#jerome valeska fanfiction

[maweallgotohell]

Jerome Valeska - Brother's Assistant pt.1

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pairing: Jerome Valeska x fem! reader

warnings: none

summary: Jerome locates Jeremiahs residence and decides to pay his brother a visit - to kill him. But when the door opens, he is met with the prettiest and kindest woman he has ever seen. But how will Jeremiah react, especially when it turns out, that Jerome has caught feelings for her, his assistant and best friend? And how will Jerome himself react in such a situation?

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He found him.

He searched for him for all these years and now he found him. His brother. And he wanted to kill him.

For all these years he made dozens of plans and figured out the best ways to spread fear and get his name all across Gotham so his brother would notice.

He wanted him to feel unsafe.

He wanted him to be afraid.

A few weeks ago he found out what name Jeremiah now went by and after knowing that it wasn't all too complicated to find him. Well yeah, he lived in a fuckin' bunker in the middle of the woods (fuckin' paranoid bitch), but with a name like his, it wasn't very difficult for Jerome to make out his location. Just threaten the right people and you're ready to go.

And there he stood. In front of his brother's labyrinth bunker. Was he nervous? Yeah. But he was determined to kill Jeremiah.

For the last few weeks, he tried to find a way to break into the bunker without being noticed, but there wasn't another entrance. Just the main one. And so he just... pressed the doorbell?

It was weird for him because it felt like a polite gesture. He felt like a brother, who wanted to visit his twin for dinner, while he was the "evil twin", who came to kill that son of a bitch, he had to call his brother.

* ring*

To his surprise, it wasn't his brother's face, that greeted him at the door, no. A beautiful young woman opened it swingingly, her silky (hair color) hair swaying with her movements. It was quite early in the morning, which was why she was still wearing her nightgown, the dark green silk hugging her curves perfectly and the lace gracefully accentuating her (skin color) skin. Her warm and welcoming smile greeted him like a cozy hug and he couldn't help but stare at her.

" Hello?", she asked, her voice sounding soft and gentle, as if she was an angel, that came down to earth just for him.

Her face changed and turned into a frightened one immediately as she recognized his features. She must've recognized him from the news or from stories his brother told her, he thought, but that wasn't the case. Not at all.

" Omg, Xander! What happened to your face?! Are you okay?! Are you hurt?!" She rushed directly towards him.

" Uhm, hello..? No, no Miss, I'm Jerome, Jeremiah's, uh, I mean Xanders' long lost twin brother.", he answered nervously.

Why did he stutter? And why did he lie? Well, it wasn't exactly a lie, but he wasn't honest either. How could the presence of a woman make him this nervous? He should've shot her right then and there. But he couldn't. She was too. .. breathtaking and.. . interesting to kill. He somehow knew she was different. He felt it.

Her expression softened and her smile found its way back onto her face. She hugged him as a greeting, which kinda took him by surprise.

" Omg hello!", she grinned. " I didn't know Xan had a twin. Glad to meet you! I'm YN." You held out your hand for him to shake.

...Xan?

You had a nickname for him? Was he your boyfriend? Jerome came to kill his brother, only to fall for his girlfriend? Wow. That was weird, even for him. And how could someone like Miah even pull a girl like you? Tf?

„ Nice, nice to meet you too YN.", was all he could bring himself to say.

" Xan will be so happy to hear that you're here and that you found him."

She grabbed his hand and pulled him towards the front door with her.

" Come in. Follow me.", she said as she closed the door behind them.

The sudden touch of hers took him by surprise as he stumbled after her into the building.

It was silent for a bit, only the sound of their footsteps against the concrete was to be heard.

Then Jerome found the courage to speak up.

" Sooo YN.. is "Xander" like.. you know... your boyfriend?" He found it so awkward to ask you that, whyever that was, but he just had to. He had to know that to contemplate, whether he had to kidnap or kill you if his brother really was your boyfriend.

She stopped in her tracks to turn around and look at him, only to burst out in laughter.

" Oh god, no.", you giggled. " I'm his assistant and we're like best friends. No romantic feelings between us, really. But I live here. We both needed someone to live with and we've worked together before since we met at St.Ignatius and became best friends there and later, roommates. And here we are."

He was relieved. You weren't with his brother. But were you single? He knew he was there for a different reason and definitely not to go all heart-eyed over his brother's best friend and assistant, but the question occupied his mind completely.

You stopped in front of a door and put your key card in front of the card reader.

" We're here.", you said. "This is the living room. Make yourself comfortable, Jerome. Do you want anything to drink?"

He nodded.

" Soo we have coffee, a few types of tea, water, hot chocolate or orange juice. What would you like?", you asked him with a genuine smile.

" Oh, uhm, coffee sounds amazing. Thank you."

You nodded.

"I'll be right back."

And with that, you turned around and left into the kitchen, which was right next to the living room.

" Xan should arrive here soon too btw. I think in half an hour or so. I'd be happy to have you stay here and accompany me while we wait for him. Only if that's fine for you, tho.", you smiled.

Jerome had always been able to accurately identify and define his feelings. He was also able to consider and assess them rationally. And right now, he felt something he never thought he could feel. Admiration and joyful excitement.

You could've told him to leave or come back when Jeremiah was home or given him an appointment to meet up with his brother. But you didn't. No, furthermore, you invited him to stay with you and said you would like him to accompany you. You weren't even a little bit scared of him, not even because of his "awful" features, which he found sometimes. No, you didn't do any of that. Instead, you were genuinely nice to him and treated him like everybody else, or rather special.

You made him feel wanted just by these small things you did and your naturally nice behavior, which was quite rare for him.

He thought he had, no, he was sure that he had developed a small crush on you. Even though it was unusual for him to trust someone that easily or feel drawn to someone, especially that fast, he wasn't afraid of it at all.

It felt like being near you lifted all the weight he carried off his shoulders without effort. And he wasn't scared to experience these new feelings, because he felt like they wouldn't do him bad at all. It was strange but exciting at the same time and he couldn't wait to learn more about you.

You two chatted a bit until you noticed that you hadn't informed Xan about your guest.

" Sorry, I hate to interrupt you, but I just noticed, that I haven't told Xan about you being here. Lemme just send him a message real quick."

He panicked immediately. What if Miah warned her about him and made her have a different view of him? I mean, sooner or later, Miah would come home and she would find out, who Jerome 'really' is, yeah. But he didn't want their nice little talk and their shared time to end so soon.

"Uhm, YN?", he spoke up, his voice rather quiet. The young woman looked from her phone, back up at him, a questioning expression on her face.

"Could you maybe not tell him I'm here?" His low voice now sounded rather hesitant. Your eyebrows furrowed a bit in astonishment.

"I...I wanted to surprise him. After all this time we haven't seen each other, you know?" He was surprised by himself. He said those words with such emotion, that even he himself would've believed that he missed his brother that much.

Her astonished expression settled again and gave way to a lovely smile.

"Oh yeah, sure! That's a very sweet idea. Xan will be so happy to see you", the young woman cheered.

Jerome exhaled in relief but then lowered his head as well as his voice.

"I doubt that. See, I wasn't always the best brother for him, you know. It may be that he doesn't want to see me at all, let alone talk to me or even have me here. Don't be disappointed then, YN. It's okay, really. I don't want to bother you two. Really, I don't."

He said that. And he sounded like he really missed his brother or felt sorry for the things he did.

Did he? No, very surely he did not. He came here o kill Miah, not to reunite with him and be like 'best buddies'.

But he didn't feel as if what he told the girl before was a lie. Because it wasn't.

The sad undertone in his voice was not a result of missing his brother so much, no. It was because he knew that when Miah returned, he would no longer be able to spend time with the beautiful young lady sitting across from him at that very moment, looking at him sympathetically.

She had changed everything for him in that short time. He had already heard that when you are in love, you no longer have control over what you feel and think. But he had never experienced it. Until this very moment.

No.

Until that moment when she opened the door for him.

" Jerome, please. How could someone, especially Xander, ever be that resentful."

He sighed.

He contemplated telling her the truth. That his brother built this whole bunker they're living in, just to protect them from him.

But he didn't.

Because he was... scared. This was the first time since he killed his mother that he was truly afraid of something.

He feared losing her. And it was more terrifying than anything else.

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While Jerome and YN chatted and got to know each other better, Jeremiah just then received a text from her.

> Hey Xan! You home soon? We have a surprise guest. C ya.<

At first, he thought of it as a normal text she would send him. Everything was fine.

But then it hit him like a crash.

Nobody knew where they lived. Nobody.

He panicked immediately and quickly got in his car, so he could be home as fast as possible. What if YN was in danger but didn't know yet? He could never forgive himself if something happened to her.

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word count: 1820

The first part of a new short series (probably gonna be 2 or 3 parts again). Hope y'all like it.

