#Innocent Jerome Valeska

[simpingwriter]

Jerome Valeska

x

Faith Wayne/Phoenix

'All you need is

a bit of Faith'

pt.9

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Phoenix takes Jerome for a ride and soon after beats in some faces, to be able to give the pretty ginger his second lesson of the day.

And does the boy slowly start to find his voice again thanks to Phoenix's lead?

Enjoy! :)

Word Count: approx. 3.600 Words

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You left through the front door of the Apartment with Jerome, like a decent human being for once and not through the window again. Once out of the apartment building, you enter the most recent, possible addresses into your watch, activating the GPS of it that's connected to your personal "Batcycle". Though Dick is right with his opinion, that it's less a BATcycle than a Phoenixcycle. But the latter sounds incredibly stupid, so you stick with your dad's version for it until you're grazed with the right name during a warm shower.

Wordlessly, you start to cross the street, Jerome following close behind, tagging along with blind trust. Of course you pulled out a different pair of your shorts beforehand, still having been unable to find the strength to NOT stare straight downwards when he isn't looking. And if even you lost this battle, how would other women or certain men without your training of self-control react??

Jerome is just about to ask you where you're taking him, until with the press of a button on the screen of the same watch, you uncover the hiding spots of your previously cloaked vehicle.

"Wait…we're taking the Batcycle?!" Not THE batcycle, one of them, but yes. That's why you made him take the helmet, because while you gave two rat's nasty shitholes about helmets, you didn't want him to hurt himself in case his grip grows weak or you accidentally forget he's on as well and take a corner too sharp. Has all happened before and with every time something along the kind happened, you loved helmets more and more for existing.

You and Damian still have a secret that you keep from your dad, preferably taking it to each of your graves, about how you two went on Patrol together and he practically begged you on his knees – yes, you're still talking about Damian, the Gremlin you call your half-brother – to take him for a ride during it, since he of course wasn't allowed to drive himself yet, having been 12 years only at that point of the event.

And since he weighs basically nothing while on the bike, you…well…you kinda forgot he is on there and while you took a corner so tight it turned into you drifting, you only heard him shout your name a few meters already behind you.

Damian fell off your motorcycle that night, thankfully besides a few scratches nothing happened, but damn, you BOTH almost shat your costumes that patrol, yes even Damian, the kid that argues that he fears nothing. He fears your driving style since then.

"Yes we are, that's the helmet for. Put it on and hurry up. The longer we wait, the more time he has to find out that nothing happens to him…well, law-wise. A broken rib or two? Yeah, he won't escape THAT." He is quick to nod and follow your instructions, letting you get on first, watching with constant interest as you sit down on your cape. If you didn't, chances were high he gets smacked by it…and falls off. And still, you wanted to avoid that. 

Once you give him the okay, he carefully sits behind you, but you help out a bit when he hesitates about holding onto you. "I don't bite…too hard...i mean, unless you want me to leave a mark." You tease, looking over your shoulder with a toothy, mischievous grin after you made sure that he held on tightly. "Do NOT ease your grip, if anything, hold on even tighter if you're worried. And tell me when I'm going too fast for you." While you couldn't see it, because of the helmet, the shaking of his hands and his nod told you enough of his current mood: two inches away from shitting enough bricks to remodel Wayne Manor. But you didn't know if it was because of the ride alone, since the Batcycle isn't exactly slow – Your Dad's, yours and those of your siblings all got equal Speed – or maybe even from the close proximity right now?

He did after all even flinch from you just touching his thigh as Faith back in Jim's Car yesterday. Was it that far off to think that he simply isn't used to getting touched, or at least, getting touched without it leaving a bruise or a cut afterwards? What a depressing thought and possibility...but you could understand it. Been like that when you were still young and had only recently been taking in by your Father and Alfred as well, flinching and dodging at every moment you felt their hands coming even close to you. It took a whole year for you to lose all your physical restraint, to actively hug Dad or Alfred, and respectively your adoptive brothers as well.

"Relax, everything is going to be fine." But no matter how serious and honest your words were meant, they wouldn't just erase all the former pain he went through like that, and you knew that, it didn't erase all of yours back then either. You wished they had, that you would've let dad in earlier. Because now that you knew of the dangers of not only his but also now your...life...you were made aware of how quickly you could lose the people you cared for the most.

You still remembered the day the Joker killed Jason, like it was yesterday, the pain of hearing the news from Dad...

Following the GPS through the streets, you kept your eyes out for anything of similar suspicion in different alleyways and so on. After all you're still on Patrol either way, though Day-Patrols usually were much much calmer than the more common night ones. Since Gotham's Criminal Underworld Slime more often crawled out of their holes at night, so it wasn't much use to do Patrols during daylight. With more and more time spent on the bike, you felt Jerome slightly relax into it. And with that, you didn't mean the ride itself, no, that clearly still had him on the edge.

You meant the close body contact. He seemed much more alright with actively holding onto you now, pressing himself into your smaller back, his arms wrapped around your waist, presumably to not have to witness the actual levels of speed your bodies currently traveled at. Good news for him and "his" underwear – thank the gods for you owning some boxershorts for comfort's sake – then that you reached the first address, and from the noise coming from one of the warehouses, it seems like you had hit the right spot on the first try. Unusual but you wouldn't turn your nose at that. "You good?" You turn to ask him once you get off the motorcycle, concealing it once more like earlier. Despite the jacket you gave him, he shook. So he couldn't push onto the fact that he was cold.

He was probably scared shitless from the whole ride, so you were quick to pull the helmet off of his head with some gentleness that was rare for Phoenix, placing it into the nearest bush for departure later before coming back to the ginger, watching him try to tame his now wild ginger locks, "You drive like a maniac..." Well, duh…you got places to be, you don't have the time to stop at red lights or remember traffic rules, "...Would you rather drive then?" That made him slightly frown at you, crossing his arms, "Me and which driver's license?" Which made you laugh almost too loud for the current situationand place you're in, throwing your head back before you calmed yourself down again, "Good…good fucking joke. You think I got an official license?? Never made one...yet, but the GCPD knows that I can drive and that it's the last thing on my list of intentions to hurt innocent people while driving." Plus, while you ignored some basic rules for driving regularly, like driving on the wrong side and so on…you knew them, you knew them very well. 

You drove like a normal person when in Gotham as your normal self too, you just don't get pulled aside because the Police knows you – still meaning Faith in that case – that you're basically the left hand of Gordon. And someone who works for the Commissioner has to have a license, right?! Nah. You're lucky that they are that naive, and at the same time, it worries you about the general intelligence the officers have…

"You don't have one?" "Learned how to drive from my dad, Red Hood and Batman." One of the "three" was a horrible teacher for driving. No, it's not Batman.

