I let out a low moan as Jonathan's fingers entered me causing my back to arch off of the mattress. His mouth found a pert nipple and he sucked on it, and I ran my hands through his hair, "Fuck, Jonathan." He hummed in response, his teeth biting down gently. Letting my nipple pop out of his mouth, he smiled at me. Adding another finger, I gasped and pulled him in for a deep kiss.

Pulling away, Jonathan removed his hand and moved to fit himself between my legs, then pushed himself into me. I called out, my arms out-stretched and gripping the sheets, "Good God! Jonathan, fuck!"

Jonathan let out a low chuckle as he pulled out and thrust back in. Leaning down, he placed a kiss on my neck, then began to pick up his pace. I gripped his shoulders as he moved in me, "Jonathan, harder, please."

Pulling away from me, Jonathan sat up and took my legs in his hands, holding them apart. This new angle made it easier for him to penetrate deeper in me, and I gripped the underside of the headboard to steady myself. He reached down and began to finger my clit, and I felt the heat in my core begin to build and my breathing began to increase. "Jonathan! Fuck, Jonathan!" He gave me a smile and thrust harder, sending me into an orgasm. Letting my legs go, he came down to me and kissed me, finishing himself. We rode out our orgasms, then he pulled out and laid next to me.

Turning to him I smiled, "That was amazing."

He smiled back, "I'm glad you enjoyed it."

Rolling to him, I gave him a deep kiss. "I… really missed this."

"I missed it too." Smiling I rolled away and sat up, reaching down for my shirt. He sat up as well, "What are you doing?"

"Alfred is going to be back any minute, we should be decent."

"Good thinking." Leaning over, he placed a kiss on my shoulder then moved to get dressed himself.

Both dressed, we entered the living area of the penthouse and Jonathan turned to me, "We should go to the diner. We haven't been there in a few weeks."

I nodded, "That would be nice."

"Want to go now? We can grab an early dinner and then dessert."

I smiled when a siren went off outside. My heart dropped to my stomach and Jonathan moved to take my hand. A screech from feedback went through the city, dulled by the glass of the high up penthouse, but we could still make out what was being said. "Hello, Gotham." The Joker's voice was low, "It has come to my attention that my demolition of your city as a means to get Batman turned over is not working. And frankly… I'm disappointed. I counted on you, my old friends! I trusted you to capture the bat, and what did you do?" A powerful thud came of someone slamming a fist down on a desk, "Nothing! You did nothing! I tried to be a better common criminal for you people, I really did, but it's clear that you're used to a higher caliber criminal."

"Did ya tell 'em what you're doin' yet, Puddin?" The voice of Harley Quinn was barely audible in the penthouse.

"Not yet Harley!" The sound of the microphone being dropped back and the distant voice of the Joker yelling, "Why are you always interrupting me when I'm making my announcements?" The faint sound of Harley Quinn's cries of pain came through the speaker, then it went quiet.

"Is it over?" I asked.

"No." Jonathan answered, "No, not yet."

Sure enough, the microphone thudded back to life and the Joker's voice came back through the city-wide speakers, "Sorry about the interruption, kiddies! Now, where was I? Oh yes! Killing people! Starting in ten minutes, I will begin my usual escapade of killing someone at random around the city until Batman comes out to play with me! That's all! Have a nice night!"

I ran for my phone and called Alfred.

"Miss Elwood?"

"Where are you?"

"I'm all right, I'm in the lobby."

I let out a sigh of relief, "Oh thank God. I'm going to call Bruce."

"Yes, please do."

Hanging up, I dialed Bruce and waited impatiently for him to pick up. "Hello?"

"Where are you?"

"Wayne Tower. You?"

"The penthouse. Bruce how are you going to get home?"

A loud chink sound came from the windows and Jonathan pulled me down to the floor.

"Bethy? Bethy, are you okay?"

A few more chink sounds came and I turned to see small webs of shattered glass on the outside of the large window. Jonathan pulled on me and I followed him further into the penthouse away from the window.

"Bruce, someone is shooting at the penthouse!"

"Bethany, don't worry about it, the windows are bulletproof. Just get away from the windows and go upstairs to the library, then call the police."

"What are you going to do?"

"I'm staying here with Lucian, don't worry about me. We're not leaving until the all clear is given."

Jonathan and I moved away from the window, running into Alfred. He saw the bullet marks on the window and he ushered us upstairs into the library. I began to pace in the room, "We're safe, Bruce. I'm going to call the police."

"Stay that way, Bethy. I… I'll see you later."

"You better." Hanging up, I dialed the Gotham police station.

"GCPD, what is your emergency?"

"My name is Bethany Elwood-"

"Please hold."

"What?" The line went dead and I turned to Jonathan and Alfred, "They put me on hold."

"What?" Alfred frowned.

"This is Gordon."

I frowned, "Commissioner?"

"Who is this?"

"Bethany Elwood. I'm-"

"Are you okay?"

I sighed, "No! I'm in Bruce's penthouse, we heard the Joker's announcement. We're being shot at."

"I'm going to call all units to get as many men over there to canvas the area as possible. Stay indoors and away from windows. Keep your phone on you. I'm on my way."

"Thank you." Hanging up, I frowned, "This is insane."

"There is nothing to worry about," said Alfred, "The windows are blast proof."

"Bruce said they were bullet proof."

Alfred nodded, "Yes, that too."

"Does Bruce expect a lot of bomb activity happening in his penthouse?" Jonathan asked.

Alfred shrugged, "What can I say? Master Wayne is a bit… flashy."

Jonathan came to me and pulled me into a hug, "Are you okay?"

I shook my head, "No. We just got shot at! Alfred and I were blown up! You lost your house! Nothing about this city is safe, Jonathan! Nowhere in this city is safe."

"But you're okay now," Jonathan said, "Look! We're all okay."

I shook my head, "I don't know how much more of this I can take, Jonathan."

Jonathan frowned, "What are you saying?"

I frowned, "I'm saying… that my employer is asking me to come home… as soon as possible."

Jonathan took a step back, "You want to leave?"

"You don't think I should?"

"No!" Jonathan closed his eyes and let out a hard sigh, "No. I don't… want you to go. But I also know… that I have no right to ask you to stay."

Tears lined my eyes, "Jonathan-"

"Why don't we wait before we all go making rash decisions," said Alfred. "Put a pin in this conversation for a less stressful time." I nodded, and Jonathan took my hand. "In the meantime, might I suggest we settle in? I have a feeling we'll be here for a rather long time before anything is deemed clear." Walking to a bookcase, Alfred pulled out a book and sat down in one of the chairs, settling in.