C ya

[harleyvaleska19]

I miss the Valeskas Twins 🖤🃏🥺

[ficklefics]

It would be fun for you to write a long lists of what you love vs what you hate when it comes to Jerome Valeska fanfictions and why you feel that way 🤪

is this ask from last summer? yes. am i only answering it now? also yes. hopefully the asker still follows me.

please remember that these are all just my opinions and it’s totally fine to disagree. a lot of it comes down to the characterisation of Jerome, which I feel a lot of writers oversimplify

let’s start with what I don’t like (cause that’s easier):

one of my biggest frustrations are fics where it’s like “reader is a high school student/nurse at arkham/police officer who is actually super insane except shows no sign of that at all ever”. can they be done well? sure. but I rarely see it. one fic that I read years ago had the reader as one of the cheerleaders on the bus in s2ep2 and she hands Jerome a lighter because… why? never really clear. in general, the ordinary person who is actually the perfect type of insane for Jerome to be interested in as opposed to just killing is rarely done right for me

I hate when Jerome in a fic is poorly characterised. by that, I mean just behaving sporadically in a “the writer doesn’t know what they’re doing way” as opposed to “he’s insane”. it’s a difficult line to walk

now, don’t get me wrong. i like a lil smut. well written smut. but it’s difficult to write Jerome smut well. a very core element of his character, established very early, is the fact that his mother’s sexual activity defos traumatised him and was key in pushing him over the edge. a Jerome who’s just banging left right and centre isn’t a Jerome that’s in character for me

now onto the likes (a lot of which are just the inverses of the dislikes):

the best thing a writer can do (for me) is have a clear idea of who Jerome is in their mind and in their fic. like I said above, there are lots of different ways to portray Jerome, and it’s not my place to tell people what’s right or wrong. I’d much rather read a consistent Jerome that isn’t how I imagine him than a wibbly wobbly noncommittal Jerome

in a similar vein, fics where Jerome is actually a bad person who does bad things. commit crime! relish in people’s suffering! but do them in interesting ways.

I love a fic where we get of vulnerable Jerome. not every fic needs this, but depending on the context i really enjoy getting to see writers interpretations of what that looks like, especially given that we don’t get any of it in the show really

again, these are all just my own thoughts. there’s a lot of nuance and a lot of fics out there. stuff I used to love I hate now, and stuff I once hated… I usually still hate tbh. read the fics you love and write the fics that make you happy

[valeskakingdom]

REQUEST PLEASE 👏🏻

Something soft, if possible.

Reader catches Jerome looking in the mirror, acting a little sad. The reason: his scars. When she brings it up, he reacts angrily and tells her to fuck off. Maybe they slept together before???? Then the next time he shows up at her place, he lets her touch and kiss his scars! PLEASE I NEED THIS 😭🥺❤️

SORRY THAT IT TOOK ME SO LONG😭😭😭 I hope you love what I have written

"Fuck, don't stop Jerome!" You moaned louder, digging your nails into his back deep enough to leave dark red and bloody scratch marks on his back.

You couldn't hold back your moans, even if you wanted to. Jerome did everything to keep your mouth open. With all his strength he trusted im his long hard member into you, hitting all your sweet spots that you had barely time to really breath. He was fast, when you though pulled out he hit another spot already. It was like a marathon of moans.

You knew, you were about to cum any second. Your core was aching, your legs were shaking, your lips were swelling, and the knot in your stomach was building up already. The problem was: Jerome wouldn't let you cum without his command. If you didn't obey, punishment will follow. He didn't like it when you just cum whenever you liked. He was the one who should enjoy the view of you when you came at the right time - not anything else. He formerly hated it when you decided to cum, because it wasn't your task - it was his. He was the dominant one and not you.

"Don't you dare and cum, yet, doll," Jerome kept thrusting in you, but now he wrapped his hand around your throat, tightening his grip "This beautiful view should last a little longer"

It was hard for you not to cum now. Your body told you and even signalized you l, you couldn't wait any longer with all the pain and shaking and the knot in your lower region.

"P-please, Jerome. I-..." It was too late. You came when he thrusted his member into you for another time and hit your sweet sensitive spot. You almost screamed in pleasure, your body was shaking and the knot in your stomach loosened. You knew, you'd be punished for that but you didn't care. You needed to cum.

"Oh," Jerome suddenly stopped all his movements, even pulled out his member. He just squatted in front of you, frowning. He was surprised and staggered that you just came without his command "I see, we're disregarding a certain rule now. Since when are you making the rules, doll? Can't remember we changed a thing."

He stood up, watching you like a predator its little prey. For you it was more than exciting. Pins and needles covered your body, your puls was running, your breathing fastened and your hands were shaking a little. You felt your blood rushing through your veins, as if you were running a marathon. His look at you was piercing, you couldn't stare away from it.

"So many things I wanna do to you," Jerome bit his lip, his teeth were deep in his flesh "Ugh, I don't know where to even start!"

He walked up and down in a very slow pace. He was staring at nowhere while many thoughts crashed his mind. Should he start teasing you again? Or just ram his member into you to make you scream? Should he bite you first, leaving marks on your body to show everybody you're his? Or should he include some of his weapons in your little sex act? Should he play with a knife on your skin, leaving scratches on your body? Or should he scare you with a gun? Or should he strangle you with ropes? All these ideas seemed so pleasant to him.

But when he took a look in the mirror, everything changed instantly. His motivation, his thoughts, his look, his mood - it either disappeared or because not interested enough anymore.

The thing that turned Jerome into an annoyed, fierced man was his face. He knew after his face was stolen, it left pretty bad scars...but that they looked so bad? That his face would look so disgusting? It was a shame, especially because you see him like that day by day. That you didn't say a word...did you do it expose him?, he thought, that was cruel, even for you.

"Jerome?" You asked him, frowning, since he abruptly stop the whole sex and teasing act. You wondered what's up with him. He's never been that quiet all of a sudden, especially when you were about to have sex. He usually was the most eager person for that but now he was the complete opposite.

"You're okay?" You asked again when he didn't respond. You really worried about him. What was wrong? Did you do something wrong? Did he have a bad thought about anything stupid? What was it?

"I was just," He interrupted himself, thinking "I was just thinking. You know, there's a lot I'm dealing with momentarily. Oswald, Mad Hatter, you," He chuckled kind of embarrassed "I'm up for a blowjob. Clears my head." He smirked, trying to change the subject - but it failed.

"You looked at your face, right?" You sighed, you knew this would come up sooner or later "Is it because of your scars?" Whenever he was staying over night, you heard him mumbling things like how much he hated his face after the certain incident.

"Ugh," Jerome sighed in annoyance, rolling his eyes "Don't get on my fucking nerves with that topic! I'm tired of hearing all this shit about my face and my scars. 'Your scars don't look bad Jerome' 'It's okay to have scars Jerome'. You know nothing!" Out of nowhere he grabbed all his clothes, putting them on and stormed out of the room, shutting the door close with a strength you usually knew when he was mad at someone.

You were surprised and confused by Jerome's acting. What made him so upset now? Was it really his scars on his face? Did he really think he was ugly or something? No, never. Jerome would never be that soft, would he? That's practically impossible! Jerome was a crimjnal, a cold hearted killer without real feelings, he cared about nothing besides himself. He usually saw himself as the perfection in person, like a God or something. He never complained about the way he looked like. So why now?

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It’s been days since the incident, and you haven’t seen Jerome yet. You didn’t even heard of him, not even in the news. It was like he was gone, as if he was dead like the last time. What happened to him? What was he doing? Where was he at all? Did the cops catch him? Was he back busted in Arkham?

So many thoughts went through your head that you weren’t even able to sleep really. You cared way too much about that motherfucker than he did. You loved him more than anything, he meant everything to you. He was your world. You just could think of him. You saw a couple, you thought it was Jerome and you. You saw a car, you thought it was him driving to you. An assassin happened in town, you thought it was him. It was all about him - always.

You were watching the news in the evening, in the hope Jerome would be mentioned, but as in the other days, it was not. Just any idiots robbed a bank, someone stole a car, the Mad Hatter attempted to kill people but it failed deeply… things like that.

You sighed for yourself, you were clearly worried about your boyfriend. You were wondering what was going through his head, whether he was extremely mad at you, whether you wanted to see you at all anymore, whether he had someone else already. When it was about Jerome, you were an over-thinker. You wanted everything to be perfect, you wanted him to be with you forever, you should never argue - but this situation was the complete opposite. Everything went wrong.

After a while you suddenly heard a knock on your door. You flinched a little since you didn’t expect someone would want to visit you in the late evening. All your friends distanced themselves from you a little when they heard you and Jerome were a couple. They loved you for sure but they also knew who Jerome was. They knew he’d control you, he’d be constantly around you, he’d do anything to split them apart from you because he owned you.

You looked through the spy, you couldn’t believe your eyes. Was it a dream? It had to be a dream! It was Jerome who was standing in front of the door. You were happy about that for sure! He didn’t leave you alone!

“Open the door, doll,” Jerome stood close to the door looking at the spy from the outside, “See, I’m back. Didn’t ya miss me?” Instantly, you tore the door open and jumped in his arms. You missed him so much, these days were so horrible without him. They felt like never ending.

“Where were you the hole time? I missed you! Why didn’t you-…” you had so many questions you wanted to ask him but you interrupted by him.