Usually it was Alfred who taught every Robin how to handle the vehicles you get to use during Patrols, but when it was your turn, Alfred had just broken his arm due to a soapy mistake from Jason trying to clean up in the kitchen. So of course, as punishment – which indirectly ended up being one for you as well, as one might deduct from your driving skill/style – it became Jason's stand-in job to teach you the basics. Worst decision…well one of them…your dad ever made.

The absolute worst was fucking your hellspawn of a mother nearly 19 years ago, creating you in the process, but that's a different kind of subject for a different kind of day. Definitely not fitting for today.

"I'm guessing your connections to the GCPD kept you on the street for that long?" Jerome went on to ask as you two crossed the street to get to the warehouses lined up at the riverside, "Hit the nail on the head, yeah." Then, you signal him to keep quiet from now on, to stay back further until you gave him the sign that he could come in. You didn't need him to get hurt because you dragged him into gunfire and overly aggressive Gang Members. To that came that you needed all your focus on defending yourself already, having to split your attention on keeping him fucking alive would put you into danger as well.

Once you have managed to stash the boy away behind some crates outside the warehouse, you pull out your grapple gun from the tool belt, aiming at the roof's edge. "See you in a bit, pretty boy." Of course you had to drop that nickname again, who would you be if you didn't tease him every five minutes to watch the blood shoot back up into his face and his dark green eyes widen with shock. 

Though this time you didn't get much time to admire the effect your words had on him, already getting pulled up to the roof when you finished speaking to him, using your hands to pull yourself up the edge at the end before slowly making your way over to one of the few roof access hatches. You had so many encounters in so many building types and places, that you knew some of the ways they were built better than you knew what kind of clothes you owned. The latter was getting out of control anyways, you need to clean up again soon-

Shaking your head, you get back to the actual problem at hand, dropping down through the hatch onto one of the horizontal metal beams holding the warehouse together and stable during storms. From up here, you had the perfect view downwards to the culprits of all that noise, two separate groups in the middle of a deal.

And with them? The suspect, visibly anxious from his body language. He still thought that he was in danger after the day you caught him at the crime scene. Why the hell did he return anyways if it was a crime related to Penguin and not a personal one? Usually these types of murders don't result in the killer returning, but instead in reporting his actions to whomever he worked for, for protection in case of repercussions. Repercussions in the form of a vigilante's fist, foot or weapon.

…

What if it wasn't a Penguin-related murder but actually personal?

Just because he worked for that short, stumbling umbrella obsesses prick, doesn't mean every crooked thing he does is for the Penguin, as Cobblepot had a thing for taking henchmen that already weren't "innocent little boys" to begin with. Usually they had their history with law enforcement before, or even the Vigilantes if they and their bones were unfortunate…

The deal itself was common, but currently doing its rounds at the many riverside warehouses again more than elsewhere: Gun Trades, of course. Let's hope only the ones they're holding are loaded. Then again, whoever the second group is from are from and the Penguin are not exactly friends of their henchmen using the guns, "the precious ware", in trade without explicit Permission from either one of the "Bosses". The day you take fucking Oswald Cobblepot serious is the day your life takes a healthy turn, you'll start a family and all. Fuck, as of you get to settle down, ever. Especially with the conscious knowledge keeping you awake that these criminals will have field day with the day you "retire", just like with anyone else that was part of your crime-fighting family.

But that will never happen, so no kids pulling at your pant legs, constantly endangered by your second life at night. At least something you can be certain of is that Cobblepot will always stay a goddamn joke in your eyes. One easily killed Joke, but your Dad of course doesn't let you, because it's against the rules he taught you all, even Jason. While he is right, and you kept to that rule...mostly, it was also such a goddamn…Bore.

Spying out the deal from above, you pinned down the actual number of threats, and calculated how many would potentially run away. The suspect would belong to that group, from what you watched, as he was obviously still very jumpy as you previously deducted. But you couldn't have that, he was the main target in all of this, you needed him here, you needed him conscious.

So a smoke bomb it was.

As soon as it hits the ground, dispersing the light powder inside all around its usual area, you put on your mouth guard against it. "Well hello there, boys! So sorry I had to blow up your little get-together…by the way, you still know each other from school by any chance?!" Was your witty remark, having jumped down to take out the first two with your feet, their short lived grunts your good to go before you continue with the others.

From the corner of your eyes, you saw the main target of yours trying to slip away by using the chaos that now broke out, which was quickly hindered by a quick hip-aimed fire of your gun. Non lethal rubber bullets, just like Jason, of course. But they were still very much capable of fracturing bones and internal bleeding if used right or…"wrong".

The howl coming from the target indicated a fracture though, or at least, he wouldn't be able to run anymore when you checked up on him and he still laid in the same spot, whimpering to himself while holding his hit leg.

Reholstering the gun, you turned back to his friends, immediately getting to dodge their blind attempts at swinging their fists into you or with their makeshift weapons of…oh yeah…yeah…crowbars. Everyone's not favorite. 

Swiftly you kick some of them out of their hands, the metal clanking across the warehouse floor. Can't they just give up for once? You're not here for them anyways!

Not two minutes later, the smoke bomb finally settled again, you had incapacitated every one of them, using some zip ties for now to hold them here till you had informed the GCPD. That left only one.

"...seems like you're the last one for me to deal with, huh?" You call out with a lazy grin, taking your time walking over to him as you re-pocket the flare you didn't need, knowing there was nowhere to run for him. "Jerome! You can come in now!!" Was the next thing you shout, already dragging the complaining man behind you to one of the other metal beams that support the weight of the roof.

Turns out, he was already watching anyway, coming out from behind the massive warehouse door, mouth hanging wide open as he stared at the aftermath of your fiery encounter, the smellof singed clothes and plastic hanging in the air. "Holy shit…that was so fucking badass!" He exclaims, unfreezing from his shock, covering ground while stepping unfazed over the unconscious bodies of the criminals. "Didn't I tell you to stay behind the crates?" "Well…yeah.. but-" "You got too curious?" He nods sheepishly, expecting you to stay angry at him, just like his mother would have probably. But why should you, it wasn't too dangerous, they didn't have any guns besides the ones in the crates. If anything: he finally seems to find his own free will in himself again, something that was stripped away forcefully from him when he grew up. Curiosity is important to an extent, especially for self growth. But usually that's a lesson for kids...not an almost 19 year old boy.

