"Now, pull down your skirt," Jonathan said as he sat in the low swivel chair.

I hesitated, not being used to taking orders from him, but slowly slid it off my hips, letting the silky black material fall to the floor. He breathed in suddenly, taking in my curves; a smile played on my lips, Jack wouldn't like the way he was staring at me.

Luckily for him though, Jack wasn't here. We had broken into the nurse's office and barricaded the doors, even though it was probably unnecessary. The nurse was never in her office; if you had a medical emergency, you were basically screwed unless you knew how to take care of yourself.

I quietly cleared my throat, "Shouldn't you take the gauze off?"

He blinked off the glazed over look in his eyes and nodded. He peeled back the bandages and examined the scars. A chill ran down my body from the cold air; he ran a warm hand over the raised skin of the diamond and the J in the center. Without thinking, I leaned towards his warmth.

"Well, sadly, I think it's fully healed…" his voice sounded very official, like a doctors.

"Isn't that good?" I asked losing my patience.

"It means that it's probably going to stay this way. It's permanently scarred."

He rolled over to the nurse's stash and grabbed fresh bandages. He went to put it back on, but I waved his hands away.

"If it ain't gonna get better, than there isn't a reason to cover it up anymore," I sighed, looking down at my left hip.

"I'm sorry," he murmured and looked up at me.

I smiled and fixed the front of his brown hair for him. He leaned into my touch, nuzzling my hand much like a dog, making me giggle. He suddenly grabbed my hips, picked me up, and plopped me down on the little day bed. I gasped in surprise as he climbed on top of me.

"Jonathan?" I squeaked out.

He stopped immediately at the sound of my voice, something I wasn't used to. I stared into his dark blue eyes, vaguely noticing that he wasn't wearing his glasses today.

"What do you think you're doing? Jack would kill you," I warned, needing to give him a dose of reality.

His face grew red and he cast his gaze down; I think he had hoped I would just go along with it, forgetting about anyone else. I cupped his face in my hands, I gave him a quick, polite kiss; he leaned into it though, forcing me down with his body weight. My screams were muffled by his sweet lips and I squirmed, trying to get out from under him.

The only thing that stopped him was the sound of gun shots in the hallway. My heart was laced with panic and quick shots of fear as I rushed to my skirt, pulling it back on. Jonathan seemed to have a calmer demeanor even though his frown was dark with disappointment. Seeing his face, I felt my shoulders relax.

"It's Jack?" I asked, wincing as another shot went off, this time closer.

He sighed and nodded.

I instantly perked up and skipped over to the door, swinging it open. I stepped out into the chaos, where fleeing students whizzed past me. When they cleared, I saw him at the end of the hall, eyes wild with glee and mouth stretched into a smile. He was wearing a black shirt with a purple smiley face on it, underneath it he had taken green paint and wrote 'Smile often?' in his scratchy handwriting. His ripped, dark jeans added to his bad boy style along with his messy hair hanging in his pale face.

In his hand was a sawed off shot-gun, still smoking from firing its last round. He cockily rested the gun on his shoulder as he looked at me with an amused glint in his eyes.

"I came for you, Sweetheart," he cackled as I tried not to notice the bodies lying on the floor behind him.

I started walking towards him…then started to jog…then I couldn't wait any longer, I broke into a run, closing the space between us quickly. I leapt into his arms, circling my legs around his waist, pulling his lips against mine. It seems like it had been forever since our bodies had been close. His heat radiated off of him, diminishing any coldness I still had. He passionately kissed me, tangling his tongue with mine.

He dropped the gun to the tile floor and gripped my ass with both of his hands. A groan escaped me and he seemed to like that. Things started to get so heated, I thought that we were going to start having sex right in the middle of my school's hallway….but then we both heard a voice.

"Put your hands up, the police should be here at any minute," A gruff, demanding voice said.

I got down off of Jack and turned around to see the moron who interrupted us. It was one of the few rich boys who went here, with his collared shirt and his fitted jeans. What I noticed first though, was the Jack's gun in his soft, uncallused hands. I looked at him in disgust; of course the rich boy was taking a stand. He thought he was so much better than us, you could see it in his golden eyes.

"You mean the hilarious excuse for police that our oh-so-wonderful Gotham city provides us?" Jack countered, seemingly unaware that he was staring death in the face, "Don't make me laugh, most of them are paid off anyway."

The kid didn't falter though; his mouth remained in a firm line.

"The law has a way of finding scum like you."

"Who do you think you are, Kid? Do you even know who he is?" I snapped, quickly defending my Puddin.

This brought an approving chuckle from J as he snaked an arm around my waist.

"Yes, I know how you like to call yourself 'The Joker' as your little criminal alias and sure, I've heard all the stories and tall tales about you. Does that mean I'm supposed to be afraid of you?" His golden eyes narrowed at Jack, sizing him up.

With a glance at me, he added, "And my name is Bruce."

That name sounded familiar…I had seen him around school before. He was in my English class, that is, went I felt like going to my class. It was amazing how much I had changed in such a little amount of time; just a few months ago, I was silently swooning over Bruce and his friends, just hoping that they would notice me….now as I looked into his eyes, I couldn't help but see how annoying he really was.

I opened my mouth to say something, but Jack tightened his grip on my waist, silently reminding me that it was him who ran the show. I shut it, but held my glare at Bruce.

