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Stalker | Jerome Valeska

You had just walked out of the club from an amazing night of partying with your friends. You were walking home through the streets of Gotham. It definitely wasn’t safe to be walking alone in Gotham at night obviously. It was quiet. There were very few people around. You walked past a car with a woman and a man inside. A few feet away from the car was a guy in a black leather jacket smoking a cigarette. What really made me notice him was his bright ginger hair. He looked really familiar.

He looked at you but you looked away and kept on walking home. Only two more blocks to your apartment building you thought. After walking some time you felt like you were being followed. You turned around and you saw the familiar guy with the ginger hair. You were getting creeped out so you started to walk faster.

You finally reached your apartment building. You quickly went inside going up the stairs. You made it to your apartment door. You were looking for your keys when you heard footsteps coming up the steps. You hurried to search for you keys in your purse. It was liked they disappeared. “Looking for these?” The guy with the ginger hair appeared out of nowhere with your keys in his hand. You didn’t say anything. Then it hit you. It was Jerome Valeska, the psycho maniac you heard about on the news who killed his mother. He began to walk towards you. You backed up until you were cornered into a wall. “What do you want?” You said. “You’ll see.” The strange ginger replied. Then his hand covered your mouth and everything went black.

You woke up in a bed with your hands and feet tied. You were in nothing but your bra and underwear. You were so scared you started to scream. “SOMEONE HELP!” Jerome came out of a door and had a smirk on his face. “No need to scream doll, no one can hear you.” He said. That made you even more scared. Jerome laid down beside you on the bed. “By the way I’m Jerome. I bet you’re wondering where you are or why you’re here. Well I’ve been watching you for weeks now and God you’re so sexy, and I’ve been planning on asking you out for a while now and then I thought why don’t I just do it in a fun way, did I mention how sexy you are?” Tears started to roll down your face. Jerome wiped them away. “Why are you sad?” Jerome said. What the hell was wrong with him you thought. “I know what can make you fell better.” Jerome began kissing your neck. You tried to move away but you couldn’t. You knew he was a maniac, psycho but you also found him some what attractive. The way he kissed your neck. He began to leave love bites down your neck.

His hands roamed all over your body. He started to go lower down towards your stomach. He slid your panties down with his teeth. He started rubbing your clit softly. A light moan escaped your mouth. You hated who he was but what he was doing to you was everything. He pushed two fingers inside you. He was teasing you and you loved it. You tried to hold back your moans. He kept finger fucking you until you came all over his fingers. He licked up all your juices. He took his clothing off. You saw his hard length. There was a hunger in his eyes. Out of nowhere he thrusted into you. Loud moans came out of both of your mouths. He kissed you on the lips, his tongue slipped into your mouth. “Untie me.” You said. He did so and you got on top of him and starting riding his length. You could feel your orgasm coming on. “I’m close.” You said. “Wait for me doll.” Jerome replied. You came and Jerome came inside you. You laid down beside him both of you trying to catch your breath. After a moment you started to realize that you made a mistake. He was a fucking psychopath. You started to get up but Jerome grabbed you and hugged you tightly. “You aren’t going anywhere.”

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I hoped you liked this one it took me two days to write it cuz I didn’t know what to write.

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I Hope Not (Jerome x Reader) Part 3

Part 1

Part 2

This chapter isn’t as violent as the last. Also, did I make Jerome too adorable? Oh well!

Fear completely engulfed me. And so did the surrounding blackness.

Jerome’s POV

“I might’ve overdone it.”

“You think?” Penguin scoffed. In his search for a pail and sponge, Penguin found a large trash bag to stuff the pet’s body in.

I stayed on the floor with Y/N in my arms. Her face was pale and she still slept. I stroked her hair and cheeks gently. Sure, she looked peaceful now, but I knew that once she woke up, I’d get chewed out. Probably even a fist to the mouth.

“I’ll take your mess to the dumpster outside,” Penguin said. I don’t understand why he’s so irritated. I mean, he would’ve done the same thing in the confronting-new-lover scenario. “Find her bed. She needs her rest after the night she’s had.” Usually, I didn’t like him ordering me around; he’s not my boss. But he made a good point.

Placing one arm on her back and the other under her legs, I picked up Y/N. She looked like a child in my arms. Her head was even snuggled against my shoulder.

Before I could walk her to her room, Penguin added one last demand: “And Jerome… let her sleep.”