“I’ll answer all your questions soon, doll,” Jerome placed a finger on your lips to shush you “But now let’s get some food. I haven’t eaten all day, work was kinda hard.” Shortly after he finished his sentence, you pulled inside your apartment to the kitchen to make him a sandwich. Now was the time where you were pulled in into the vicious circle - again you wanted everything to be perfect that he wouldn’t dare to leave you for another time. You made him his favorite sandwich, a bacon cheese sandwich, and served him some water to drink.

“Thank you, doll” Jerome took a bite in it “Mhhh, I almost forgot how good your sandwiches are.” He took another bite in it “Wow,”

“I’m glad you like it.” You just smiled while watching him eating the whole sandwich. You still couldn’t believe he was with you again. He came out of nowhere! It was like he wanted to surprise you with his appearance, he wanted you to believe he was gone again “You want some more?”

“Oh, no, I’m fine with that” he said after eating up the sandwich “Well, I assume you’re a little surprised of my sudden coming after my disappearing. You know,” Jerome tried to find the right words “I needed time. I needed time for myself to then realize I like you more than I thought. And this might be the reason why I have a problem with my face because, I want you to like me that way too. Tadaaa! HAHA. There it is!” He was clearly embarrassed, giving you that answer, he just tried to overplay it.

“But Jerome,” You actually couldn’t believe what he said. It was all because he thought you wouldn’t like him anymore because of his scars? That’s ridiculous! You didn’t care about his look, you cared about him for being him. That was all! What would change your feelings for Jerome through the scars? Nothing! Scars are natural, they’re normal, there’s nothing to be disgusted of it “You know that I love you. Why should I loose my feelings for you because of some stupid scars? They don’t change your character, they don’t change you!”

“A gentleman does everything to please the girl he likes most.” Jerome said “One thing could change anything.”

“But not for me, Jerome” You cupped his face, staring into his eyes deeply “As I said, I love you for being you. Who cares about scars?” Then you examined his face, looking at every scar detail “I kinda like them, they suit you. Give you some killer skills.”

Jerome just stared in your eyes for a while. You could see his eyes were shining bright like all the stars in space together. He seemed happy about your words. He seemed happy to her that really nothing would change your mind about him. Because, what he would never admit, he had feelings for you, very strong feelings. He couldn’t be without you. You were his life energy, you were the light to his darkness, the tower of strength. Without you he’d be helpless because you were the calm side that always pushed him back when he was about to be too chaotic.

After a while he cupped your cheeks and pressed his lips against yours. You could feel the love and passion through this kiss, you could feel that you and him were the happiest people in Gotham now, nothing could bring them apart. Nothing would ever destroy their love and affection for each other. Their bond was stronger than ever now. Maybe they loved one another even more than before.

They knew they never wanted to be separated again. No matter what happened, nothing would tear them apart.

That was clear.

[blue-flamed-phoenix]

Chapter 3 - Curiosity

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Time skip (a few hours later)

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<-Previous Chapter<-

Hayley's P.O.V

I fiddled with the bandage wrapped around my hand. After I left the canteen earlier today I punched a wall. I just felt angry and punched a wall out of anger. It was definitely dumb and incredibly stupid but hey I just got so angry. I made my way to the kitchen where the lunch ladies were making dinner for the inmates. Once I got inside I sat on one of the silver benches as I greeted the lunch ladies. I called out to Martha and Jill while they were at the stoves. "Hey Hayley, where have you been all day?" Jill asked curiously. "Visiting inmates on the third floor." I replied. "Oh my what have you done to your hand darling?" Martha asked noticing my hand as she looked over her shoulder. "Punched a wall" I replied as I played with the bandage. "What! Hayley did you get angry again?" Jill asked as I nodded. "Tsk, tsk, tsk. You can't be doing that Hayley, you should go to the med floor, get your hand checked out." Martha said as she lifted the big metal pot off the stove and over to another silver bench across from me.

"I can still move my fingers, I think it's just bruised." I said holding my hand up while moving my fingers. "You say that now, wait till it inflames into a giant blueberry." Martha replied in a motherly tone. "You gotta control that anger of yours Hayley, sooner or later it could get you into a lot of trouble." Jill told. "I know Jill, hey where's everyone else?" I asked wondering where the other lunch ladies were. "They are helping bring in the new shipment of food that just came in this afternoon." Martha said as she moved to a draw. She opened it and pulled out a red box. I immediately knew what it was. CHOCOLATE. I reached out with grabby hands as I said "gimme, gimme, gimme". Martha handed me the box and I thanked her. As I opened the box and began eating the chocolate, the other lunch ladies came in with boxes and bags full of food and stuff. "Don't eat too many of those, you'll get sick." One said as they all walked through the kitchen putting stuff away.

The lunch ladies liked me better than the rest of the inmates. They were all practically my adoptive parents. All 12 of them. As the ladies packed away the food they had brought into the kitchen, they took all the cooked food out to all the inmates on the different floors. This left me alone in the kitchen as I didn't feel like following them. I sighed and continued eating chocolate. I am addicted to it, who isn't? I heard the kitchen door open and knew right away that it wasn't one of the ladies. I turned my head to see Jerome standing there. "Might I ask what you're doing in the kitchen? I thought most inmates weren't allowed down here." I said as I ate another chocolate.

"Well I'm not most inmates, gorgeous." Jerome said as he stalked towards me. "Huh, I thought you were most inmates" I responded, my tone dripping with disinterest. "Careful gorgeous that sharp tongue can get you into a lot of trouble you know." Jerome said smiling. Hisscarsmade his smile look twice the natural size but still I remained unfazed. I watched as Jerome stalked towards me while I ate the chocolate that was still in my hands. "If you're looking for knives, they're all locked up, I don't have the key" I said as my boredom of this conversation grew larger.

"Oh trust me gorgeous, I have many ways with locks." The ginger said as he drew closer to me. "Huh, oh my gosh, I think I just had an epiphany, it's almost like I don't care." I said sarcastically as I faked surprise. I closed the chocolate box and jumped down from the bench. I walked past Jerome, the chocolate box in hand as I walked towards the doors that led back outside the kitchen. I could sense Jerome was still looking at me as I opened the door. However, I stopped and looked back at Jerome to see he was looking at me.

"Oh kitten, I hope you realise the guards don't care about what happens in here." Jerome said which sounded like a threat. "First off, don't call me kitten, secondly I know the guards don't care. I've been here a lot longer than you have Romie." I answered as I walked out of the kitchen and into the hall. I realised I had given Jerome a nickname. Romie ha ha, I like that name. I went to Oswald's room. The door was open and Oswald was just sitting at his desk.

Without knocking, I stepped inside and sat down on his bed. As soon as I sat down, he turned around and looked at me questioningly. "Sorry for walking away before in the canteen" I apologised as Oswald gave me a surprised look. "What?" Oswald said cluelessly. "I just wanted to apologise for leaving you with the ginger. I guess you could say I lost my temper a bit." I said as I opened the chocolate box again. I held the box out for Oswald to take one. "Want one?" I asked and Oswald gave me a suspicious look. "Oh come on, where's a girl like me going to get poison from and I prefer not to kill my friends as soon as I meet them?" I insisted still holding the box out.

Eventually Oswald took a chocolate and thanked me. "I don't remember you ever asking me to be your friend." Oswald said as he ate the chocolate. I chuckled. "Well it looked like you needed a friend back in the canteen. You looked miserable, I figured you could use someone to talk to." I explained. "You just walk up to random people in here and talk to them just like that?" Oswald asked with a surprised look. I nodded. "Almost everyone in the asylum knows me, considering I've been here my whole life, after a while you lose the fear" I said to which Oswald nodded. "So what did the ginger have to say while I was absent?" I asked curiously.

"Not much that's worth repeating. But I don't think he's planning to leave me alone so I'm probably going to be sleeping with one eye open tonight." Oswald muttered to which I nodded and looked around the cell. "Well, hopefully things get better." I said as I looked at Oswald. "I'll see you tomorrow Oswald. Good night" I replied as I bid Oswald farewell. "Goodnight Hayley" I heard him say as I walked out of his cell. As I walked down the dark hallway, I reached a large vent and opened it. I climbed in and shut the vent behind me. I climbed up the vents until I reached a certain floor of the asylum. The Comatose and vegetative state ward.

I opened a vent and crawled into the ward. I shut the vent behind me and stood up. I began to walk past each bed that had a patient in it that was either in a coma or a vegetative state. That is until I made it to one particular bed. My father's. I got a chair and sat at his bedside. I grabbed his hand and held it in both mine. I looked at my father's pale, weakened face. I could hear machines beeping and the ventilator helping him breathe in the background.

"Hey dad," I said as I looked at him. "Sorry, I haven't been up here in awhile. It's been hectic down stairs, especially in the violent ward." I apologised. "I missed you, I hope that you are doing OK in there. A lot has happened in the last few months." I began to explain as I just sat there and talked not knowing if he heard me or not. "More and more inmates have been coming to the asylum, a lot more than usual." I explained and so for the rest of the night I told my father about the latest things that have happened in Arkham Asylum.

By the time I finished talking to my father it was almost dawn. So I said goodbye to my dad and climbed through the vents again only this time I climbed to the top floor.