"It's fine, come here and help me, we need to tie him against this beam…" you order, motioning him over with your head and holding out another zip tie to him. "W-what do you fucking want from me?!" The man asks with a stutter in his voice, clearly very aware of how fucked he was the same moment he knew it was Phoenix who blew up whatever weapons deal was about to happen here. "Eh…just some answers to some questions. In exchange…hmm…" you act like you're thinking about it for a moment, until you grin at him, menacingly. Because who are you shitting here, you and Jerome knew exactly what you would press against him.

The sole reason you looked for him, this pain in the ass!

"In exchange, I won't drag you with my bike all the way across the pavement of Gotham to the precinct for the Commissioner himself to deal with you…I know what you did, you're behind the murder at the Asylum two weeks ago." With a tone that erased any chance of him suspecting that you were technically just guessing. But to be fair, it was pretty certain it was him. "W-wh-what?!" Here comes the denia- "How did you find out it was me?!" Or not. Huh. 

Then he scoffs, grasping his last bit of confidence it felt like as he looks you directly into your masked white eyes, "You work with Batman, you're nothing but one of his stupid Sidekicks, you can't- AHHH!" Okay, so maybe mild intimidation won't pull here today (plus no one calls you a sidekick), so without much of a warning, you had pulled back your leg quickly. And kicked with full strength into his upper ribs, watching him ring for air in his lungs now, spit dripping from his mouth as he coughs. Soon the tears followed and you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt, getting close and personal.

"With the help of a little bird, saw you at the crime scene about…three days ago? They were kind enough to give me your description to…deal…with you." Cracking your knuckles loudly at the end, starting the mild intimidation for now as he was already breathing heavily. Hyperventilating and passed out, he would be of no use to you.

"Listen, you small fry fool, never think that just because me and the others aren't the Bat himself that we can't deal the same terrible cards as him. Now I recommend following my rules by spilling what your tiny little pea brain has stored up there…and I won't indebt you with a mile long hospital bill after I'm done with you." Was your hissed threat, throwing him back against the ground and metal beam, his head bouncing off the latter. 

You would be here for quite a while if he was as stubborn as he made himself out to be-

"Fine…fine…i- i-i'll talk!" Booo, what a boring ass show, next channel...

Frowning, you kneel down to his current height, shaking your head, "You guys really know how to ruin one's fun, damn. Well fine then, I will take you for your word…" looking up to Jerome, you stand back up, take a few steps back and cross your arms. "I'll start with an easy one: Was the murder Cobblepot's order? …or was it personal?" Because if it actually turned out to be because of a personal dispute with the victim, you could still bring him in to Gordon.

Sure, you just said you wouldn't. But that was in case it's the first option you gave him with this question…plus that meant you wouldn't drag him behind your batcycle. It was a huge mistake to take everything you specifically said at face value, having taken a liking to be a bit of a deceiver and trickster towards people that had a negative standing with you. Yeah okay, you did that with your Brothers too every once in a while. Just to mess with them though.

Jerome first looked a bit surprised at the second question, since he thought you were certain that it was a job done for the Penguin. But clearly that wasn't the case anymore as you glare at the man.

"...That man was my brother."

Oh dear. Fratricide. Flavorful murder.

Didn't answer your actual question though, so with one boot getting placed on his already hurting ankle, you lean over him against the beam, "But was it for the Penguin, fucking hell!" "NO! That…that bastard fucked my sister!" Wait, wait, wait...what? His sister? But they were brothers. "You mean-" "He was ADOPTED! Now please...my foot!!!" Following his pitiful plea, you take your own foot off of his, still glaring at him, "Fine…"

What could you ask nex-

"Is the Penguin having any other similar deals like this soon?" Was that just…Jerome? Eyebrows pulled up as high as they possibly could be, you half turn towards the ginger, who looked like he tried so hard to seem tough. He did a bit, but he still looked like a partially kicked puppy, standing a bit awkward behind you. But unexpected or not, it drew a smile on your formerly cold, more calculated face. Once you knew that he saw your silent approval of his sudden decision to speak up, you're facing the man again.

"What he asked. Speak, or I fuck up your second ankle and make you walk a mile or two." Maybe ten. Depends on your mood to hurt criminals without killing them. That must've sounded anything but fun to him, you don't even know why, and he shook his head violently, "N-NO ANYTHING BUT THAT! I...rather fry in Blackgate …Penguin...he made some of his higher men plan a heist on Gotham's Main Centre Bank. It's supposed to happen any week next month, but nothing specific has been dated yet…please…p-please, I don't know anymore!" More? He knew of a planned heist, even if not exactly when, but it's going to be enough for the Batcomputer back home. That and hearing out some more of the said higher-ups in Cobblepot's ranks. An easy job for everyone.

"Jerome, call the GCPD, to come pick up the crooks around us." You tell the ginger while kneeling down to take the man off the metal beam, throwing your phone into his fumbling arms. He did so immediately, explaining the situation, and without having to tell him, he let's it sound like he is a civilian that came across these men already out cold. Such a good boy he is. Don't good boys deserve a little treat?

"Wait? Where are you taking me?" "The Precinct." Was the only thing you said for now, re-doing his zipties once getting him onto his one healthy foot, dragging him forward until you reached Jerome. "You thought ahead, didn't tell them you're with me, pretty boy." And before he could reply to that, you pull him down by the old baggy t-shirt of yours he wore now, placing a near feather-light kiss on the corner of his lips, his eyes widening like saucers, before getting back to the main task at hand and walking past him to get back to the Batcycle. 

"Are you coming or not?" "...O-of course, Phoenix!" Not just a good boy. A good boy that's pretty and smart.

[hoffmanstits-enjoyer]

Jerome: if i had a nickel for every time i died and got impersonated, i'd have two nickels.

Jerome: which isn't a lot but it's weird it happened twice.

[i-smoke-chapstick]

Hi! Plz may I request smth super smutty and likely weird with the Valeska twins and a dom reader? (Hell, make it poly if you want!😏😉 if not, separate is also fine🥰 ) I just love the thought of those two getting fucked senseless, they'd be so pretty 😘 maybe including but by no means limited to: pegging, slight mommy kink, edging, over stim, bondage... etc... and followed up by some really fluffy aftercare 🥰

As for a song, my brain keeps going back to Mz. Hyde by Halestorm. So that, I guess!