I laughed at his train of thought. “No promises.”

***

In a small apartment, there aren’t many options for bedrooms. Y/N’s was actually the first room I checked. She probably wanted to keep Abigail away from the main living space in case of emergencies. Such as two escaped convicts entering the house.

I carefully laid Y/N on her bed and covered her with multiple blankets. Y/N always liked to have an excessive amount of blankets. I smiled at the memory of our first date. We laid on one blanket, looking up at the stars. Y/N brought enough blankets for both of us to each have our own, but we just ended up cuddling for warmth instead.

There wasn’t much to look at in her room, so I sat down to watch over her. I took note of each twitch in her expression and saw as her chest rose and fell in a steady rhythm. Eventually, my eyes moved toward the nightstand. A lone lamp stood next to an alarm clock and a picture frame. I flicked the lamp on and held the picture in the light. The picture was of Y/N and her now deceased pet. They wore wide smiles. She looked absolutely stunning… and happy.

The glass from the frame shattered as I slammed it onto the hardwood. The thought of someone else making Y/N happy was awful in itself. But thinking that I might’ve caused her to hate me forever was sickening. She would be happy again, that I knew. Nothing in the world could darken her optimism.

The sudden sound caused Y/N to shift, but luckily she stayed asleep. When she moved, the pillow moved with her a little. Normally, I wouldn’t think much of it. But from underneath the pillow, I noticed something. I carefully pulled out another picture. This time, it was Y/N smiling with me.

I couldn’t believe she still had that picture. It was from the last official date we went on, just a few days before ‘the incident’ with my mom. Our faces were painted with vibrant colored designs and cotton candy was stuck to Y/N’s chin. Death couldn’t even make me forget that night.

But what if that memory was all I had left with Y/N? After the stunt I’d just pulled, would she ever forgive me or allow me in her life? I’m not one for crying, but I couldn’t stop the tears from sliding down my face.

“That’s my favorite picture.”

I jumped at the sound of her voice, frantically wiping the tears out of my eyes. I didn’t look at her; I figured she wouldn’t want to see me. Nothing came out of my mouth.

“My face itched from the paint, and all that cotton candy made me sick the next day.” She breathed out a laugh. “You tried so hard to impress me with your strength when it came to that stupid bell and hammer game. But then you got upstaged by a military veteran. Your face turned about as red as your hair.” Her laugh grew as she recovered her voice.

I listened to her speak, but I refused to reply. The fact that she recalled that night so vividly surprised me. I wanted to know what else she chose to remember.

“That was also the night you told me about your mother.” Y/N’s voice was so soft. It wasn’t how I expected her to sound after I killed her boyfriend. “And that you loved me.” She grabbed my hand with a feather-like touch. I couldn’t handle her kindness anymore.

I turned to her and kissed her mouth. I was like a predator leaping onto its prey. Capturing the innocent rabbit without giving it any time to run away. Unlike my previous attempt, Y/N kissed me back. I had her hair in my hands as I pulled her head ever closer. Her hands tried to hold my face, but without any room for her elbows between our bodies, she decided to wrap her arms around my neck. Usually at this moment, I would try to make the kiss more passionate and a little… french. But I didn’t want to upset her into breaking off the kiss, so I kept it mellow.

Breathless, we pulled away from each other. Our faces stayed close enough to feel the other’s hot pants. “I’m still pissed about what you did to Seth,” she whispered.

“I’m sorry,” I replied. Understand that I wasn’t sorry about killing him. I was sorry for hurting her. “I just don’t want you to be with anyone else. But now, you’ll probably never want to see me again.”

She smiled. “I hope not.”

I chuckled at her surprising sense of humor. I leaned in to kiss her again, but her finger stopped me.

“Say it.”

I knew by her sly grin what she wanted to hear. “I love you.”

She took her finger away and placed her hands on either side of my face. Her thumbs rubbed the scars of where my lips unnaturally curved. Then, without further to do, she pulled me in for another kiss. Between breaths, she spoke, “It’s going to be a pain telling Abigail about us, though.”

“I’m sure you’ll think of something,” I replied, going back in for another quick kiss.

After of few more intimate moments, her kisses stopped. She had a hard expression, lost in thought. I knew she was trying to come up with a reason to tell Abigail as to why I’m staying and the other guy isn’t returning.

“Penguin said you should get some rest.” I said.