->Next Chapter->

[shitforbrainsmal]

jerome drabble 😯😯

pairing : jerome valeska x reader

this is so cringe 💀

Maybe calling Y/n was a bad idea.

The same notion kept running through Jim Gordon's head, becoming increasingly exasperated each time—all directed at himself. He knew something was erroneous as soon as he heard the sound of sneakers stomping bellicosely against the concrete ground. But maybe, just maybe, he could pacify her before she did anything rash on impulse. If no one died today at the hands of a lovesick Y/n, it would be pristine fortuity.

He knew that engaging in a gunfight with Jerome would be hazardous, but goddammit, the ginger kenned how to get under his skin. It was enough for Jim to bring out his own gun with only a few simple words of taunting and travesty and threatening to affright desultory civilians (along with Jerome waving around a gun indolently). He didn't expect the other officers to follow suit. He had no recollection of dialing Y/n. It was most likely a spur-of-the-moment decision.

The rhythmic flipping of a butterfly knife pulled him out of his regretful phrenic process. He could only analyze her forms of movement and endeavor to gauge if she was considering making a sudden kineticism. It was made worse by the fact that she was not dressed up. She came striding in with a dyad of dark plaid boxers and a white wife beater. She exhaled deeply and perpetuated to flip her knife back and forth, unsure of what to do next.

Her eyes landed on Jim before shifting to Jerome.

"Hiya Y/n-ie," He sang as he waved his free gloved hand at her. Gradually, she blinked. "The fuck's happening here?" She rasped out, her voice still fresh with lassitude.

"Jim--"

Before Jerome could concoct an eccentric narrative to set Y/n off, Jim cut him off. "Your boyfriend threatened irreprehensible individuals in front of the cops, and the cops are acting cautiously in replication to his threats." Jim verbalized. Y/n's eye twitched, and her knife-flipping hand came to a halt. Jim clenched his fingers on his revolver, but he maintained a steady optical discernment on Jerome. "So basically you two are fighting, again?" Y/n held off on doing anything hasty.

"And you called me, hoping to help you, when you have the whole fucking GCPD pointing their guns at my boyfriend."

Emerging from her mouth, it sounded much worse. "And, Jerome, what are you doing up so early for? It's eight a.m., and you've already decided, 'Hey, let's mess with Jim Gordon today so we can have a fucking gun fight!'" Jim had hoped earlier she wouldn't have seen the bullet apertures in the walls behind both him and Jerome.

Jerome's grin tightened, and his brows twitched. "I wasn't expecting him to call you." He confessed. "He didn't have to, though. Doll, be upset at him, not at me." His tone was a little sharper than he intended. Y/n sighed deeply and stuffed the knife back into her pocket. Jim stood there still as she ambulated over to Jerome, her hand seizing the gun in his.

"Let go," She verbalized incredulously. With the same sickening smile on his face, Jerome glared at Jim. He wasn't about to give up simply because his girlfriend said so. "Fine. You baby." She strides over to Jim Gordon, clicking her tongue. "Look at me," she says. Y/n frowned deeply. "Just let the gun go and I promise we'll be out of here." She offered. "Without causing any harm?" Jim didn't glance at her, instead fixating on the other murderer.

Y/n whistled lowly. Her frown gradually became a little grin. "I can't believe you shot at my boyfriend," She tsked and playfully bopped Jim's nose. He became disoriented and his gaze shifted to the girl. He bent over in pain as she slammed her fist into his gut, sending his gun flying. Y/n prehended it and jumped rearwards, grabbing Jerome by the collar and dragged him behind a cop car with her.

Bullets were fired at both of them right away. Gordon rose up and called for backup while coughing in discomfort. "You're a fucking idiot," Y/n hissed. Jerome kissed her on the forehead sweetly. "Uh-huh," He hummed in erroneous accedence. Y/n craned her neck over the car and fired multiple shots from the edge of the roof, killing three cops in the process.

"Shit." Y/n suddenly exclaimed. "What is it?" Jerome regarded her with some concern. "I forgot to feed the dog!" She cursed. "Guess we better make this quick then, doll." Jerome giggled and pulled her up with him. They both shot together, laughing with each other in regalement. "I think that's good 'nuff," Y/n leaned up to give him a kiss underneath his jaw. Before her lips could meet his skin, he leaned down and caught them with his own.

It commenced with a little kiss and expeditiously evolved into a brief make-out session. Y/n pulled back and looked down.

"Are you really getting off to this?"

[valeska4ever]

Jerome Valeska x Edward Nashton

Rating: Smut

Words: 2,946

Warnings and kinks: Knifeplay, frottage, bondage, bloodplay, edgeplay, degradation, Jerome being undomesticated, fearplay (sorta), kidnapping, aftercare (sorta)

Jerome kidnaps the famous "Riddler" not expecting to find just a loyal fanboy.

Slowly regaining his mind, Edward is met with the dark inside of a bag. The majority of his senses a blur, a muffled dialogue being his background music as he attempts to ground himself in the present. While weakly attempting to look to where the light peeks through the bag, it's ripped from his head. The light hit him like a flash bang, overwhelming his senses to a painful degree. Edward curling in on himself like it'll help.

"Really? This's the guy?"

Ed freezes, even in his current state, he knows that voice. Blinking rapidly to adjust his eyes, looking in the direction of the chilling voice and being met with white shoes. Trailing his eyes up over plaid suit pants, a matching vest over a yellow shirt, with a patterned tie being the last thing Edward sees before his suspicions are confirmed with a scarred face.

Jerome Valeska

Ed leans back into the chair, grasping his hands together behind his back hoping the pressure will soothe this feeling of running jitters through his body.

"Yeah, leave us for a bit, I'll call for you when I need ya," The ginger says to someone behind the brunette. The mystery of their identity is revealed soon after when a top-hatted man walks into view. He gives a quick bow to Ed before continuing and completing his exit, Jerome watching him.

With him turned to the door, Edward couldn't get a read on his emotions. Looking around the room, it becomes clear what it's for, the hardwood floor, the rolled-up sheets of plastic in the corner… this was where Edward was going to die.

"So," Edward's eyes dart back to the clown just as he ceremoniously turns around, hands behind his back and elbows squared. "you're that Riddler guy everyone's talking about."

It's said so blankly like it's just a fact even though it seems to be a question. Edward nods his head, figuring it's better than not answering the not question.

Jerome gives out a hummed "Hmm" as he walks over to the seated man, before leaning over to get on eye level with him.

"Don't seem like much." Edward maybe would've chuckled if he wasn't struggling to breathe. It felt like there was a heavy weight on his chest and how it only got heavier with the lack of space between their faces.

Jerome's eyes give a quick once over, a look of confusion before he asks "Are you really that shocked you're here? With all those letters you wrote."

A hundred questions went through Edward's mind. He saw my work? He got the references? Is that why I'm here? Does he disagree with my work?

"I mean," he starts before standing up to his full height, "it's pretty clear with all the clown stuff. And the fact I was in Arkham. And the fact you doodled my little symbol on everything."

Ed's jaw slackens with the shock that Jerome Valeska actually went through his work on the Arkham project injustices. 

"Hey, careful there, you tryin to catch flies or something?"

His mouth quickly closes, embarrassed. The small silence after seeming to be too much for the temperamental man who rolls his eyes, his posture slacking with boredom.

"Are you always this quiet? I was expecting something a bit more interesting from a guy who leaves riddles at his crime scenes"

Edward frantic to respond "I- No, sorry, just-"

"Get to it! You're boring me and I don't like being bored!" A comedic lilt at the end.

"I never thought you'd actually pay attention to anything I did! Especially not enough to recognize my references to your work!"

"Oh?" He says reaching into his pocket.

"Well I did notice and I wanna know why," procuring a switchblade "you're dragging me into your little performance."

The tip of the knife is placed under Edward's jaw before his head is guided to tilt this way and that, under the close, keyword close, inspection of the ginger who's once again invaded Ed's personal space.

"Cause you don't look like any of my followers so I doubt you're just some little fanboy."

Edward's face involuntarily contorts at the comment. A feeling akin to guilt at the fact he is in fact a fan and a follower of Jerome. 

"Oh don't tell me…" it apparently doesn't go unnoticed.

Edward looks away, the guilt and embarrassment keeping up his throat making him struggle to swallow the spit that's collected in his mouth. It doesn't do much as Jerome just moves his head to keep the, honestly unnerving, eye contact. Seemingly finding something in the scared man's eyes, he smiles wide.

"Ohhh wow! You are!" He shrugs "I would've never guessed"

He removes the knife, leaving Edward's personal space. Finally, he felt like he could breathe, letting out a puff of air.

"Hmm, now I don't know what to do with ya. I was expecting something much worse than some fanboy," he says walking around the chair, returning the knife to its previous spot in his pocket. When Ed tries to follow him, he sees a rolling table of tools and a plastic tub fit for a human. 