‘MZ. HYDE,

-GOTHAM!VALESKA TWINS X READER-

⋆ 𝐒𝐘𝐍𝐎𝐏𝐒𝐈𝐒 ; The Valeska twins meet their match ;)

⋆ tags/warnings. GOTHAM!valeska twins x female reader. SMUT!!! wrote hcs ahh!! FemDom!reader, readers a brat tamer. THREESOME!! Bondage, pegging, overstimulation, mommy kink, and more!!! some incestous undertones on jerome’s part but not really. I love dom!reader sm <3 ty for this request gave me a random burst of motivation. Fluffy aftercare ofc <3 our boys need love !!! after getting their brains fucked out

♫ “I will gently violate your mind, before I tuck you in / my poison is your remedy.” Mz. Hyde by Halestorm

⋆ Taming these boys is hard, but boy is it worth it.

⋆ First and foremost, how you ever managed to get them to share you is a miracle. But, reader, you have the both of them wrapped around your finger.

⋆ They are both completely two different types of subs, but both brats in different ways. Jerome especially.

⋆ Starting off with Jerome, he practically feeds off everything you say. He vies for your attention so desperately, and your degradtion; for both him and his brother alike. Every word you say, he’s hanging off of. He’s so desperate to be punished, it’s hard to resist.

⋆ Jerome is definitely a lot more teasing. He’ll stretch out on the kingsized mattress in all his glory, preening like a cat, ready to be taken. His eyes light up in a crazed expectation, excitement filling him. His cock is throbbing at your words. Every single “You’re a sick fucking animal.” You utter to him while he writhes below you, he loves. He gets drunk on being degraded.

⋆ Speaking of which, he wants to be fucked like an animal in heat. If you two are fucking, he’ll want to grab your hips, whining loudly, trying to control your movements. You’ll have to slap his hands away, and he’ll pout and growl. If you’re pegging him, he’s grinning and giggling like a maniac, trying to spew out vague jokes and insults, only for you to shut him up with each thrust. When you hit that sweet spot inside of him, his eyes are rolling back, and he’s pausing in his speech- faltering under your touch.

⋆ He also loves watching you peg his brother; it’s thrilling for him to see his typically always-in-control brother who typically ruins his fun be shut up for once and just take it. He’ll laugh and point as he watches, 100% getting off on the degradation of his brother.

⋆ “How’s it feel, brother?” Jerome is taunting, palming his cock in his hand, making fun of Jeremiah. Jeremiah isn’t pleased in the slightest, but it’s hard to snarl something back when he’s getting his hole fucked deep and senseless.

⋆ I’ve mentioned before, Jerome never shuts up. So you’ll have to make him. Make that ginger CHOKE on your strap-on, shoving it down his throat. Watch him wildly gag and look up at you with big almost innocent eyes. His spit will dribble down onto the make-shift cock, making a sloppy mess of his mouth.

⋆ Jeremiah is much more composed, but also gets a kick out of finally seeing his brother shut the fuck up for once in his life.

⋆ Unlike Jerome, Jeremiah is much more hesitant to be dominated, pegged, or tied up. He’s a bit of a narcotic control freak- he’s spent his whole life trying to be in control, so it’s harder to get him to cave.

⋆ You’ll have to be more methodical in your approach. It will take awhile for him to to want to be pegged, so you start small- with slow and sopping blowjobs, feeling him trying to thread his hands through your hair. Everytime he reaches out for you, you’ll remove your lips from his cock, and his lip will curl with annoyance. At first he’ll be angry, constantly trying to give you commands, but it’s useless unless he wants to cum. By the end of it, you’ll have the man begging for your mouth back on his member, through raw tears from being edged hours on end.

⋆ Jeremiah will beg, and that level of submission will break him. From then on, he’ll trust you more, and realize his brother might be right- it is fun to let go. From then on, the two of them will practically worship you.

⋆ They are both big fans of being overstimulated. Jerome will be whining, rolling his head and eyes back, tongue out his mouth. You’ll watch his chest heave with each stroke, sticky cum staining your hand and sheets. Restraints holding him firmly in place. Jeremiah will be murmuring senseless pleads for you to stop, but when he cums over and over, he can hardly complain. He will thrust up into your hand, trying desperately to pull against the ropes around his wrists and legs.

⋆ Jerome has more of a mommy kink then Jeremiah does; and it’s a sore subject for him. It slips out randomly during one of your sexcapades, and Jeremiah will look at him incredulously before laughing. It’s his turn to taunt Jerome now. THIS will get under Jerome’s skin, and he’ll go red in the face, lip trembling while he struggles not to cum right then and there from the sheer humilation.

⋆ In terms of aftercare, PLEASE take care of these boys. Jerome will be overtly clingy, and Jeremiah overtly embarrassed. Jeremiah will insist he takes a shower first, and Jerome will be glad to have your sole attention in the mean time.

⋆ Both of them aren’t used to being taken care of. And both of them feel infinitely grateful. When I say they would do anything for you, I mean anything. Que Jeremiah watching you clean him up, looking at you like your the only pure thing in the world from lidded eyes. Jerome is equally as intrigued, never being treated with a soft touch before you.

⋆ Expect playful banter by the time you clean them up, mostly from Jerome. You’ll be cuddled up together in the sheets, Jerome’s head laying on your thighs, and Jeremiah’s head laid between your breasts.

⋆ “So…Y/N, which one of us has the bigger dick?”

⋆ “You two are literally identical, Jerome.”

⋆ “She just doesn’t want to hurt your feelings. It’s obviously me.” Jeremiah will snidely chime, small smirk on his face.

⋆ The sibling rivalry continues to persist, Jerome sticking his tongue out at him and blowing a raspberry on your thighs, which tickles.

⋆ Like I said, you have these two boys wrapped around your finger.

[your-nanas-house]

gurllll ~

you know I go FERAL for Jerome × Coquette doll fem!reader

can u PLEASE 👺 do a SPICY 😫 on that !?

I will let you marry me if u do 😻

ALSO, I CLAIM STRAWBERRY ANON 👺

~ 🍓

Girlll?? I can, darling 🤣 my my what a offer and YESSS MY FIRST EMOJI-ANON!! -Nana 🍓

His not so innocent dolly

◇ Pairing: Jerome Valeska X coquette fem!Reader

◇ Warnings: smut, innocent kink, choking, breeding, dirty talk, daddy kink

◇ Summary: Your boyfriend Jerome has a huge weak spot for your innocent sexy style.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. This could be the second Kinktober 2023 fic.

Jerome's gloved hand was holding you by the throat, pressing the pearls of your necklace against your delicate skin, leaving probably a red mark.

His other hand was buried under your white dress that hugged your chest perfectly and left all the accessibility for your man to play with your sex as much as he wanted, without restrictions.

