A/N

Before we dive right in to this little gem, I feel I should post some warnings.

I would normally include this in a separate chapter but who really wants to read boring shīt like this as an update?

So, yes, this one is rated M for 'if you ain't old enough legally fūck, smoke, drink or drive, then you probably should bow out'. However, if you're not and choose to stick with me from here on out then it's your own fault if the filth corrupts your minds.

*adjusts top hat stolen from Jerome and grins*

"Aaaand on with the show!"

Listen to: Arctic Monkeys - When The Sun Goes Down

...

"And they say it changes when the sun goes down,

Around here."

You sang to yourself as you wandered around your apartment in downtown Gotham, closing blinds and curtains as you went.

It really did change when the sun went down. Downtown Gotham was always dangerous, but night brought with it more. It didn't help that your apartment was situated just across the street from the private club Penguin owned. The club that all kinds of trouble visited regularly.

You reached your living room windows and stared down at the young woman standing just off the corner.

"I wonder what went wrong,

That she had to roam the streets.

She don't do major credit cards,

I doubt she does receipts."

You sang as you tilted the blinds, watching her hanging around in her fishnets and stilettos. You dragged your eyes up the street, observing the fancy cars stopping outside the club. Familiar faces made their way inside, each one more menacing than the last.

You moved to the kitchenette just off the living room and peeked out once more. Members of the infamous 'Maniax' made their way inside. You could see Jim Gordon's ex. Barbara dolled up to the nines and Greenwood drooling after her.

"And what a scummy man.

Just give him half a chance,

I bet he'll rob you if he can."

You continued humming along and wandered to your bedroom. Before shutting the curtains you began undressing, the moonlight illuminating the darkened room. You would be sitting by candlelight again tonight, curled up under a mountain of blankets. You hadn't paid your rent or bills yet this month so you would have to make do. You'd just be thankful if you came out the other side with at least a leg intact.

As you stood in your simple black bra and knickers you glanced out again at the Maniax who hadn't quite made it in to the club. You held your pyjama shirt in between your breasts as you sang.

"And I've seen him with girls of the night,

And he told Roxanne to put on her red light.

They're all infected but he'll be alright,

'Cause he's a scumbag, don't you know?

I said he's a scumbag, don't you know?"

You reached behind yourself and unclasped the band of your bra, letting the relief of being 'free' wash over you. You closed your eyes as you stood, bathed in moonlight, and quietly hummed.

All at once your skin erupted into tiny goosebumps, even though it flamed with heat. Sparks shot through your body like tiny shocks of electricity, hardening your nipples. Your eyes shot open and you looked down at yourself, bemused. You hadn't felt aroused in a long time. You could only wonder what was responsible for the heat flooding through your body.

You glanced down at the club once more, now noticing more 'Maniax' than before. Dobkins stood off to the side, mumbling to himself by the looks of it, the brother and sister Galavan duo were locked in a deep discussion. Probably plotting to murder yet another Commissioner. It was now well known that Theo staged the whole Arkham breakout and charity benefit night. He wasn't fast enough to hurt Jerome, the man he planned to pin it all on, and instead found himself 100% implicated.

Jerome Valeska.

Awfully forgiving if anyone asked you. He was obviously up to something if he stuck by the man who tried to shove a knife in his neck. But nobody ever asked you.

Almost as if answering your calling, the man himself stepped out of the shadows. There was something about him that you'd always found quite attractive. Yes, he had killed a few people, but this was Gotham -who hadn't?

His flaming red hair contrasted with his pale skin, the moonlight highlighting his strong cheekbones and twisted smile.

You felt wetness pool between your legs, your heart rate increasing.

Well. Looks like we found out what gets us off, huh. A specific brand of crazy.

"He must be up to something,

What are the chances? Surely it's more than likely.

I've got a feeling in my stomach.

I start to wonder what his story might be,

What his story might be, yeah."

You continued observing him. The way his smirk grew darker the longer he stood, flicking a lighter on and off. He dropped the cigarette from his lips and all of a sudden his eyes flashed to yours.

You were frozen to the spot, flushed and embarrassed at being caught staring. Yet you couldn't look away. Instead, you found yourself moving closer to the window, breasts pressing up against the cold window, your eyes still locked with Jerome's.

You thought no one could see up to your dark, dingy apartment, but you thought wrong. Jerome couldn't take his eyes off of you. Standing flushed and needy by your window. All doe-eyed and pouty lips. You didn't even realise what a show you had been giving him as you undressed whilst he watched from the shadows. You were perfect. Innocence, perfect for corrupting.

You watched as he flicked the lighter closed and slid it into his pocket. He continued locking eyes with you, a seductive smirk on his face, as he quite obviously adjusted the bulge in his trousers. You blushed, realising what you were doing and brought your top up to cover yourself as best you could. You turned from the window, closing the blinds as you done so, and berated yourself.

What an idiot. One flash of a smile from a hot guy and you're giving the whole street a peep show.