"Well, aren't you a tough guy…think you got what it takes to use that?" J sneered, nodding down the barrel of the gun.

Bruce hesitated, which was all the answer Jack needed. His hand left my waist as he walked forward, towards the gun. He pushed his chest against the barrel and held it there with his hand. A wave of nerves crashed through me; I hoped he knew what he was doing.

"Go ahead…avenge all those who've died at my hands. Pull the trigger, Bruce."

"Don't tempt me," Bruce growled, but he still didn't place his finger on the trigger.

"Shoot me!" Jack's low voice yelled, making me jump.

When Bruce hesitated again, Jack ripped the gun from his hands, snickering while he did it. Jonathan finally joined us, falling in line beside me just as Bruce scrambled to get away. Jack shot at his heels, making him dance as he ran…something puzzled me though.

"You aren't going to kill him?" I asked, hoping I wouldn't make him mad.

He shook his head, "He's just too fun."

Jonathan and I shrugged at each other after sharing a look. All three of us piled into Jack's new stolen van, Jonathan driving with J and I in the back. The windows were tinted, so we had to rely on the dim light of Jack's cell phone for lighting.

"So what's the occasion?" I said cuddling into his arms.

"Hmm?"

"Well, you've never gotten me from school before."

He flicked his knife in and out, twirling it between his fingers.

"Do I unnerve you?" he asked suddenly, ignoring me.

"I uhh," I said, not quite sure how to answer that.

"I unnerve my parents, apparently," He growled, his voice dripping with hate.

I looked up at him and he looked down at me.

"You have parents?" I finally asked.

This got a laugh out of him, "It takes two to make a baby, Harls!"

"NO, I know that…I was just…I had always thought…where do you even live?" I stuttered out.

He raised his eyebrows at me, then suddenly pounded on the thin wall between us and Jonathan. I felt the van pull over and screech to a stop, the brakes being worn down. Jack slid open the heavy door and chatted to Jonathan in a hushed tone. Jonathan got a look of surprise on his face before J closed the door again and the van rumbled back to life.

"Where are we going now?" I asked, feeling the vehicle change course.

"My parent's house," He smiled mischievously, "I think it's time for you to meet them."

He laughed at the look that sprang to my face and scooted closer to me.

"You…really…want me to meet them?" I said, my voice getting high with my glee.

I bit my lip as I smiled at him, my thoughts raced wild as I wondered if he'll look like them. If he had his mother's eyes or his father's nose…I couldn't wait to solve one of the several mysteries about him!

"Excited?" he said, arching an eyebrow.

I squealed and grabbed his collar, surprising both of us as I had enough strength to pull him on top of me. I hugged him tight and breathed in his incredibly smexy scent. He pulled away from my hug to find my lips. I moaned as he nipped at my lower lip, the green speckles in his brown eyes lit up as he looked at me.

"I wanna play with my Harley," He smirked.

My eyes grew wide as he ripped off my skirt. His eyes settled on the my scars that he had carved in me, but he didn't say anything about them. His lips were back on mine as he, less than gently, shoved a finger inside of me. I half groaned half yelped as waves of pleasure washed over me.

"Mmmm, have I ever told you just how tight, you are?" he muttered into my lips.

My breathing became pants and I arched my back in pleasure. He responded by shoving another finger in me, taking delight in feeling how wet I was. I was so close to reaching my peak, when he withdrew.

"Time for Daddy to have some fun too," he snickered as he licked his fingers and unzipped his pants.

He threw them and his boxers in the same corner as my discarded skirt laid and crawled on top of me, straddling me. I felt his ejection rub against my folds and eagerly raised my hips against his.

"Down, girl," He growled playfully and quickly took off his shirt.

I did the same to mine and my bra, leaving my breasts exposed to his hungry eyes.

He attacked me, both licking and sucking at my chest and shoving his self inside of me. A scream escaped me. My nails bit into his back and my teeth gnawed against his neck; we were like two animals, wildly going at each other.

But he was the more dominant one, the silverback, and I was the weaker one, the one whom he controlled. In his last final thrusts, he took my wrists and pinned them down over my head, and sunk his teeth into my neck. The pain was mixed with ecstasy as we both came; our groans and growls became softer as he finally collapsed on top of me, like my own personal blanket.

He nuzzled my neck, listening to me groan every time the van would hit a bump in the road, because he was still inside of me. The van suddenly stopped and we both changed back to normal right before Jonathan opened the door, causing the sunlight to pour in.

"Are you sure this is the right address, Boss?" he asked looking at the house behind the gate.

We were in the ritzy side of Gotham, just about as far away from the Narrows as you could get and we were in front of a huge mansion…just about the opposite of where you would think Jack lived.

"Home, Sweet, Home," Jack said sarcastically, and pulled me out of the van with him.

He pushed the button on a little intercom device to the right of the fancy gate and I jumped when the speaker sprang to life.

"Yeeeeeeeesss?" a man's voice came through.

Wow, I had thought a snoody voice like that had only existed in the movies.

"Let me in," Jack snapped.

"And who is this me?"

"You're son, you're only child, unless you recently knocked up some high dollar hooker."

The gates squeaked open.

- Hellllooo, please let me know if you want me to keep on writing this story. I'm thinking about starting another story, in addition, to this one…if you're interested in knowing what it's about, just ask and I shall answer!