Jerome was cupping your pussy, three clothed fingers inside of you and his hot palm rubbing deliciously against your clit.

He was pumping and moving his fingers messily but stil managing to make you moan his name like a prayer as your eyes closed and your head fell back, your arms around his muscular exposed shoulders.

As you reached the peak of your first orgasm, Jerome wasted no time in ridding himself of his pants and sliding his entire length into you, admiring how your face contorted in pain and pleasure.

"Look at ya, dolly—" he purred while cooing at you, his wet fingers caressing softly your flushed cheek

"Ya taking daddy soooo good" he added as he thrusts a couple of times up, making you bounce and whimper loudly while he laughed.

The pace he took wasn't delicate at all, it was fast, angry and needy but you didn't mind, it described your Jerome perfectly and you loved it— even though you knew you wouldn't be able to walk without limping as soon as he was done with you.

Your walls still hadn't gotten used to or adjusted to his huge cock, so they gripped it like they didn't want to let go of it, eliciting delicious grunts from the ginger

"Yesss, doll. Just like that— keep taking daddy" Jerome grunted reaching slowly his peak

"Ya so tight and warm, 'm gonna fill ya and make ya so full with my babies!" He grunted another time, opening his eyes to take in your apparence.

You were a complete mess, your face red, your hair messy, your nipples erect and your dress still intact for some weird reason; you looked like an angel and at the same time also like a little devil— Jerome was always so excited when he could see this contrast in you.

Which is why after a few more thrusts he shot his load deep inside you, filling you as best he could before collapsing on the bed with a satisfied but sleepy smile.

"My dolly" Jerome whispered with his raspy voice as he cuddled you while catching his breath.

He really loved your innocent, hot style.

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[her-favorite]

TWO FACED; J. VALESKA SERIES

You met an innocent boy while you were working the case of Lila Valeska. He was sweet and kind to you and you enjoyed talking to him.

When things took a turn for the worst, you were heartbroken. With Jerome's sociopathic actions, he's sent to Arkham Asylum, where he belongs.

What happens when he gets broken out? Is he going to come for you or leave you be?

That was only the beginning..

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TWO FACED

BEYOND THE PALE

AN OATH

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[xcaptain-winterx]

Masterlist 

Masterlist 2 Masterlist ships Kinktober 2023

Time to sin

Playing with the devils

Daddy Sociopath

Ruining the innocent

Little Secret

The Exes

Swipe Right

Chris Evans

Andy Barber

Ari Levinson

Bill

Curtis Everett

Dennis Baker

Frank Adler

Jake Jensen

Jake Wyler

Johnny Storm

Lloyd Hansen

Ransom Drysdale

Robert Pronge

Steve Rogers

Lucas Lee

Sebastian Stan

Blaine

Bucky Barnes

Carter Baizen

Charles Blackwood

Chase Collins

Chris Beck

Frank

Jack Benjamin

Jefferson Hatter

Justin Capshaw

Lance Tucker

Lee Bodecker

Max Burnett

Mickey Henry

Nick Fowler

Steve Kemp

Terry the Terrific

TJ Hammond

Oscar Isaac

Steven Grant/ Marc Spector/ Jake Lockley

Poe Dameron

Florence Pugh

Dani Ardor

Yelena Belova

Billy Hargrove

Eddie Munson

Jerome Valeska

Jeremiah Valeska

Tom Riddle

Evan Peters

Jimmy Darling

James March

Kai Anderson

Peter Maximoff

[mrslevicisbisexual]

Welcome to Gotham City, doll~

Parining: Nada Galic x Yandere!Jerome Valeska, Nada Galic x Jim Gordon.

Summary: yandere, laughter, obsessed, kidnapping, Love at first sight, crazy Jerome, forced marriage, forced kiss,

Series Warnings: nada and her daughter rose moved to the city, but it's not an ordinary city. it's gotham city, Nada is not even aware of what awaits her in Gotham City.

Nada It was difficult since the death of her husband, nada continued her life together with her daughter rose, she and her daughter bought a house.

"Rose, are you hungry?" Said nada

She nodded her head and nada fed her daughter, the rose is one family she has and she doesn't want to lose it, nada loves her too much.

There was a knock on the door and the woman went to check who was knocking on the door,

"Ma'am please answer the door"

"who is that if I may ask?" nada says scared.

"don't worry miss. I won't hurt you, I promise. Now open the door"

"Ok" said nada.

The woman opened the door and saw commissioner gordon, she did not expect him to appear in her house.

"Oh. good evening commissioner gordon how can i help you?" Said nada with relief.

"Good evening to you too. mrs galic, Can I come in?" Jim asked.

Nada sat in the living room and answered, "of course commissioner gordon, just come in."

Jim and nada went to the living room, nada took her rose in her hand.

"Well. mr gordon why are you here in the middle of the night?" nada answered after a sad silence.

"So this is how things are, you and your daughter are in danger" said jim.

Nada she was scared and didn't want her and her rose to be a danger, but why don't they even know anyone.

"And who is that person? Mr. Gordon" the woman asked with tears in her eyes,

"I'm sick of saying that bastard, but it's Jerome Valeska"

Nada shuddered, she had heard about him and she had also heard that he had killed his mother and other innocent people.

"And that's why I want to help you to be with me if you agree of course"

"Yes of course, if you don't mind?"

"Don't worry mrs galic me and my judy will protect you from that bastard. i promise" said jim with a warm smile on his face,

When he first saw him, jim genuinely fell in love with nada and wants to protect her from everything and her daughter rose. maybe he and nada could travel together,

To be continued

[littlebatsimagines]

The Orphan and the Clown Part 1 (Jerome Valeska x oc)

Masterlist

She sat on the steps of the trailer as she listened to her parents argue inside. The black hair that wasn't covered by her red hood blew in the cool breeze of Keysone City, her piercing green eyes scanning the grounds of the circus as a small sigh escaped her lips. After a bit the arguing died down so she got up and began to walk the grounds. Keeping her head down was always best, it kept her out of trouble and others from looking at her too closely, well it almost always kept her out of trouble but tonight fate wouldn’t be so kind.