She smirked. “Since when do you listen to orders?”

“I’ll always do what’s best for you.” Her eyes softened at my promise. She moved her body, allowing me space to lay next to her. I wrapped my arm around her as she set her head on my chest. Honestly, I’m not sure how she put up with me: I just killed her boyfriend, not to mention I smelled awful from escaping.

But Y/N snuggled in closer to me. I pulled the blankets up to cover her. After a few minutes of silence, I thought she was asleep. Though, the whimpers were thunderous compared to the quietness of the rest of the building. I knew why she cried, but I didn’t try to offer her words of comfort. Instead, I let her tears soak my shirt, and I hugged her.

You’re safe now. Everything’s okay. I won’t let anyone hurt you anymore.

Part 4

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I Hope Not (Jerome x Reader) Part 2

Part 1

Warning: I should also mention that this story contains two murderous people. They might do what they’re known to do.

I looked into her sad eyes and knew before she even said it.

Y/N’s POV

“I can’t, Jerome. I’m seeing someone else.”

There it was: his inner light being snuffed out by my cold-hearted darkness. I don’t even know why he likes me; I only cause him suffering. After all these years of his laughter being my medicine, I threw him away to get a new prescription.

“I’m so sorry, J,” tears trickled down my cheeks. “I feel unloyal. We didn’t even officially break it off, and I chose to leave you when you needed someone most. Look at you,” I pointed to his face. “That must’ve hurt like a bitch. And I wasn’t there to support you.” Maybe it was because my legs were still jelly from fear, but I could no longer stand on my own. Before I hit the ground though, two strong arms caught me.

I didn’t care who saw me in that moment. I cried. Jerome began petting my hair in long strokes. It truly felt like old times. It wasn’t until I felt a tiny hand touch my head that I returned to reality. “Mommy, I forgot to tell you something.”

I pulled away from Jerome to look at Abigail. “What is it, sweetie?”

“Seth said he was coming over early.”

Time became a cruel reminder. Friday night: date night. I couldn’t go out to the movies and leave Abigail alone with two convicts. Then again, Seth couldn’t stay either. It was bad enough that two people knew of Jerome and the Penguin’s whereabouts. Any more witnesses would create a nightmare.

I felt Jerome tighten his hold as I tried to stand. At first, I thought it was sweet of him to help me up. That is, until I realized his motive was to keep me down. “I’ll just call him quick and say that I’m feeling under the weather. People have been getting sick at work, he’ll believe me. Jerome,” I scolded as I tore out of his arms. Before I could reach the phone, a knock came from the door. Everyone stopped in their tracks.

Jerome was the first to move. “I’ll get it.” His cheerful voice did not help in the slightest.

I held him back. “No, I’ll get it. Just be quiet,” I glanced at Penguin, then back to Jerome. “Both of you.”

I wiped away any leftover tears, plastered on a smile, and cleared my throat. My hand shook as it reached for the handle. After unlocking it, I opened the door, limiting his line of sight to only me. “Seth!” I said in a sing-song voice.

“Y/N, hi!” Seth tried to push open the door, but I kept it in place. “Um, babe, are you going to let me in?”

“Actually, Seth, I’m not feeling so well. I think I’m just going to go to bed early, if that’s alright.”

Seth’s confusion subsided. “Did you want me to make you some soup or something?”

Again, he tried for the door. “No, no. I just need some rest. I’m sure it’s just a little cold. Nothing a good night’s sleep can’t fix.” I smiled. I could sense the uneasiness emanating from behind me. With the ticking time bomb of an ex boyfriend, I knew it was only a matter of time before Jerome would do something drastic.

“Y/N, really, it’s no biggie. Tonight’s our only night to be with each other. If you’re worried about me getting sick-”

“You’re right,” I lied. “I don’t want you to get sick. I know you don’t have many vacation days, and I wouldn’t want you to waste any of them because of me.”

His hand slipped around my waist and pulled me closer. “It wouldn’t be a waste if I got to spend the whole day with you.” He leaned in for a kiss.

But not before the bomb exploded. Jerome tore me away from Seth and grabbed him by the shirt. Slamming the door shut, Jerome pinned Seth against it. Now that the boys were this close together, I could really notice the height Jerome held in comparison.

“I believe the lady wants some rest,” Jerome hissed. Out of the corner of my eye, I see Penguin slap a hand to his face. I guess I’m not the only to get annoyed by Jerome’s need for showmanship.