"Oh! Nah, not gonna use these on you. Don't worry," Jerome says casually, seeing the look on Ed's face. He adds on an "Unless ya want me to" while trailing his hands over them

Part of Ed wants to say his true feelings but is still shaken by what would've happened to him if he wasn't just "some fanboy". So shaken he jolts when Jerome rests his hand on his shoulder while passing him.

"Geez, you are jumpy," he says before standing in front of Edward with a theatrically confused face, seeming deep in thought as he looks at the fanboy. Then, a sudden look of realization!

"How about I quiz ya? That sound fun?"

Earning a simple nod from Ed.

"Hm? Couldn't hear ya!"

A simple nod wasn't enough.

"Sure, Mr. Valeska…"  unsure of how to refer to the more powerful man. 

"Oooo, 'Mr. Valeska'! Keep that, I like it"

"Yes, Mr. Valeska sir"

"Good..." Ed blushes at that " Now! First question!"

After comically putting his finger up, Jerome asks the question:

"What was my first crime?"

"The murder of your Mother, sir." 

"Yeah, I guess," He looks away, in a way that reads as reminiscent "no way you could've known all the cookies I stole back home."

Edward relaxes into the chair with a smile, enjoying the experience of his idol joking around with him. When Jerome looks back and sees his face, there's a chuckle. The level of non-threatening attention makes the man suddenly nervous.

"Hm, how do you feel about it? The murder of my whore of a mother?"

"I think you were right to do it." A feeling of anger creeps under Edward's skin thinking of what happened to Jerome, "She was a horrible wretched woman and deserved what she got."

"Easy there tiger, someone would think you killed her with how you're actin," Jerome says, putting his hand out like a sign to pause.

Looking back on it, Ed feels embarrassed by how much it got to him. Avoiding looking at his idol, fearing how he may look at him disapprovingly. A simple "hey" grabs his attention back though.

"I like your answer, buddy. I'm glad we agree on somethin here." A big smile sweeps across Ed's face, relief washing over him.

"Geez, you must be the happiest kidnapping victim I've ever seen."

Oh fuck, "Well I-" Ed starts before being cut off by the continuing questions.

"Next question! What's something I've said in a video?"

"Your first video to the public. 'We're here to spread the message of wisdom and hope.'" It always stuck out to him because of the inflection and tone used.

"Here to- what? I don't remember anything like that doll face…"

All previous calm was disrupted by the sudden tonal shift, leaning forward desperate to keep his body parts intact, to keep Jerome's approval intact, "It was during your attack on the GCPD precinct! You killed commissioner Sarah Essen! You recorded a video!" Ed could feel tears prick at his eyes, "You shot two men still alive while giving a speech to the camera! It was pre revival and-"

"Oh! Should've just said that! I struggle a bit to remember stuff before Galavan got me," said like he was just remembering his keys, before seeing the look on Ed's face.

"Relax buddy, you know your stuff, better than I do apparently" Ed nods "There ya go, now, my next question..."

Jerome walks closer to the seated man, Edward's head tilting back to keep his eyes on the fanboy's face, his back pressing against the back of the chair. The ginger comically checks over him, bottom to top, eventually stopping close to his face again; an inquisitive look on his face.

"How about..." a smile creeping onto his face, "how you feel about me?"

The question shocked Ed, and apparently just his "I- uh..." is all it took to test the man's patience. Him shouting for Edward to "Cmon! Spit it out!", smile wiped from his face, shocked an answer out of Edward.

"I think you're amazing!"

That's it, I'm dead, I've sealed my fate, he's gonna kill me and my last emotion ever will be embarrassment-

"Ohhh really?" He asks, correcting his posture, "do tell more.."

"You're incredible, Mr. Valeska! The clear intellect that must go into your planning. Your outfits for every performance. You have amazing showmanship and great stage presence and-"

"Okay okay, you can stop there," he says and rolls his eyes "If I didn't know better I'd say you have a crush on me." He laughs.

He laughs because to him, it's a joke. A comedic idea. To Edward, to the embarrassment creeping up his spine, it very much was not. And it showed.

"Oh? Eddie boy, you should've just told me. I'm over here quizin ya and we could've been doing much more fun things..." His tone lowers as he reaches for his knife again.

"Now Eddie, puddin cup," He says, straddling his lap.

"You've been sitting here this whole time with no complaints..." He flicks the knife open, pressing the blade dangerously against the brunette's cheek "you must getting off on this or something, like a little freak"

The words, the accusations, going straight to Edward's dick. A feeling of desperation spread across his body as a look of need spread on his face.

"Ooo that got a reaction, and here I was worried you'd want me to be nice to you," Jerome says, using the knife to tuck a piece of hair behind his victim's ear. Trailing down to the edge of his jaw.

"Why don't you tell me some things you've thought of? Hm? I'm real interested in what a guy like you would want with a clown like me"

"I want you to do whatever you want with me.."

"No no," a cold, threatening tone as the knife presses into Ed's skin, causing him to whimper, "more detail."

With his eyes closed, shielding him from the reaction of his idol, Edward continues, "This! I've wanted this! I've wanted you overpowering me and threatening me, especially with your knife and I've wanted-"

His eyes shoot open at the fact he almost said too much, only to see a huge smile across the ginger's face.

"Cmon sugar," the man nuzzles into the other's neck on the side without the knife, tilting up to whisper into his ear "I know there's more."

"I-" Jerome leans back at the noise, just enough to watch his expressions from the corner of his eye, "I want you to use me. Like a toy. Just take what you want, no questions."

"What I want, huh?" With that same smile across his face.

"... Yes, Mr. Valeska."

"And if I wanted to hurt you...?" He asks with an inquisitive expression.

"Anything you want, Mr. Valeska…"

Jerome uses his other hand, hooking his fingers into Ed's shirt, moving it aside before quickly drawing his knife down the boy's collarbone.

The pain hits him all at once, resisting the urge to curl in on himself. Squeezing his eyes closed, he groans. Head swimming with only the pressure on his legs to ground himself. He swallows the lump in his throat as if it was blocking whatever he needed to pant. 

"Oh wow…"

Before he can even begin to process what that meant he's tasting blood and leather, a pressure on his tongue. Looking up at Jerome for answers, he finds only an unreadable look in his eyes.

"Oh, you're just gorgeous, doll"

The words earned a moan in response from Edward as he licked the glove clean.

"I wonder what else this mouth could be used for," the ginger says before shoving his fingers down the other's throat, making him gag and moan again. He brings them back.

"That could definitely be trained out of you, baby, don't worry," he says as he pushes his fingers, slowly creeping down his throat

Ed receives a "Good boy" when he attempts to nod despite the restrictions.

The digits slowly creep back before finally reaching a point where the restrained man gags. A soft "There it is" as he rests his fingers to a point right before his victim gags.

"Keep still, just keep looking at me, dollface"

Following his instructions, Edward stares into the other's eyes, still finding an unreadable look behind the lust. The off feeling of needing to gag but not having the bodily reaction sitting in his esophagus.

"There you go... a few minutes of this every day and I'll be able to make your dreams come true!" With a mockingly sweet voice, before in a much rougher voice, "If this wasn't so fun."

The fingers push to gag him before he can even process the words, leaving Edward to moan at the sick pleasure.

"Does it feel good Eddie? You like this?" He asks same rough tone, leaving Eddie with a hum of approval as his only option to communicate.

"Good, let's see how long until you break."

And that's the only warning Edward got before feeling the fingers fuck his throat. Rough, leaving him feeling dirty as he gags and moans. Head swimming, drooling on himself as his throat's used. Feeling another slice to his collarbone, loudly moaning around the intrusion in his mouth.

"It stopped bleeding, pumpkin, I had to fix it," he says, making more cuts on the surrounding area, adding more adrenaline to the mix of chemicals flowing in Ed's body.

"Fuck, you look so fucking pathetic-" The demeaning word goes straight to the man's dick as he bucks his hips, searching for some sort of friction.

"Oh? So that's what you like, huh? Being a disgusting little pervert?"

Only able to respond in loud moans and moving hips, Edward feels like he's being driven crazy, everything turning him on and turning his brain to mush.

"Here, lemme help," he says before sitting up to rest his knee between the other's thighs, "The least I can do for how good you're taking my fingers down your throat."

Edward immediately takes the opportunity to grind his dick against it, finally getting some release. Loudly moaning as tears streak down his face.

Tell me-" Jerome removes fingers, instead roughly holding the man's jaw,  "you got practice, sweetheart?"

"You finger fuck your throat every night, crying, whining, just wishing it was my fuckin cock?" The rough grip becomes painful, "Huh, pumpkin?"

"Yes! Fuck fuck fuck- yes! I do! I wanna be perfect for you!" He responds, shaking with desperation.

Jerome just releases his face and smiles, watching and enjoying the effect he had on the other.

"fuck I'm so close, so fucking close, oh my god" Ed whines, hips quickening against the other's thigh.

"Awe, you wanna cum, sweetheart?"

Edward nods.

"Wanna rub your dick on my leg and cum in your boxers like a disgusting freak?"

"Yes! Please please please, please sir," Edward feels broken by the words.

"Please who?"

"Please, Mr. Valeska! Please let me cum!"