The girl ran into someone's chest and fell. “Sorry, I wasn’t watching where I was going!” she said quickly, her voice quiet and childish. “It’s ok…I wasn't watching either. Here let me help you up." A boy said as he took her small hand and helped her up easily. “Oh, thank you. I'm Chance by the way.” she said quietly as she moved her hood so she could look up at the tall boy with red hair and blue eyes. “I’m Jerome, my mom is the snake dancer.” he said offering Chance a small smile. “I know, I see you with the snake sometimes" she said letting her hood fall to reveal her shoulder length black hair. “So if you don’t mind me asking…uh…why are you out here in the cold?” he asked running his fingers through his hair nervously. “Oh..um m-my parents are arguing…again…I don't really know what to do with myself so I just make myself scarce, ya know?” chance said moving her bangs from her glasses. Jerome couldn't help but notice how innocent and doll-like this girl looked. Chance had the appearance that she wouldn't hurt a fly…then again so did he. The ginger shook his head after realizing he had been staring. “Would you like to hang out at my trailer...my mom isn't there so it'll be quiet." he said making a big bright smile grow on her face. “I’d like that, thank you.”

4 years later

“J, you can't keep letting her treat you like this." Chance said as she gently placed an icepack on Jerome's shoulder. “She won’t get away with it forever doll." he said before kissing her gently and putting his forhead to hers as the two sat there in silence. Chance let out a sigh as her mind wondered. The two of them had met four years ago and in that time they became best friends and now lovers, not that anyone turned their attention to them enough to notice. Lyla’s name calling had cause many fights between between the mother and son but Jerome had insisted on keeping Chance close, especially after her parents left without a word one night after a show. Chance looks at Jerome and gently rubbed his check. “Come on, let’s get to bed” he muttered as he pulled her down on to the couch with him.

Chance was shaken awake to see Jerome standing over her with anger and annoyance. “J? What's wrong?” she asked tiredly. “We are going to take care of Lyle." he said as a twisted smile grew on his face and he chuckled darkly.

☆ ҉ ◢▅◣Ξ◥▅◤Ξ◢▅◣Ξ◥▅◤ ҉ ★

A/n: so this is a reupload/edit of one of my first ever works The Orphan and the Clown. This story was originally posted on Wattpad but I figured I'd bring it over here for you guys as well as fix it up and add to it! Hope you all enjoy!!

Much love,

Bats

[wordborne]

All for Us

Jerome Valeska finds someone new to torment.

That someone is, unfortunately, you.

TAGS: Jerome Valeska/Reader, alternate universe, unhealthy relationships, bad decisions, canon-typical violence, major character death, eventual smut, Jerome can only be classified as nuisance to lover. WARNING: 18+ CHAPTER: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5 /8

It was quiet.

Eerily quiet.

Jerome was on your bed, forearm draped over his eyes to shield the little light that passed through the window’s thin curtains. He didn’t move. Didn’t speak. Didn’t even turn his head when you approached him, hovering over him, brows furrowed.

“What’s up with you?”

“I’m tired.” He replied, the words coming from somewhere deep inside his chest, throat rasping with every syllable that came out of his mouth. It was so unlike him to be like that, lying completely still, looking alive only because his chest kept steadily rising and falling with every deep breath he took. 

Jerome didn’t get tired. You’d seen him jumping, and slicing, and shooting, and doing a million things at once, mind going a mile a minute. Scheming. Laughing. Never like this. Never so… vulnerable. 

It was a stupid idea, but what were you supposed to do? Say ‘ok’ and bid him goodnight when the tiredness seemed to seep out of his bones? He wasn’t being himself. He wasn’t the Jerome you knew. Your Jerome, said that little voice at the back of your head. The stubborn one that you’d locked in a part of your brain designated as Arkham that kept breaking out when it pleased. A little sigh escaped your lips when you dropped the armful of containers on the bed, the clinking and clanking making Jerome turn ever so slightly in their direction as you firmly straddled his lap- or, rather, his stomach.  “What are you doing?” He croaked, taking his arm off his eyes to study you. “What makes me feel a little less shitty after a rough day.” You replied, rearranging everything in order for easier access. “Have you ever been to spa?” “Can’t you tell?” He answered drily, making a waving motion at his face. “Don’t be an asshole.” He didn’t flinch when you slapped his shoulder, only stared as you opened a little tube and squeezed a good amount of product on your fingers. “What’s that?” “Eye cream.” He snorted, and earned a pointed glare. “Just trust me.” You said, softer this time, ignoring the way Jerome’s eyes were boring into your face as you applied the cream with featherweight touches under his eyes. He hadn’t slept in a while, and it wouldn’t get rid of the dark circles, but it was something. Then, you applied some oils. Moisturizer. Asked him to open his mouth to apply a much-needed sugar scrub on his lips that he ended up licking away. “Don’t fucking eat that.” “It’s sugar.” “Sugar, chemicals and your nasty dead skin.” Jerome shrugged. “I’ve had worse things in my mouth.” You rolled your eyes and grabbed the moisturizer again to put a heavy dollop on the drier areas of his face. His eyes were on you, switching from your hand to your face, letting out a puff of hot air when you coaxed him to ease the frown on his face with your thumbs, lingering a little too much on his skin before tracing the freckles that dotted his nose and cheeks. “You used to be handsome.” “Still am.” “Nah, don’t think so. I liked the innocent boy I saw on TV back in the day.” “So, pretty boys are your type?” “No, not pretty boys.” You said, and gently slid one of your hands down his cheek. That had been enough to flip the switch. Your back was on the mattress now with Jerome on top of you, right hand on your throat, left forearm beside your head. “No, they aren’t. You like the ones who can wrap their hands around your neck and still make you feel safe.” He punctuated the last four words by tightening his grip, making your breath hitch. It wasn’t painful. It didn’t hurt. It wasn’t meant to bruise. It was just there. Existing. Letting you know he could do it.  But he wouldn’t. And you didn’t panic. Didn’t try to pry his hands off. He was right. In that little corner of the world, nothing else mattered but his hands on you. Their warmth. How it spread from your cheeks all the way down. How he pushed you as a warning when you tried to kiss him.