Seth’s face drained of color. Contrasting with his dark hair, he truly took the phrase “white as a ghost” to a new level. “Y-you,” he muttered. “I k-know you.”

Jerome let out his signature cackle. “A little starstruck are we? Well, the pleasure is mine. I actually wanted to meet my girl’s excuse for a boyfriend.” His fist tightened around the fabric of Seth’s shirt.

This was getting out of hand. I needed to think of something. “Jerome,” I said walking up to him. I placed my hand lightly on his arm. He always was sensitive to sweet gestures. He said they felt much nicer than his mother’s shoe. “How about we chat over some hot drinks? I’m sure you and Mr. Penguin are tired from your adventure here.”

Still keeping his grip, Jerome looked down to see me give him a small smile. “Sure thing, doll,” he sent another glare toward Seth. “Whatever you say. Do you have any soda?”

I nodded and laughed under my breath. Some things never change. Apparently, not even taste buds after being dead for a year.

Jerome’s POV

I watched her walk to the fridge once she asked her other guests. She still looked amazing after so many months. Her new pet appeared to be watching her as well.

With my hold on his shirt, I shoved him toward the small couch. The two of us sat down as Penguin took a chair from the table. There was enough room to seat three people on the couch, but my clever friend understood that the spot next to me was reserved for someone else.

Y/N came back into the living space and handed out drinks to each person. Noticing my stare, she hesitated before sitting close to me. I wrapped my arm around her shoulders, but before we touched, she helped her kid onto her lap.

That brought me to uncomfortably close quarters with the child. She stared bug-eyed at me, most likely the scars from having my face cut off. Her appearance was uncanny; she looked as if she could actually be Y/N’s daughter. The silence between us as we kept our eyes on the other became unbearable, so I tried giving her a friendly smile.

The girl shrunk back into Y/N, her face turned away from me. Y/N tightened her hold. I knew exactly what that meant. You’re safe now. Everything’s okay. I won’t let anyone hurt you anymore.

“Well,” Y/N offered. “I guess my first question is: How did you two break out?”

I smiled at the memory of the frantic guards. “It’s actually a funny story. You see-”

“Are you serious?!” the pet yelled. He stood up off the couch and stomped toward Y/N. I fought off the urge to snap his neck for even daring to challenge my girl, but the sight of her mirroring his actions reminded me that’s she’s a tough cookie. She can handle problems herself.

“Calm down, Seth,” Y/N pleaded, her voice soft.

The little girl next to me dug deeper into the cushions of the couch in what I knew to be an effort of drowning out the angry voices.

“Calm down? Y/N, they are killers! I can’t believe you would allow them into your apartment. With Abigail, no less!”

“You don’t think I tried to get them to leave? Of course I don’t want them anywhere near my daughter!”

For some reason, Y/N’s confession sent pain to my stomach. I’ve never really cared much for children. But in the circus, it was included in the job description. I looked at the girl one more time, trying to figure out what I liked about her. Was it because she had Y/N’s appearance? Was it because of past experiences with kids in the circus? Was it because, maybe, I deep down wanted Y/N’s daughter to be our daughter?

Then, I figured out why Y/N’s statement hurt. “Are you afraid that I’d hurt your daughter?” I asked, interrupting the argument the couple was having. Both looked to me, he was annoyed, but Y/N seemed shocked by my sudden question.

Y/N turned her attention toward me, causing the pet to become even more furious. In a quiet voice, she began, “Jerome. Of… of course not-”

“Of course she is! You’re a monster! And you look like one too…”

I jumped up in front of him, fighting the urge to end him, not minding the amount or age of the witnesses. In my fury, I almost didn’t notice the tiny body leap to Y/N’s leg. I turned to see the girl clinging for dear life, and Y/N’s arms wrapped tightly around her small frame. The look in Y/N’s eyes gave me the answer I was expecting: distrust. She truly believed that I would do such a thing. Sure, I could be cruel and merciless; torturing was half the fun during any killing. But seeing Y/N fear for her daughter’s life, it seemed as if she thought the same as her boyfriend.

“I’m… not a monster,” I breathed out, trying to calm myself down. I smiled at Y/N, but it didn’t convince her.

“Abigail, sweetie, go to your room.” Another blow to the gut. The child reluctantly let go of her guardian’s leg, but quickly followed the order given to her. With the child gone, I didn’t need to restrain myself as much.

