sides of the desk, holding on for dear life. His chest pressed down into your back, the hand on your hair pulling away and underneath your chest to grab your throat. You prepared yourself and swallowed before you moved closer to his hand. He wasn't cutting off your air supply, you could still breathe, but the sensation of it, the knowledge that he could if he wanted, drove you that much closer to your orgasm. When you raised your head, he followed you, squeezing you neck tighter, long fingers wrapping firmly around the skin.

"I wish you could see yourself right now, you look like a bitch in a heat, so filthy yet so pretty," he hissed out, his chest rumbling with his pleasure. Your body lurched forward with each of his hard thrusts, your ears burning with his grunts and growls and moans. By then you were immune to the obscene sounds falling from your mouth, most of them his name you were sure. His thrusts were furious, each one shaking you to the core as his hips slammed harder into yours, and you were powerless to stop it.

His hand stayed encircled around your neck while the other curled itself around your hip. The hand around your throat tightened gradually. Your pupils constricted as your breathing became more and more labored, your breasts heaving with each intake of air while your face flushed. Then when he knew you were struggling to breathe by the way you jerked about in a panic, his grip loosened and settle on your other hip.

The feeling of him leaning down on you made you shudder and move more frantically, the desk creaking with each plunge back inside of your quivering sex, harsh thrusts coming in a heated, sloppy pace. The warmth of his body sending you into a frenzy and you rocked your hips back and forth wildly. He stretched your leaking sex out with his long, thick member, making you drip all over the floor. You were practically on fire with the overwhelming sensations that wracked your already sensitive body.

"Scream for me, doll, I want you to scream for me," he demanded, voice ragged.

"Jerome!" you wailed his name out. You were so consumed and riled up by need that you didn't feel any shame. It encouraged him to pull all of his effort into seeing just how far he could push you, how loud you could get. Every throb, every twitch of his cock had you keening, rolling your hips back in unsteady movements.

"Such a horny little slut, but fuck, I couldn't get enough of you even if I tried," he puffed out a laugh as he took you mercilessly. He released one of your hips momentarily to give your ass a quick slap amid the heavy thrusts. Beneath your loud moans was the sound of flesh slapping against flesh, his body coming down hard against you with every ram of his hips, burying his swollen cock into you each time. There was no pause, no waste, no chance to let you savor the intense fullness of his shaft stretching you out, just the sudden hollowness that was filled before you could even let loose a needy whine over it.

There was countless new bruises on top of bruises but it didn't matter - none of it mattered, nothing mattered but him and his body and the growing ache spiraling higher and higher until it burst and sent you screaming and arching against him. Your eyes were clamped tight when you came after bucking up against him a few more times, howling as your nails dug into the desk. It all became too much, welled up inside of you agonizingly, and you let it all out vocally, not caring about who could hear you.

The electric sensations that coursed through you had you squirting all over the floor as your body shook, screams so loud and strained that they went hoarse from the overuse of your throat gone dry. With his knees weakening a little and his fingers tight in your hips as well as your wet heat clenching his shaft desperately did him in, and he grunted as he kept his mad thrusts going before he spilled his hot, sticky essence deep inside of you. As much as he wanted to stop and finally enjoy the tightness, he couldn't get over the way your legs wobbled as your body was used for his pleasure and you just laid back to take it all.

He slowly withdrew his softening member from your entrance after a long moment, a grimace on his face when he uttered a low groan. You slumped against the desk, completely boneless and spent from the intensity, legs squeezing together tightly in an effort to keep his warmth inside of you. Your eyes remained shut as your breathing slowly calmed. He ran a hand through his hair as he looked down at you with a smirk pulling at his lips.

"Oh would you look at the time, I gotta go," he told you as he slipped his clothes back on in a hurry, buttoning and zipping up. Of course, he was going. Your time with him was over. You wanted to tell him to stay, not to go risking his life anymore. You kept your mouth shut, though, you didn't want to say anything because you knew how clingy that would sound.

Stay. Please stay. It was on the tip of your tongue, itching to be said, but you didn't. You kept quiet. "See you when I get home, princess," he said as he pressed a somewhat chaste kiss to your cheek before he pulled away. "Don't have too much fun without me!" he exclaimed, running off to the door. But then he stopped only to add, "or I might have to kill you!" he joked with a cackle, and you half laughed in response.

When he bolted out the door, you heaved a long, despondent sigh. You mumbled lowly to yourself, "Goodbye, Jerome."