But, it had been a long time since you felt the stir deep in your belly. That warm, fuzzy, frustrating feeling that can only be remedied with attention.

Smiling, you began lighting candles throughout your tiny apartment. You decided to bring your quilt and blankets through to the living room; your bed wasn't the biggest nor comfiest, which is why you often found yourself sleeping on the floor.

As you done so, Jerome was making his excuses to the other Maniax. Patting Theo on the back and winking, he made his way across the street.

"'Cause they said it changes when the sun goes down,

Yeah, they said it changes when the sun goes down.

They said it changes when the sun goes down,

Around here.

Around here."

You dithered by your bedroom door, wondering whether to peek out your window again. I mean, it's unlikely he'd even still be out there. He was probably already inside the club, making the most of his freedom with some hot circus freak. The thought of another woman touching him caused your blood to boil. He was the only man to have turned you on in years and he was probably already kicking his latest conquest to the curb.

You bit down hard on your lip, drawing blood as you seethed at your own imagination. Your hands which had been grasping the door frame had tightened; pieces of the frame beginning to crumble and pierce your palms.

Then, you became all too aware of a warmth radiating from behind you. A soft growl accompanied a raspy voice.

"Boo."

..

Whipping your body around you came face to face with the object of both your jealousy and desire. Immediately you were backed against the wall, one of his hands tightly grasping your waist, the other wrapped loosely around your neck.

"Bet she's delighted when she sees him,

Pulling in and giving her the eye.

Because she must be fucking freezing,

Scantily clad beneath the clear night sky.

It doesn't stop in the winter, no."

You shudder as small jolts of electricity zing around your body as he brings his nose to your tilted neck. He inhales deeply before quickly nipping the skin there.

"Tell me, doll face. Was that show just for me or were ya hoping someone else would see? 'Cause I don' like to be anyone's second choice."

He stared directly into your eyes, increasing the pressure on your neck slightly.

"Hm?"

Eventually you regained control over your voice and spoke through laboured breaths.

"All for you, Jerome. You- you're definitely my only choice."

Your breasts heaved under your nightshirt as your breath continued to come out in pants. The things this maniac done to you.

"Mm. Well, don't ya just know all the right things to say." His grip on your neck loosed as he gripped the bottom of your shirt, tracing patterns on the outside of your thighs.

You shivered as goosebumps erupted over your legs and your knickers once again became wet. God, this man was good. Not a whisper from your libido in years and now she's singing like a canary.

"Now, what goes through such a dirty little mind to give a guy an eyeful without so much as a bunch of flowers? Especially a guy who's.. what's the word they call me? Crazy."

His fingers moved under your shirt, caressing your stomach and slowly trailed higher. He began squeezing your breasts, teasing your nipples with hard pinches. Your legs clenched together as you tried to create some much needed friction. He swiftly opened your legs, placing his thigh between them as you mewled out your disappointment.

He brought his lips to your ear, his warm breath making you shiver in anticipation as he spoke. "Aw, come on now, Princess. Don't beg yet. Save that for when I bend you over."

Strands of his ginger hair fell in front of his face as he removed his leather jacket, tossing it behind him. His shirt followed, giving you a blissful view of his pale, muscular chest. You drew your bottom lip back between your teeth, tasting the blood left there from earlier.

"I thought you'd be deep in some freaky chick by now, Jerome. You're famous around here. Surely you could have anyone." You bit out, the words tasting like poison.

"Mmm. Sounds like someone's jealous."

He stared at you pointedly, tilted his head and pouted. Grabbing the bottom of your shirt he quickly lifted it over your head and slung it behind him. Lowering his head he swiftly captured a hard bud between his teeth and bit down hard. His fingers hooked the side of your panties and slowly dragged them down until they stopped on his thigh. Bringing his thumb to your engorged clit he began rubbing in soft circular motions.

"Now, tell me _ _, why would I wanna be in anyone else when I can be balls deep in a freak like you?" Raising his head from your chest, he smirked darkly before laughing uncontrollably.

He knew your name. He only had a few minutes from the club to here. How on earth-?

He began nipping at your skin, leaving his mark all over your body. The question left your mind as you moaned out.

Heat flashed through your body, your confidence at an all time high. Swiftly, you pushed him back, encouraging him to lay on your makeshift bed for the night, and kicked your underwear all the way off.

Bemused, he let you think you were in control. He placed his hands behind his head as you began working his trousers off.

You took in the large bulge in his boxers and smiled. He was definitely going to have you walking funny tomorrow.

Slowly, you dragged his boxers down his legs, his large cōck springing back and resting against his stomach. You unconsciously licked your lips and leaned down. Taking him into your warm mouth, he groaned. You began slowly; savouring the taste of him. Licking from his balls, all the way up his shaft, you swirled around his head before engulfing him fully. You took him as far down your throat as you could, you could feel him pulsing inside you. His groans and grip on your hair eventually brought your mouth away from him.