I glanced to Penguin, only to find him shake his head. He knew what I was planning.

The pet continued his accusations. “See? I told you she fears you. She wouldn’t trust you to water her plants. You monster.”

The soda can in my hand wasn’t the most appealing option for a weapon, but it was certainly the easiest to grab.

Soon, the aluminum cut open a gash across his forehead, and he collapsed to the floor, clutching his head. I couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of his growing migraine. Y/N ran to his side on the floor and tried using she long sleeve to stop the bleeding.

Penguin made sure to lock the door and windows, and he also shut the blinds. He left to go into the kitchen, I assumed to fetch some water to clean the mess. We may have only just met, but he knew well enough that once I started a task, I would finish it.

“Jerome! How could yo-”

I pulled Y/N up to my level and whispered close to her ear, “Because you’ll always be mine.” I kissed her ear. “And I don’t share.”

She struggled in my hold. Being the generous person that I am, I let go of her. To give her a few moments to say goodbye to her pet.

The blood gushed out from under his hand. Y/N leaned down to him. “Seth, I’m so sorry. I have some gauze and bandages in the bathroom. I’ll go get them for you. I’ll come right back as quickly as possible, okay?” She could only speak in short sentences due to the fragility of her voice. This is a time when her pure heart and extreme empathy are a curse.

Before she stood up again, Y/N placed her hands on the pet’s face and kissed him right in the mouth. I seethed with rage at her betrayal. But I knew that it would only be another minute.

Then she’ll be mine like she always has been. But this time, she’ll know it.

So focused on her mission, Y/N didn’t even look at me as she left toward another room. I walked in front of the wounded thief. He slowly raised his eyes to me. There is was: the look of defeat. He knew what was coming next. He knew it was the end.

“You stole her from me,” I wagged a finger at him. “It’s not nice to take what’s not yours.”

Y/N’s POV

Bandages. Bandages. Where are those stupid bandages?!

I could tell that Seth started to feel light-headed by the way he barely kissed back.

As I searched the bathroom for the first-aid kit, it dawned on me what I had just done: I left Seth wounded and alone with the terrible Jerome Valeska who had moments ago struck him across the head with a soda can. Jerome saw me kiss Seth, the man who had started the ordeal. J was certainly furious with me. And Penguin knew better than to face an angry Jerome.

So I left Seth defenseless in the living room amidst two infamous murderers.

I bolted out of the bathroom and rushed into the living room. Time seemed to slow down as I saw Jerome lift the soda can. My mouth opened, but nothing came out. My feet were glued to their spot on the floor. A metallic sound rang out as Jerome forcefully brought the can down. The sound of a dropping body could be heard shortly after. Although the couch blocked my view, I knew that it had been Seth who fell to the floor. I also knew by the grin on Jerome’s distorted face that Seth wouldn’t be getting up.

Suddenly, time raced back up to speed. My knees lost their strength and hit the tile. Jerome looked over to see me sob, his expression one of pride. My head throbbed, and the approaching footsteps thundered in my ears. The world blurred through my tears. My throat burned from the inhuman noises my cries were making. I felt two strong hands grab my shoulders.

Fear completely engulfed me. And so did the surrounding blackness.

Part 3

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I Hope Not (Jerome x Reader) Part 1

I wanted to practice writing Jerome’s character more, so I wrote this. It was supposed to be a one-shot, but it turned into a 4 part short story.

The POV changes often (sorry) and there’s some swearing throughout the 4 parts, just warning you all. Also, this takes place after the most current episode. Happy reading!

Y/N’s POV “Abigail!”

Supper was almost ready and my daughter sat in her bedroom, working on her latest drawing. I grabbed the potato masher and finished the last touch on our food. I wrapped the hot pads around the handles of the metal pot and carried it over the table. Our apartment may be small, but I’m thankful it’s large enough to fit a dining table. The counter in the kitchen is always messy after cooking meals.

The table was set with two plates, utensils, and a freshly made meal. Still no sign of a five-year old girl.

“Abi!-”

“I’m here! I’m here!” a small girl ran in and jumped into her assigned seat. “What’s for supper?” She sniffed the air and took the lid off the pot.