"Good boy, go ahead and make a pretty mess for me"

As if his body itself was waiting for permission, it only takes a few more thrusts before his release. Panting as his fogged-over mind slowly returns to him.

"There ya go, sweetheart, there ya go, good job," the praising words helping to ground him.

"Did I do good? Mr. Valeska?" Voice broken by the sobbing and rough treatment.

"Yes you did, you did great. Now!" He says, moving his leg away.

Jerome circles the chair, cutting the rope around the man's wrists.

"Let's get you to a doc for those cuts, I wanna make sure they don't kill ya, I don't clean this knife that often," he announces.

As Jerome's making his way around and in front of him, Ed touches around his collarbones, feeling the raised bumps of smiley faces cut into his skin. He smiles to himself, enjoying the possessive seeming action. Something just so, Jerome.

"Oh, you really are crazy for me!" 

Ed looks up at the comment to see a smile and that look of adoration in his eyes again.

Adoration…

The look is adoration.

"Yeah..." says Edward, softly, before he attempts to stand up and ultimately fails, "um, I need help walking, Mr. Valeska"

 

"Here let me just," putting his arm around him as he puts Ed's arm over his shoulder, "and you can call me Jerome now, definitely earned it"

"Okay… Jerome.." Smiling at the new sign of closeness.

"There ya go! Not brain dead! Already doing good!"

[999null999]

Chapter three is here!

okay here it is guys! as usual i hope you guys read and i hope you guys enjoy! thanks if you’ve read so far 

link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38620068/chapters/97290318

[jeromevalecka]

୨୧ jerome valeska nsfw alphabet .

words : 889

warnings : nsfw , extreme ish kinks , jerome (😭) and overall sexual themes

notes : reader is gn but afab , smut. sorry for any grammar mistakes n I hope this is sorta in character ♡

⚠︎NSFW BELOW, PROCEED WITH CAUTION⚠︎

A = aftercare (what they’re like after the act)

Jerome at first doesn't know what to do and just goes to clean himself up. If you were to give him hints though he'd of course clean you up too. If he's tired after he'll request to cuddle and fall asleep together

B = body part (favorite body part of their own and their s/o's )

He likes his hands most for some reason, he loves seeing it on your body, around your throat and whenever you were to suck on his fingers. In terms of his s/o's favorite body part it's definitely your throat or hips. Loves pulling you close by the hips and choking you

C = cum (anything that has to do with it)

Jerome definitely has a breeding kink, he likes "marking" you as his, definitely also loves cumming into your mouth

D = dirty secret (pretty self explanatory)

He's into being choked as well. Would also love to have sex somewhere publicly. Though Jerome is mostly an open book with you about his kinks, fantasies etc so these would probably be discussed at some point.

E = Experience (do they know what they are doing)

Jerome probably hasn't had sex before you came along. But his confidence and his knowledge definitely makes up for it!

F = favorite position

Loves doggy-style , he can pull your hair and slam into you more rough this way. He also likes the riding position

G = goofy (how serious are they)

I think we all know Jerome , so he'd probably be a little silly goofy during sex but of course also takes it serious. Would love for you to crack up a laugh during it though when he makes a joke.

H = hair (grooming habits)

Never shaves, likes the way it looks unshaven, plus he couldn't care less.

I = intimacy (in the moment romantic or rough/dirty)

I think we all guessed but he looooves going rough and hard.

J = jack off (do they masturbate and how often)

Used to masturbate like everyday, now does it every once in a while if you aren't around.

K = kinks (certain kinks they like)

some of his kinks are : ax play, knife play, choking kink, bdsm, spit kink, public sex, biting kink, dacraphilia (gets aroused if you were to cry), hair pulling, daddy kink etc.

L = location (where they like to get it on)

Prefers the bedroom, but has definitely had fantasies of doing you in a dark alleyway somewhere in Gotham or in a ride at the carnival.

M = Motivation (things that turn them on)

If you were to let out groans or certain noises. Seeing your cleavage, ass or just you in underwear. Sucking on his fingers. Whenever you sit down on his lap etc.

N = no (turnoffs or absolutely won't-do's)

anything involving sex with multiple people, he wants you all to himself.

O = oral (receiving or giving and how skillful they are)

absolutely loves giving you head (like I stated in my previous nsfw hcs for him), he's actually pretty good at it. Blowjobs are also one of his favorite things, likes to throatfuck you.

P = pace (how fast they are and how long they last)

Jerome likes going fast, he can probably go for 3 rounds if he isn't tired.

Q = quickie (do they prefer fast and hard)

Jerome's hips always lose control, he loses himself in the moment so his page is fast and his thrusts are hard.

R = risk (do they like to try new things)

He's not opposed to new things and would be willing to try stuff out with you.

S = stamina (how many times they can go and how long each round lasts)

can definitely go 3 rounds or more whenever he's not tired, each round is less than 7 mins max

T = toys (are they game for using sex toys on themselves or their s/o)

He has definitely bought one of those remote control vibrators before to tease you with when you guys are out.

U = unfair (how do they tease and do they enjoy suspense themselves)

Of course he's such a tease during sex, he likes seeing you get desperate and needy for him. It goes the same way if you were to tease him, he'd definitely lose patience and start getting desperate.

V = volume (are they loud, what kind of sounds and do they talk)

Jerome is definitely not afraid to let you hear how much he's enjoying it. Definitely groans a lot during sex and loooves to praise you (if you wanna be degraded he's definitely up for that too)

W = wild card (random sincanon of any sort)

He loves leaving bites and hickies all over you from neck to thighs. Also likes it if you were to squeeze his ass while in missionary (it turns him on more).

X = x-ray (what's down below in their pants)

He's a solid 6.3 inches and his shaft curves upwards a little.

Y = yearning (sexdrive level)

He gets horny super easily and once he does you can't stop him 😭

Z = zzz (do they sleep afterwards and if so how quickly after)

He definitely gets sleepy after it, likes cuddling and falling asleep together with you. He usually falls asleep after a solid 7 minutes as he snores quietly and softly in your arms.

requests are open ! thank you for reading have a great day/night ♡

[coupleoffanfics]

Gotham Isekaied Reader

I have an idea. It's nothing new. I wrote nearly 5 pages of this idea, but I'm too scared to post it since it's filler and I even drew a cover. So I will ramble about this idea through headcanon. Some Jerome x Reader, I’m sorry. I can’t help myself. CW: One mention of suicide.

y/n wakes up to find that her life has gotten a major upgrade. Any flaws that her family has is erased. Did mom drink away stress? Now she doesn’t even touch alcohol. Dad isn’t smoking away his life. Her older brother is a law-abiding citizen who is studying to become a lawyer. Her younger brother is more positive about life and growing up in a home that they wished they had.

Not to mention that they’re rich. She no longer lives in a bad neighborhood and sleeps in a snazzy mansion.

Life is looking up until y/n turns on the TV with a news story about a man killing corrupt people with weather balloons.

She sits there thinking, ‘This was nice, but I should be getting back home.’

Maybe y/n’s close friends with Bruce beforehand. That’s when she realizes that she has to learn about the other y/n’s life. She can’t risk telling anyone about “we’re in a shitty TV show” without everyone considering throwing her into a mental institution. Tough luck because she ends up in Arkham regardless.

She writes down plotlines that she remembers. Making files on the character that she has met. Her files are hidden away in her room and aren't brought up later down the line when a certain person finds them.

How y/n ends up in Arkham is complicated. I want y/n to be completely sane through our POV, so she’s not going to be “I’m so insane and quirky”. Maybe she’s framed or killed someone in self-defense. Well, okay, I have thought out what gets her thrown into Arkham, but I don’t think anyone would find it interesting.

During her trial, the prosecutor will use her history of depression and suicide attempts to paint her as a homicidal. The whole trial is fishy, yet ends with her being locked up.

Bruce believes y/n when she says she hasn't done anything and promises to get her out of there. Legally of course.

Alfred probably tries to keep Bruce from visiting because Arkham has a reputation and doesn’t want him to be anywhere near there. The poor boy is going through too much in a short amount of time. 

So Bruce will send Selina to deliver anything. Or they both run away to visit y/n. When they come back to the manor and Alfred is questioning them, they both lie by saying that they’re somewhere else.

Bruce just wants to make sure his bestie is alright. Selina is just along for the ride but might visit y/n even when she doesn’t need to.

While in Arkham y/n is vibing in her little corner when Jerome starts bugging her. Might tell him about some plotlines just to see if anyone would believe her.

Jerome just laughs it off and starts orbiting y/n because she’s interesting. She tends to ramble and mumble to herself, for some reason he finds it so cute.

“You’re kind of funny, but I wouldn’t call you a joker.” She says before thinking, ‘Because legally you aren’t him. Thanks a lot, higher-ups.’

He writes about her in his diary and uses any stickers that she gives him. ‘Yeah, she's weird. Calling people characters and saying that we aren’t real, but she’s my little weirdo. I also got another pack of Hello Kitty stickers from her.’ Then he proceeds to doodle her with crayons.

When Theo Galavan surprise adopts them, Jerome starts taking y/n’s words more seriously. Still doesn’t believe her when she says he and everyone aren’t real. Like how is that possible? He feels real, oh whatever he has no time for that.