"Fūck, gorgeous. Gonna have'ta stop ya right there. I'm not 17 anymore, and I really don't wanna miss the main event."

He flipped you on to your back and hovered over you. Spreading your legs, he peppered warm, open-mouthed kisses over your stomach. He nibbled on your hip-bone, leaving a large red mark on your skin. He lowered his mouth, his lips meeting your lower ones. He parted them, sinking his tongue as far into your tight, warm opening as he could. He swirled his tongue around, tasting you as a starving man eats his last meal. Quickly, intensely, sloppily. And in the best possible way. Writhing against his mouth, you moan out his name, begging for him to give you release.

The minute your begs and pleas reach his ears, his posture becomes stiffer. He slowly rises off you, licking you off his lips. His features are dark, from the glint in his eyes to the smile on his face. His entire being screams darkness, madness, insanity. And that's just what gets you off.

Crawling up your body, he rests his body on top of you, nestling between your thighs. In an instant, his mouth covers yours. His tongue, warm and insistent, plunges into your mouth, dominating you. You taste yourself on him, the flavour mixing with his taste in your tongue. The thought alone is enough to have you squirming below him.

You grind upwards, seeking him out. He immediately stills your hips, roughly grabbing them in a bruising hold. He thrusts against you, his large member bumping against your clit with every pass.

"God, Jerome. Please. I need you." You cried out, breathless.

"Mmhm, you're so needy, baby girl." He growled out from over you.

Still holding your waist he twisted you round, flipping you over onto your front.

From behind you, you heard him growl out. "On your hands and knees. NOW."

You complied immediately. You could feel your wetness dripping down your thighs, the heat there now uncomfortable, your neediness controlling you.

"Suuuch a good girl. All Bambi-eyed and virginal blush." He lowly murmured the words into your ear as he leant over you from behind, his large hand caressing your ass as he spoke.

"But you're no such thing, are ya?" He swiftly brought his hand down on your cheek, rubbing the sting away immediately afterwards.

"Mm-no, you're a freak beneath the sheets."

Not wasting another moment, you felt him nudge against your entrance.

"Please, Jerome."

Growling out at your pleads, he sunk in fully, stretching you almost to the point of pain. Immediately he pulled out and slammed back in again, grunting at the tightness that enveloped him.

"Fūck, _ _. So fūcking tight." His warm breath panted over your back as you arched it underneath him.

Thrusting yourself backwards you met his hips at their furious pace. You mewled and clawed at the blankets beneath you as pleasure surged through your body, the slight burn from being stretched so far only spurring you on. Every grunt and moan he released turned you on more, his deep strokes hitting your spot each time.

His hands held on to your hips as he continued on at his punishing pace, thrusting wildly. With every roll of his hips you begged for more, his hands grabbing on to your now-stinging ass and kneading the flesh with his long fingers.

The sound of moans, grunting, balls slapping against your ass, and cries of pleasure filled your small apartment as both of your bodies began approaching the finish line. His thrusts became jerky as he buried his head against your shoulder blades. Biting down hard, he ground out three simple words.

"Cūm for me."

His words shattered you, your muscles clenched and released spasmodically, pleasure coursing through your entire body. You began to see black spots behind your eyes, your cries becoming utter gibberish as you praised him over and over. Your tightening pulled him over the edge, his movements became erratic and sloppy as he coated your walls in thick, warm cum. He groaned out as you milked every last drop from him, until he felt himself soften slightly inside of you.

He rolled you both over so you now lay on his chest. Panting, you tried to move to clean yourself up, only to be held firmly in place.

"Nuh-uh, you ain't going anywhere." He sleepily murmured out.

"I- I'm gonna make a mess, Jerome. And I don't wanna sleep on it..." You trailed off.

Groaning, in an annoyed manner this time, he got up and grabbed the kitchen roll from the kitchenette counter.

"Here." He wiped you up, which only slightly embarrassed you, before balling up the tissues and throwing it over to the corner.

"Now, c'mere and sleep or, so help me, I'll slit that pretty pink throat of yours." He grabbed you by the shoulders and tucked you in to his side, throwing the blankets over you both.

His words didn't trouble you, tomorrow you'd likely be beaten to within an inch of your life for the money you owed anyway. What was another threat, especially if it came from someone who fūcked you like a pro?

"Oh, and babydoll? You ain't living here after tonight. You're comin' with me. No arguments." He yawned around his words, his fingers digging into your arms as he held you tight.

You smiled against his chest and laid a soft, barely there kiss there. Your heart began to quicken again with his next words.

"I could use a freak like you."

"Well, they said it changes when the sun goes down,

Over the river going out of town.

And they said it changes when the sun goes down,

Around here."

A/N

Jerome Valeska, ladies and gentlemen.

...accompanied by the Arctic Monkey's greatness.

*takes a bow before Jerome takes his hat back*

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- Ellie