I swatted her hand away. “First, say grace.” I placed my hands around hers and we said our thanks for the hot food that we are granted with, while other families may not be so lucky. We let go of each other’s hands. “There’s mashed potatoes in the large pot and hot dogs in the smaller pot. Oh! I forgot the ketchup. Could you grab that, sweetie?”

“Sure thing, mommy!”

?’s POV Sirens blared around us. I had to admit: my companion moved fast for an invalid.

“Now where can we go?” he asked in a hush, obviously irritated. “The police are going to be looking for us everywhere. Did you even plan this far ahead?”

Ugh. He thinks I’m an idiot who can’t solve problems without making a scene. “I know what I’m doing.”

Red and blue lights flashed against the wall of the alley as a cop car rushed by. “Really?” he snapped. “Because it looks like to me-”

I shoved his tiny body into the wall. His feet no longer touched the ground, so he was finally up to my height. “Listen here, birdman. I got us out of that hellhole. If it wasn’t for me, you’d still be hearing the screams of the insane.” I dropped him to the ground. In truth, I didn’t plan our destination once we left Arkham. I only focused on getting the hell out.

But then, an idea popped into my head. I grinned at my new ally. “I know exactly the place to hide out.” Towering over him, I asked, “how would you like to meet an old friend of mine?”

Y/N’s POV “Do you really need that much butter on your potatoes?”

“Do you really need that much ketchup on your hot dog?”

I couldn’t help but smile at our petty argument. Sometimes being a single mom was a stressful job; the bills certainly made that clear. But I wouldn’t trade Abi for all the money in the world.

As I stared in wonder at my growing girl, three knocks hit the apartment door. Abigail and I glanced first at the door then to each other. “I’ll get it-”

“No!” I shouted in haste. Abi plopped back down in her chair with a huff. I wasn’t expecting company at this time, and in Gotham, you can never be too safe. Even in your own home.

I arose from my chair and made my way to the door as another set of knocks rang.

?’s POV I knocked again, a little harder than before. She had to be inside. She lived here when I was taken to Arkham the second time. And she was hardly one to hide just because of a reunion visit.

“Are you sure about this? We’re sitting ducks in here.”

“Oh, come on. Lighten up, pal.” I chuckled. “If it’s not the person that I want it to be, then we’ll just kill ‘em and take the apartment for ourselves. Though, it’d be a shame if we didn’t have someone to share it with.”

“You don’t even know if your person lives here-”

A familiar face disrupted our conversation.

Y/N’s POV I couldn’t breathe.

He was arrested. He was in Arkham.

He was at my door.

“Hey, doll.” That smile. “Did you miss me?”

Without a second thought, I pulled both men in through the door and locked it. I lean against the door in fear that my legs would give out. “Jerome, what are you doing here?”

He looked around the room before walking toward me. “Well, you see, we were just out for a stroll, and it’s starting to get dark, so we came here for a place to sleep.”

“Well,” I mocked. “You’re just going to have to go somewhere else.”

In seconds, Jerome pressed me against the door with an arm by each side of my head. His face closed in to mine. Oh Lord, his face: the ends of his lips pulled toward his ears and a large scar circled around the outside. His hot breath hit my lips as he panted in anger. “I’m sorry, did that sound like a question? Let me be more clear: we’re staying here for awhile. And you’re not gonna tell anyone.”

I couldn’t help my eyes from traveling to his lips. We’ve been in this position before. We both knew how it ended.

But before either of us could move, a small voice squeaked from beside Jerome’s leg. “Leave Mommy alone!”

I forgot about Abigail. Shock rendered my body powerless. My fearless daughter punched the psychopath in the knee, but it barely phased him. If anything, he looked just as bewildered.

With my fuming little girl so close to Jerome, a murderer, the silence that followed was even more surprising. I’d never met nor seen someone cause the great Jerome Valeska to draw a blank. When he finally did find his voice, he only had one word to say, “‘Mommy’?”

Jerome moved away from me to get a better look at Abi. That slight motion kicked my motherly instincts into gear. I swooped down and ran toward the kitchen with her gripped in my arms. I glared at Jerome in warning.

“I didn’t know you had a daughter.” Jerome sounded broken. This killer who laughed at the sight of blood was now wounded by one word. Oddly enough, I found that more unsettling than his murderous ways.

Confusion. That’s all I felt. The hold on my daughter loosened, and I eventually set her down, but kept her close. Why did he care so much?