At the manor, Bruce is freaking out and dialing Jim begging him to save his bestie from that homicidal ginner. Theo has to make it seem like y/n is a hostage since she refuses to do any killing and Jerome has scary dog privilege.

‘They aren’t real. They aren’t people.’ She’d try to tell herself, but she just can’t bring herself to try to hurt someone. y/n is one of those freaks who try to drive safely in GTA without running over anyone or anything.

She doesn’t think that her words mean anything and that everything will follow the script. Until she tells Jerome to take an extra lighter with him. She’s chilling by herself when the news shows footage of a burnt bus and the news anchor talking about the cheerleaders who lost their lives.

That’s when y/n starts thinking over everything she’s said. She debates whether or not she should tell Jerome about Theo’s betrayal.

‘The show does start declining in ratings when he’s killed off. I could be doing the writers a favor, but what about the people? No, characters. They’re just characters! They aren’t real!’

In the end, Jerome is killed off and she’s put back into Arkham. Everyone is surprised by how calm she is after Jerome’s death. Not upset or anything. Like weren’t they close? Maybe their relationship was more one-sided.

Jim will question y/n and she might let a few things slip. Most brush her words off as they believe that she has some sort of Stockholm syndrome and is angry at Theo for killing her captor.

Back at Arkham, y/n yells, “FUCK!” When seeing Hugo Strange.

When Theo is dealt with, Jim will visit her or send her a thank you card for pointing him in the right direction regarding the investigation.

I’m getting tired and I might continue writing about this.

But I was going to have y/n be free from Arkham when some evidence regarding her case comes out. y/n will be outwardly passive throughout the story.

In the end, I was going to have y/n be the one who becomes Joker. Maybe she falls into a tub of chemicals. Don’t worry darling you aren’t going to be deformed like Jeremiah at the end. You’ll look different, but still smoking hot. 😘

Anyway seeing the physical change, her dwindling hope of getting back home, and her mental state being worn out. She decides to step up and take the name of Joker.

Bruce angst all the way. Maybe angst for other characters, but I could see this tearing him apart. He’s forced to watch his closest friend be replaced by a cackling monster. To then eventually start fighting against her.

She doesn’t react to being called y/n anymore, but she’ll give Batman/Bruce a melancholy look if he calls her by that. He doesn’t call her y/n often because that wasn’t y/n. y/n l/n was dead and there was no way she was coming back.

The theory of Joker being sane will ring true to y/n. She knows this isn’t real. It’s just fiction and any good piece of fiction needs a good villain. Since she’s not making it back home, she’ll make things fun.

Or multiple endings because those are always fun.

“Jerome? Jeremiah? Never heard of them.”

[misfitgirlwrites]

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Lucifer Having A Crush On You/How Would He React (We're Halfway There, Folks) [Hazbin Hotel] ✨️

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[maweallgotohell]

OKAY NO WAIT

I was reading fanfiction a few minutes ago, right? And it was about halloween costumes. Well, Cameron in halloween costumes.

AND DO YOU KNOW WHAT JUST RANDOMLY CAME TO MY MIND?!?!

okok y’all aren’t ready for this scenario-

Imagine it being Halloween and yn and Cam are going to go to a Halloween party of one of their friends. He knew what costume you’d choose, because you loved it so much, you couldn’t shut up about it. He, however, kept his costume choice a secret. You were lowkey scared he’d come up with something either incredibly scary, weird or stupid but it was

so.

much.

worse.

Or better, in your case.

After a few years of you and him being in a relationship, you randomly told him, that you had an immense crush on his character Jerome Valeska when you were 17. You were a few years younger than him. He was 30 now and you were 25. So when he was 22, you were 17, which was when they released the second season of Gotham. (This shit took all my math knowledge omfg)

You two laughed about it together. Cameron was a bit surprised that you randomly shared your teenage crushes with him, but he found it cute and funny.

So anyways.

It was the evening of the party and you already waited for him in the kitchen, already wearing your (fav costume) costume.

Cam‘s costume must’ve been very time-, skill- and effort-consuming, because he had called someone he once worked with, to help him with it. By the time you were really curious about his costume. Why did he make it such a secret?

You didn’t want to be late, so you knocked on the bathroom door and called:“ Cam, darling, are you ready soon? We’re gonna be late.“

„Yeah, yeah, just a sec, hun!“, he answered from the other side of the door, giggling like a little child.

What the hell was up with him? His costume must be really great.

You went back down the stairs and waited for him at the bottom of the staircase.

After a few minutes, you heard the bathroom door creak open upstairs and him giggling. As he came downstairs you turned around and-

You couldn’t believe your eyes.

Were you dreaming?

Wth was happening.

In front of you stood your boyfriend.

As Jerome mf Valeska.

You stopped breathing for a bit and felt like passing out any second. All those butterflies you felt for the character in your teens-

They were back.

„You like it?“, Cam smirked.

You just stared at him.

Then you just broke out into loud laughter.

„Wtf Cam HAHAHAH WHAT IS THIS“

You had to grab onto your thighs for support while wheezing and laughing.

„I thought, for this Halloween, I’d go as your teenage crush.“, he joined in on your laughter.

„I can’t take this Cam omfg. It’s so weird. I can’t take you seriously with this, you know that right?“

„Nah, I think you’re just even more in love with me right now.“, he grinned proudly.

„Yeah true.“

„Sooo“, he asked, a mischievous smirk on his face.

„ You still in love with lil ol‘ me?“, he asked in his deep Jerome voice.

Your face dropped.

„There is no way you can still do that.“, you said, blushing like mad.

He began laughing again.

„ Guess your crush on him is still there.“, he grinned.

„Yeah I guess the fictional crushes of teenage girls will never leave them.“, you said, a hand now over your mouth, still in shock.

„ Then let’s make little Yn‘s teenage dream come true and let her spend an evening with her bad boyfriend, Jerome Valeska.“, he grinned, placing an arm around your hip as he started guiding you towards the front door to leave.

„You know I’ll not be able to process this the whole evening, right?“, you asked, still a bit in shock.

„Yep.“, he grinned happily.

„Maybe my hot gf will be all over me even more the whole evening.“, he said, leaning down towards your ear, then whispering.

„ You look very hot btw hun. Gotta make sure to not let my feelings take over and take you home again just so I can have you all to myself, huh?“, he smirked.

You blushed. Yn exe literally stopped working.

You had literally the best boyfriend, Cameron Monaghan, who was also Jerome Valeska today..

Wtf.

„I love you so much Cameron, you know that?“

He smiled at you.

„ If you want you could even call me Jerome or J today.“, he smirked.

„But yeah, I know that. I love you too. And I love you more.“, he smiled proudly.

„But just don’t fall for Jerome more than for me, alright?“, he asked jokingly.

„No can do.“, you laughed at him as he poked your sides and started to tickle you as a response to your sassy answer.

—————

At the party, you two leaned on the bar waiting for your drinks. Well basically he leaned with his back against the bar and you leaned with your back against his hard chest, him having his arms around you. He put his head onto your shoulder and let out a sigh, making you shoot him a questioning look.

Then he raised his voice in the Jerome tone.

„It just feels good to be back.“

You giggled.

„Just don’t start killing people for real okay?“

„Why not? I wouldn’t harm you of course, doll. You’re the Bonnie to my Clyde.“, he murmured in your ear in that raspy voice.

You laughed.

„Hell yeah I am.“

You took his hand in yours and placed a soft kiss on its back.

„And nothing’s gonna change that.“, you added, now turning your head to the side and giving him a kiss on the cheek. He smiled, turned his head in your direction as well and kissed you on your lips, soft and gentle, the sfx make up on his lips feeling funny but also kinda real, which was astonishing.

As you pulled back, you examined every inch of his scarred face. Then you absentmindedly traced the scar where his face was „sewn on again“.

This was literally the most romntic thing Cam could’ve ever done for you and you didn’t even think about it earlier. That he could dress as Jerome.

There was a moment of silence as you two looked at each other.

„ I love you.“, you said. It was the most genuine and honest tone of yours.

„ Just please don’t get stabbed in the neck again or fall off a building. I can’t handle that shit again 8 years later. Hurt bad enough at 17.“, you smirked, rolling your eyes.

He chuckled.

„ I promise.“, he said in a playful way, but then his expression turned serious.

„I could never leave you YN, really. I love you.“

——————-

You two had an amazing evening.

BROOO IMAGINE-

Guys it’s 4:22 am and I’m sick so I really don’t give a fuck about any mistakes in this. That’s also why there aren’t any cute symbols or pictures for the aesthetic, I’m literally writing this on my phone rn. So I’ll fix that and correct them later, okay?

Thanks

Love ya <3

Bye

[keydnamia]

ATTENTION! To all the hero’s with villains for life. Please control your villains.

We are tired of rebuilding the destruction in the city because they want to show their love to you and prove the connection you two have!

[ficklefics]

Watching You - Jerome Valeska x Reader

Arkham as a watcher. A ghost in the walls, pulling at the strings, working the Asylum into a controlled frenzy. But Jerome Valeska is a rogue element, and you won’t let him disrupt your plans. But he has his own goals, his own desires. An unstoppable force meets an immovable object.