“Ah-ah. We are doing it my way.” His lips crashed against yours. It was messy. It was rough. A mix of bruised lips, teeth and tongues trying to follow a frantic rhythm as you worked on unbuttoning his shirt before stopping halfway through and going towards the zipper of his pants. You needed him. And you needed him now. He yanked your bottoms off, underwear included, and tossed them over his shoulder, forever lost in the darkness of the room. You were wet already, and you saw him grin when his fingers tentatively touched you. “You like it.” The stretch burned when he entered you, and he cooed when you shut your eyes, feeling the pain turn into pleasure when he started moving his hips, angling you the way he liked it. “You love me.” His grip on your hip was bruising now and would leave a purple mark that said he’d been there. That you’d called out his name. Begged. Pleaded for more, and he was more than happy to give it to you rough and hard. Now you were on top, his hips snapping up with every downward stroke. And there it was. That sparkle in his eyes as he helped you down. And, maybe, it was dumb. And silly. And he’d leave. But you laid down on his chest, arms on either side of him, stopping when he tried to fuck into you. “Let me.” You whispered, wanted a sliver of control. Just once. Just to show him how much you cared. How you cared.  He caved, hands still on your hips, the purple already forming. But you went slow. Stopped when he tried to rush it. And then, kissed him tenderly. Lovingly. Moving your body at the same leisured pace until he got what you wanted, lips in tune with the thrusts.  And it felt so good. To be so in sync. Enjoying the moment. Tasting him in your mouth. Feeling him in your bones. Time seemed to stop, but the pleasure never ended. It took you higher and higher to know Jerome could care like this. That, maybe, that boy from the news was still there, somehow, craving this. Craving you in ways he didn’t allow himself to. He came hard after you did, riding off the waves of pleasure as he throbbed inside you. And now he was looking at you like that again. Like you were the mismatched piece of a puzzle. 

He laughed, head thrown back into the pillows, breathing hard, a thin layer of sweat coating his body.

“I don’t get you.”

“You like it.” You said, pressing a soft kiss to his nose. Then, on his temple, a whisper only half-meant to be heard. “You love me.”

[skylerscull1]

Gotham Jeremiah Valeska - Music Headcanons

When I think of Jeremiah Valeska and Music, usually one of the first things to come to mind is songs from Halsey, she’s talented and I think some of the songs she’s made fit Jeremiah’s decent into not-so-sane-land pretty well. From the very first episode including Jeremiah we can tell that he’s an alcoholic, he has a glass of alcohol on him pretty damn often and he comes off as calculating yet awkward. You can tell something’s off with him but you can’t put your figer on it. So let me present you with "Control" and “Gasoline” both songs by Halsey

"Control" by Halsey From the very beginning we can see how lowly Jeremiah thinks of his brother. Miah is paranoid, he hates being compared to his brother, he isolated himself from society and built himself a bunker to protect himself from Jerome, who he knew would do anything to find him. The truth though is that Jeremiah isn’t that different from his brother after-all, the only difference is that he held himself back, played the innocent fawn, the victim, and he played it well. He thinks himself as above and better than his brother, but the mere mention of being anything like him brings him off the rails. He’s the good twin. It’s insecurity, that’s why he takes it so badly when someone other then Jerome compares him to Jerome, his entire life Jeremiah’s been in his brothers shadow. Who is the one truly in control?

2. "Gasoline" by Halsey

This is self-explanatory, Jeremiah is an alcoholic and this song reminds me of him. He’s playing a part, and he knows it but he just doesn’t want to admit it. There’s something wrong with Jeremiah, the exact same thing that is wrong with Jerome, the only difference is that Jerome gave into his inner chaos long ago, Jeremiah never stopped fighting it. It’s still inside him though, waiting to be let free. There’s a flaw in his code - something he can’t escape, he and his brother share the same dna after-all.

4. "Blood // Water" by grandson Jeremiah had created the monster that Jerome is today, it was the price that Miah had to pay to get out of the circus, his lies and stories had turned everyone Jerome ever loved against him. Jeremiah was Jerome’s “One Bad Day”. That was the price of Jeremiah’s actions, a river of blood and the beginning of a legacy full of death and madness. In a way, I wouldn’t be surprised if Jeremiah even blamed himself for some of Jerome’s actions. Either way, that dynamic between the two of them, Jeremiah being Jerome’s One Bad Day that drove him to lunacy and vice versa - that dynamic reminds me of this song. There’s always a price to pay.

5. "Angels" by Vicetone feat. Ket Nestel I feel like this is fairly self-explanatory. Jeremiah seems innocent, just another victim of his brother, he’s awkward and anti-social, quiet and nervous. He has a brilliant mind too. He seems like the angel to Jerome’s demon, but then he turns out to be just as bad as Jerome, if not more so. He deceived everyone, he’s the punchline to Jerome’s joke. For such a brilliant boy, he too has a darkness that he shields from view. Just like the Joker, The Clown Prince of Crime himself, Jeremiah knows how to put on a mask of Sanity, he knows how to weave stories and lies together, how to gain sympathy, and he knows how to blend into society when it’s most convenient for him. 

6. "COPYCAT" by Billie Eilish

Jeremiah, in a way, is his brother's copycat, he took his brothers plans and found a way to twist them into something a little less mad, and a little more sane. Miah is Jerome’s legacy, what was it that Jerome told him? “I’m gonna drive you mad.” “Oh but you will live on for me. Burn it down, brother. Burn it all down!” Jerome had his finger on the trigger, only the trigger finger was Jeremiah’s in the end.

[simpingwriter]

Masterlist for:

Jerome Valeska

x

Faith Wayne/Phoenix

'All you need

is a bit of Faith'

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Chapters:

Current Total Word Count: approx. 29,318 Words

- Chapter 1/Prolog

- Chapter 2

- Chapter 3

- Chapter 4

- Chapter 5

- Chapter 6

- Chapter 7

- Chapter 8

- Chapter 9

- Chapter 10 [TBA]

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Book-Playlist:

(Always new songs getting added, depending on my mood during writing and even off-writing listening.)

[nostalgic90s]

Toying around with the idea of Jerome Valeska (Gotham series) kidnapping Bruce Wayne (The Joker 2019 movie). Not that I got anything against David Mazouz as Bruce (he is my favorite) but his version of Bruce was kind of a brat hehe, perhaps because Alfred raised him - little man tried to challenge the Court of Owls for crying out loud. That and witnessing his parents death gave him some world experience, at least an understanding of the cruelty of men. Anyway, I like Dante Pereira-Olson's version of Bruce due to his innocence, and naïveté to his innocence. He let some stranger with a clown nose walk up to him and entertain him with magic tricks, before letting the guy (Joker) stick his fingers into his mouth. Bruce didn’t think this man would hurt him, hell he’s so sheltered he probably doesn’t think bad men exist in the first place. As for the reason behind the abduction, it could be the same as Arthur Fleck, in which Jerome truly believes Thomas Wayne is his biological father. However, trying to engage Thomas Wayne ends badly, and it leaves a bitter taste of revenge on Jerome’s tongue. When an unexpected opportunity presents itself, Jerome seizes the moment to whisk his half-brother away.

In other words, I just want Jerome to do really bad things to baby Bruce-

[blue-flamed-phoenix]

A new Jerome FanFic - Teaser

(This story takes place in season 4 of Gotham. And this book is a completely different from my other FanFic's of Jerome, just to give you a heads up.)