Jerome’s POV A daughter. Of course she’s married and has a child. What man would pass up the opportunity to have a lady such as Y/N? Here I thought she would wait for me; I promised her that I’d come back to her. That I’d love her always. I guess we’ve changed a lot since the first time we met at the circus years ago.

It was like love at first sight, something I never believed in until then. She was a shining sun, her light and warmth felt by everyone who saw her smile. Her amount of sympathy was unheard of in Gotham. I swore she was an angel. A true gem I found buried beneath the dirt and blackness of my life. When Y/N found out about my mother and her ways, she begged me to leave with her. She would turn 18 in a few months, and then we could go wherever we wanted to in the whole country. The whole world. But I wanted to be free of my mother for good.

I should’ve seen this coming. When I visited her after I reawoke, she seemed relieved to see me alive, horrified by my face, and now that I think about it, a little…nervous. I came in the dead of night, far past the child’s bedtime. But something wasn’t right about the girl. I had a suspicion, but I needed one answer before I could put the pieces together.

“How old is she?” I asked.

Y/N tugged the girl to her side. “Five.”

I knew it. I stormed up to her and shoved the girl away. Placing my hands to Y/N’s throat, I lifted her until her toes barely touched the tiles. “You whore.” I breathed into her face.

“Mommy!”

“Jerome.” My fellow escapee prefered quiet confrontation. But frankly, Y/N had all my attention.

“J… please…” Y/N whispered in breathless gasps. Her whole body shook. “Please what, doll? Please don’t hurt the child that you had five years ago and never told me about? We started dating two years ago!”

Her hands began rubbing circles on my knuckles. The simple gesture caused me to let go of her throat. She used to do this when I was upset, usually by my mother. I never had to give her my reason for being angry. As much as she was concerned, I needed comfort from a stressful situation.

She kept my hands in hers, her delicate fingers made light outlines around each knuckle like clouds moving across the sky. Her thumbs pressed gently into my palms. I focused on her movements, trying my best to calm down like she had taught me years ago.

“I met Abigail three years ago.” she spoke as lightly as her touch. “Her brother was my closest friend at the time, so it was no surprise that the two of us learned to get along. But it turned out that their family was extremely dysfunctional: the father was abusive, the mother ran away in fear for her own life, and the son, my good friend, began a life of crime. Eventually, the family was torn apart, leaving the four-year old to fend for herself. Without any family to care for her, I asked to take her in myself. Trust me, it was a lot of hassle and paperwork,” she smiled at the small girl. “But I wouldn’t trade her for the world.”

There it was: her inner beauty voiced in words. I could no longer contain myself. I pulled my hands from hers and grabbed her face. I hungrily kissed her mouth. I missed that sweet taste for so long, but something was off. She refused to kiss me back and seconds later, she pushed me away. Y/N was still gentle in her movements, but for some reason that hurt more than a staple in the face.

I looked into her sad eyes and knew before she even said it.

Part 2

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psyc-hot-ic-gingers-kitten · 7 years ago

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IMAGINE: Being an upstanding Gothamite receiving an award for your devotion to public medical service. However, the ceremony doesn’t go as planned when Jerome Valeska and his gang of lunatics burst in a disrupt the program. Once you come face to face with the psychopath, due to your extensive medical knowledge, you gently scold him for stapling his face back into place.

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“Congratulations Y/N L/N.” The award presenter said into the mic.

There was a roar of applause as you gracefully stood from your seat; a row of pearly white teeth on full display. You glided up onto the stage and continued to move towards it center where the microphone stood. As soon as you stood still, several photographers began to flash their cameras in your face.

“When I realize how high Gotham crime rates are compared to the typical U.S. metropolis, I felt compelled to do something about it. You see, Gotham,” You paused hearing a faint crash outside of the banquet hall you and about a hundred of Gotham’s elites filled. Silence fell again. You continued speaking. “Gotham is more than just a city. It’s my home. I see good people here. I see light. I see potential. I see-“

Someone crashed through the doors to the hall before letting free a round of machine gun fire into the ceiling causing the grand chandelier to crash onto the marble floor below. You immediately ducked down to hide behind the podium.

Even through the chaos and screaming, a single man’s maniacal laughter could be heard.

“But he’s dead…” You whispered to yourself.

Suddenly you felt something cool and hard press up against the back of your head. You let out a yelp. “Don’t move. Finger’s on the trigger doll.”

