Beautifully Twisted - {A Jerome/Gotham Story}

Damned If You Do

Wow. I don't think I've seen all of us this relaxed before... Barbara's laying against Sionis, while Aaron over here is painting her toe nails. I laughed, grinning slightly. Weird right? Buuuut, at least she's making friends! And I'm resting my head on Jerome's shoulder, listening to his soft breaths coming in and out, sighing happily as he laughed, softly moving my hair out of my face.

"Trying to hide from everyone Ana?" I giggled, smirking slightly. I wish.... These people are all so weird. Of course I'm not saying I'm not. But they bring weird to a whole other level.

"Maaaaybe." Barbara sighed a little, looking at me, a bored expression on her face. Us three are way more smart then any of these idiots in here. It's hard to find humor in tiny things like they do.

"Somebody tell me a funny story." I slapped Jerome on the chest, grinning as he rolled his eyes, making me laugh. He's good at it! He can think of any funny thing on the spot and make it work.

"Funny man in the house! He's here for one night only! Snatch him while you can!" Jerome softly grabbed me by the hips, bringing me up to face level with him, smirking with a dominate look to him. It suits him well.

"Ooooh. I think you have the snatching covered beautiful." I laughed, grinning a little. For sure. I won't share. Not happening.

"Oh! I got one." I rolled my eyes, sighing. We didn't mean you Sionis. But he didn't care. He just went on talking like it was going to be the best story he ever told in his life. I just simply sagged back into Jerome, getting comfy for a long night ahead. Here we go...

"So when I was in college, I played for the varsity polo team." Aaand, you lost me there. But nice try. I just laid right back down on Jerome, tuning him out. I don't want any part of these peoples crazy stories.

"Greetings! I am Zardon. The soul reaper!" Suddenly, a weird looking guy was standing at the entrance to the room, staring at us, a weird look on his eyes. Who the hell is this guy? With wings for hair. I couldn't help but roll my eyes, looking up at Jerome, putting my fingers to my head, making a popping sound.

He chuckled, grinning. Everyone resumed what they were doing, not paying him any attention. Sionis of course kept going on with his stupid story that's not even remotely funny. But I just kept ignoring him. Jerome just smacked his head against the table, making me laugh as he looked down at me, putting his fingers to his head as well, making me grin.

"Hear me slaves! My patience is running thin. Surrender your souls to my mercy. Or I swear, I shall feast on your pain." And he gets on the table. Greeeeat. And these people think we're crazy? This loon takes the trophy man.

"I shall gorge on your torment! I shall crush you. Like a bug." He laughed, which very quickly turned into a deadly cough. Great. He's having a heart attack. And we all stared at him. Until blue smoke came from his mouth, spreading around the room.Jerome grabbed my arm, pulling us up, an amused look on his face.

But all I could do was stare wide eyed at it. What the hell is that?? Then my chest started to hurt, making it hard to breathe I looked at Jerome, seeing him chocking. I held my neck, coughing like crazy, my vision going blurry. Until I was out.