It's true that Arkham Asylum is no place for a child nor a sane person for that matter. But what if that was a lie, what if there was once a child that belonged there. A child that was born in Arkham and was raised inside the asylum by a bunch of loonies. Well this story is exactly that. Where a girl that has been living in the asylum her entire life, scared of the world outside of said Asylum. What happen's when said girl catches the eye of none other then Jerome Valeska himself. The boy who killed his mother, the man who leads a cult full of loonies. A man who sets out to somewhat tame said girl that lived in the Asylum. The girl may have looked pretty as most do but she is as stubborn and fiery as hell. Jerome thought he could easily tame her and take her innocents but little did he know her innocence was already gone and she would never let anyone tame her, especially not a loony like him.

[your-nanas-house]

Please can I request Jerome Valeska with a reader who runs? Like it takes up most of her life pretty much. Thank you🙏

Sure! Not sure if I got it right, though. 🥹🙇🏼‍♀️

Running

◇ Pairing: Jerome Valeska X fem!Reader

◇ Warnings: fluff, creepy Jerome, runner reader, date

◇ Summary: Jerome asks the girl he sees at the park out.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. Credits to the owners of the pics. Also sorry it's kind of short. 🙇🏼‍♀️

"Ya sure are a fast little thing, aren't ya?" A low raspy voice spoke beside Y/n as she kept running her usual path, headphones on.

It wasn't unusual that someone tried to chat with her or make her stop running... it was Gotham after all and most people had a reason to try and approach you— mostly bad reasons, though.

"Did ya hear me, doll?" the voice spoke again, now getting bit closer, followed by deep heavy breaths and a gloved hand that snatched her headphones off her head.

"Way better now.. why ya running?" he asked, making her now look in his direction to attempt and take her property back.

Her eyes scanning the man who was trying to run next to her... his ginger hair being messy and his skin a bit pale if she ignored the scars which decorated it. It was clear that he wasn't someone who run every day even though he was keeping his chin up and chest out to act cool.

"Just routine, I guess" Y/n replied not even knowing why. It really was a bad idea doing small talk with strangers in that city... even if she already met that man.

The young woman never talked to him, she just passed by a couple of times and reciprocated his smile politely... never stopping her training.

"Sounds boring, sugarplum" the ginger commented, rubbing his cold nose while continuing to try and keep her pace "Could we go slower... little ol' me ain't the same as he used to be" he commented with a throaty laugh.

His gloved hand grabbing her sweatshirt to make sure she would get slower and not run away from him.

"So.. what's ya name, dolly?" the stranger asked with a smirk on his face, his hazel eyes traveling along her body... admiring silently

"'M Jerome" he added after she didn't replied.

His gaze was quite intense and confusing, since his eyes were big and round.. looking quite innocent and puppy like while the glimpse in his pupils was almost scary.

"Y/n" she murmured, glancing back towards him, not really wanting to keep talking but just continue running on her own.

That man looked like trouble and she really wasn't trying to get into any... expecially not the level of troubles she could get there.

"Ya free tonight? We should go eat something together" Jerome commented smoothly, his smirk becoming bigger when she stopped suddenly; her eyes remained on his body as she thought quickly at a solution to get ride of him.

"8pm at the diner down the street and you let me continue on my own" she quickly proposed, reaching out for her headphones in an attempt to get them back. Receiving just a weird hand kiss from him and a pull that made her body hit his well built body.

"Deal, doll... see ya later then" the man rasped out, placing a bit wet kiss on her cheek before positioning the headphones back on her so that she could run away.

Leaving him on his own there, even if she felt his lunatic stare on her all the way back to her house.

It was a date then.

Taglist:

@gabile18 , @mrsfullbuster500 , @rex-ray , @elizamalfoyy, @eovjjj , @monkeyking-and-liuer-mate , @jeremiah-va1eska , @gothamchic16, @rabbiteggz , @dieg0brandos-wife , @rottenecstasy , @lazyexcuse , @teh-vampire-bunny , @lobotomy-lover , @slasher-smasher , @sleepycreativewriter

[ficklefics]

Can you do Jerome Valeska who is a yandere for y/n who is innocent and a bit naive while him and them are bffs.

Sure thing!

While you wait, here's the link for some Yandere!Jerome headcanons

https://ficklefics.tumblr.com/post/612251752583069696/yanderejerome-valeska-headcanons

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Masks Are Not Optional

by irisbleufic

As Five was busy examining his knuckles to make sure there was no damage he couldn’t feel, Lucy came outside and lit a cigarette. She was as elegant and composed as ever, her dark skin radiant in the sliver of moonlight that reached the alley. She sighed and turned to Five.

“I’m about to ask a favor, Mx. Monroe,” she said. “I expect you to refuse, because it’s not in your contract. But this patron has me at wits’ end.”

“The one who just got out of Arkham?” Five asked hesitantly.

“The one who just escaped from Arkham,” Lucy corrected.

Words: 10700, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Gotham (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Jerome Valeska, 514A (Gotham), Lucy (Gotham), Bruce Wayne, Hugo Strange, (The latter two are heavily referenced but not physically present)

Relationships: 514A & Jerome Valeska, 514A/Jerome Valeska, 514A & Hugo Strange, Jerome Valeska & Bruce Wayne, 514A & Bruce Wayne

Additional Tags: Meet-Cute, First Time, Awkward Flirting, Awkward Conversations, Awkward Sexual Situations, Awkward Romance, Awkward Crush, Awkward First Times, First Meetings, First Dates, Love at First Sight, Villains, Freak Family (Gotham), The Rogues Gallery (Batman), The Rogues Gallery as Family (Batman), Sex Work, Brothels, Sex Club, Strippers & Strip Clubs, Fluff and Angst, Fluff and Smut, Fluff and Humor, Angst with a Happy Ending, Happy Ending, Enthusiastic Consent, Explicit Consent, Jerome Valeska Lives, Soft Jerome Valeska, Murder Kink, Arkham Asylum Patient Jerome Valeska, Jerome Valeska is Bad at Flirting, Protective Jerome Valeska, Bottom Jerome Valeska, Innocent Jerome Valeska, kind of?, Virginity, Loss of Virginity, Trans 514A (Gotham TV), Genderfluid Character, Nonbinary Character, Intersex, Stand Alone, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Season/Series 04, Mental Health Issues, Neurodiversity, Idiots in Love, Horny Teenagers, Only they're in their early 20s, Arkham Asylum, Indian hill, Arkham Asylum is Terrible, Queer Character, Queer Youth, Queer Culture, Court of Owls

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/48613804