“Everybody out!” The same croaky voice shouted out. His voice seemed strained; like his vocal chords had been stretched out too far.

“Now get up and turn around slowly.”

You obeyed, obviously. The thought of getting shot in the back of the head was far from appealing.

It was Jerome Valeska. He had a grotesque face that appeared much more stretched out than the last time you’d seen him, you know, right before he died. Then you noticed the boarder of staples across the outer remnants of his face.

“You should’ve stitched it on.” You whispered. For a moment, you hadn’t realized you’d said what you’d said out loud.

“What?” Jerome spat, though a twinge of amusement could be deciphered in his voice. He moved the gun from your head to your chest.

“Your face. You should’ve stitched it on. And used an antiseptic. I doubt you’ll be getting to a hospital any time soon to treat your…situation.”

Jerome stifled a cackle. “Clear out!” He cried out to his goons.

As soon as his posse were no longer in the banquet hall, Jerome turned his full attention to you once again. “Well aren’t you just a little ass!” A roll of laughter spilled from his lips.

“One of Gotham’s greatest villains taken out by an easily preventable infection. What a way to end your career.” There was no way of knowing where your sudden courage had emerged from. It was almost as if Jerome ignited this hidden fire within you you hadn’t known you’d had.

“You think I’m great?” Jerome questioned with a whisper in your ear while seizing you up and pulling you into his chest. He bit down onto your earlobe gently.

“You’d be even greater if you’d let me go.”

Jerome grasped onto you tighter before picking you up and slinging you over his shoulder. “C’mon cupcake. We’re going to the fair!”

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psyc-hot-ic-gingers-kitten · 7 years ago

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I was tagged by the fantastic @mhvaleska - Thank you

1st rule: You are given a group of statements, bold the comments that are true. 2nd rule: tag 10 people you want to get to know better.

APPEARANCE

I am 5′7 or taller I wear glasses I have at least one tattoo I have at least one piercing I have blond hair I have brown eyes I have short hair I have or had braces

PERSONALITY

I love meeting new people People tell me I’m funny Helping others with their problems is a big priority of mine I enjoy physical challenges I enjoy mental challenges I am playfully rude to people I know I started saying something ironically and now I can’t stop saying it There is something I would change about my personality

ABILITY

I can sing well I can play an instrument I can do over 30 pushups without stopping I am a fast runner I can draw well I have a good memory I am good at doing math in my head I can hold my breath underwater for over a minute I have beaten at least two people at arm wrestling I can make at least three recipes from scratch

HOBBIES

I enjoy sports I am or was on a sports team at my school or somewhere else I’m in an orchestra or choir at my school or somewhere else I have learned a new song in the past week I exercise at least once a week I have gone for runs at least once a week in warmer months I have drawn something in the past month I enjoy writing Fandoms are my #1 priority I do some form of martial arts

EXPERIENCES

I have had my first kiss I have had alcohol I have scored a winning point in a sport I have watched an entire TV series in one sitting I have been to an overnight event I have been in a taxi I have been in a hospital or ER in the past year I have beaten a video game in one day I have visited another country I have been to one of my favourite bands concerts

MY LIFE

I have one person I consider my best friend I live relatively close to my school/work My parents are still together I have at least one sibling I live in the United States There is snow where I live right now I have hung out with a friend in the past month I have a smartphone I own at least 15 CDs I share my room with someone

RELATIONSHIPS

I am in a relationship I have a crush on a celebrity I have/had a crush on somebody I know I’ve been in at least 3 relationships I have never been in a relationship I have admitted my feelings to a crush I get crushes easily I have had a crush for over a year I have been in a relationship for over a year I have had feelings for a friend

RANDOM

I have break-danced I know a person named Jamie I have had a teacher whose name is hard to pronounce I have dyed my hair I am listening to a song on repeat right now I have punched someone in the past week I know someone who has gone to jail I have broken a bone I have eaten a waffle today I know what I want to do in life I speak at least two languages I have made a friend in the past year

Tagging:@atomic-poison-ivy @maniaxharley @queencobblefreezestuff @jeromes-harley @jeromesconfessions @jeromefuckyeah @jeromevaleskr @jeromesxreader16 @gotham-daily @thejokerimagines @valeskababe @jerome-valeskalaughs @jeromevaleskatheboss @sadisticallyharley @mhvaleska @camonaghantrash

I understand that this is not everyone’s thing and that is absolutely fine.

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