MASTERLIST

Warnings: none

(A/N: it has been quite a while since I wrote. so hi, welcome back, nice to see ya)

Arkham’s director was old and tired. He went to the events, he shook the hands, attended the meetings and performed his role like a good little actor.

But he knew nothing of what went on in his Asylum. Not truly. 

Nobody knew. The performance was strong enough, the strings pulled so perfectly, that there were no cracks in the facade. Even he assumed that the Asylum just ran itself.

You were a shadow. Working away amongst the endless rows of filing cabinets, hidden away in the archives and dark corners of the building. Barely anyone even knew your name. Your face was forgettable. Unassuming. Unimportant.

But you were everywhere. The letters left on desks, the notes on the cork boards, the phone calls the director was “too busy to make”. Nothing happened in this building without your go-ahead. 

You had incidentally found yourself in the surveillance room right around the time that Mark, who was on shift, would get a hankering for a burger from the van a half-hour walk away. You were harmlessly checking the incident sheet when he stretched, groaned, and looked over at you. 

“Hey, (Y/N)? Mind helping me out with something?”

“Of course.” You smile, turning to him.

“I have a… meeting,” He pulls at his collar, “That I really need to go to. Would you mind watching the cameras, just for an hour? Nothing will happen, I’m sure.”

“Sure thing, Mark.” He stands and you take his spot, resisting the urge to wince at the warmth of the seat. “See you later.”

He grabs his jacket and nods, hurrying out of the room. You follow him on the cameras as he leaves through an emergency exit. He thinks it doesn’t work. He doesn’t realise you deactivate it so he can exit from the far side of the building, the feeling of being unnoticed compensating for the longer journey. All to plan.

With him gone, your attention turned to the cameras. And to one distinct figure, a man who stood out from everybody else.

Jerome Valeska. The self-proclaimed ‘King of Arkham’. The man who could make even the Penguin dance.

It amused you to watch him holding court in the cafeteria. The swagger, the confidence, so self-consumed. Of course, if he ever went against your authority, he would be dealt with. But he was another cog in the system, one that drew attention away from you with his chaos and fire.

As you watched him, you considered what problems he might pose. Even as you observed, you saw other inmates whispering to him, passing notes, receiving and spreading instructions.

If he was planning something, you had to know about it. You wouldn’t allow any disruption to your mechanism - at least not any that was unplanned.

Over the hour, you began to formulate a plan. The pieces would have to fall into place perfectly if it was going to work, but the risk was worth it. It was time for you to meet the King of Arkham and put him in his place.

~~~ 

It didn’t take much to get Jerome alone in an interview room. A couple of radio calls, a mix-up of guard schedules, and looped security footage. Simple, really, when every part of the building moved under your instruction like a symphony.

He was cuffed to the table when you entered. The lock turned with a satisfying clink. Trapping him in here with you.

“Well, well, well,” He drawls, eyeing you suspiciously, “That’s not a face I recognise.” He leans forward, smirking. “And I’d never forget a face like yours.”

There was a subtle threat in the words. A threat to follow his rules or you would be dead before the next dawn. 

Cute.

“Jerome Valeska. Arrested originally at 18 for the murder of your mother. Escaped a year later with the assistance of one Theo Galavan, who later killed you.” His eyes follow you as you pace the room, reciting his file from memory. Resurrected 2 years later by Dwight Pollard and his cult. You killed him and recovered your face, which he had taken. Then you were re-arrested after a so-called ‘Carnival of Terror’, and have resided in Arkham since.” You stopped directly in front of him, not quite within reach. “Have I missed anything?”

“Well-“

“No, I haven’t.” The interruption threw him off. “I know everything about you Jerome, and I thought it was past time that we had a conversation about how things work here.”

He chuckled darkly. “Somebody thinks very highly of themselves.” His head cocked, drinking you in, trying to understand the picture before him. “And who are you, to tell me how things work?”

“My name is (Y/N). I’m not that important. Just an administrator.” You smiled at the lie. “At least that’s how I look to everyone. If they even see me.” You pulled out the chair and sat in front of him. Jerome sat, thoughts whirring behind those eyes, the smile never failing. He’s intrigued. Good. “In reality? I run Arkham. I am every camera, every locked door, every flickering light. I own this place. Which means I own you.”

That makes him laugh. Not a chuckle, or a smirk, but a cackle, a howl, a burst of vicious laughter that tears through the room and would have shaken you to your bones if you hadn’t watched him for hours, preparing for this moment. If he’s irritated at your lack of reaction, he hides the frustration behind a dark grin and leans forward. 

“No one owns me, sweet cheeks.”

“You can believe that all you like but it doesn’t change the fact that your stay here, whether you live or die, is all dependent on me.”

At this, he leans back. “And why, oh Queen of Arkham, am I being given this information? This secret?”

You smirked inwardly at the phrasing, knowing his own title. “You could cause a lot of problems for me, Valeska. And I’d hate to strike you down in your prime.” At this you placed a smile on your face, knowing that every move right now is critical. “So I have a proposal for you.”

He laughed again, this time a chuckle, but still so full of venom. “Are we getting married?” His eyebrows twitched suggestively. 

“Not quite. I know that you are planning something, likely an escape. I want to be in the loop. Arkham and I are at our best when the destruction is precise and controlled.”

“What I’m hearing is, you don’t care if I do escape?”

“My life, without you here, will be significantly less difficult.” And far less interesting, but that’s hardly the issue. “So what do you say? Do you need time to think? I can leave you here for as long as you need.” 

“You’d really leave me here, all alone, all locked up?” He rolled the words in his mouth, savouring them, letting them pour free. The only catch was the rasp that sat deep in his throat, marring everything he said. 

“Is there a difference from being anywhere else in Arkham? It’s all just cells and cages. At least this one has privacy.”

“Well, I don’t need to think.” His smile widened, almost tearing at his skin. “I like games, and you seem fun to play with.”

“This isn’t a game-“

“Everything!” He slammed his cuffed hands against the table, lurching towards you like a shark. You don’t flinch. “ Everything is a game, (Y/N). This whole world is a back and forth and people play or they’re pieces. You just need to decide what you want to be.”

You thought over it. Of course, it’s already clear to you that you are a player. Nobody controls you or dictates your actions. I’ll bite. “Okay. I’ll play your game, you play mine, and when you leave we’ll both be happy on our own paths.”

His eyes still had a hungry light shining in them. “I just want one thing. A starting move, you could say.”

“And what is that one thing?” You had all the power here. You held the keys to everything. There wasn’t anything he could do that you wouldn’t allow, not really. 

“Close your eyes.”

Of course, your instinct screamed at you not to. But if this was the price of cooperation, if this was what playing the game meant, you would do it.

Your eyes closed.

A brief moment of silence. Jerome’s breathing creaked around you. You felt warm air on your face.

And then his lips pressed against yours, grinning and warped and altogether horrific.

But you didn’t pull away. You didn’t know what it was; the tug in your gut, the shock, the freedom of something beyond your control - but you kept kissing him.

It was only a moment, but it felt like forever. When he pulled back, your eyes opened, and you tilted your head to ask the silent question. Why?

“I don’t get a lot of action in here. Between you and me,” He leaned in, as if sharing a secret, despite the complete privacy of the room. “Very few of these inmates meet my standards.” And I do?

“And you wanted to test just how in control I am?” Whether or not it was true, you needed the safety net of your web, of your authority, to calm the pounding of your heart. 

“You could say that.”

“Not bad.”

With a sudden movement, you stood, the chair scraping on the floor.

“Thank you for your time, Jerome.” His name feels good in your mouth. “I’ll be seeing you soon.” 

You left the room, immediately assuming the role of the innocent admin assistant, hurrying away from Jerome’s farewell. An unending laugh that rattled through the hallways behind you.

This should be interesting.

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[valeskakingdom]

Mommy's little monster (part 19)

It's been a while now since Oswald and Scarlet have decided to work together and plan to rescue Oswald's mother as to kill Theo Galavan. In that time, things have changed a lot. Scarlet achieved that her actual 'friends' will constantly work for her now, she changed her residence again since he became aware of Someone told the police where she was currently living, and Butch achieved to be a part of Theo Galavan's team. He told Theo Galavan, Oswald has gone crazy, that he wasn't himself anymore, and he showed him the chopped off hand as something like an evidence. To his luck, Theo and Tabitha believed him since they both noticed Penguin's little craziness. They knew Oswald would explode the other day, it wouldn't last long. And so they decided to take him and use him as their butler and information office if they needed to know a thing for their upcoming plans.

Butch, though, knew what to do now. He now had to find Oswald's mother. But how could he do that without getting caught? Easy thing: He first followed Theo and Tabitha through the building to know where they stored weapons and other equipment. Then he tried to be present at every conversation Theo and Tabitha held to secretly get as much information as possible. He knew about their next plans, about their ideas how to win the election, and what they plan on doing to Oswald's mother - it was gruesome, that he could tell. He didn't like to mention it.

The last thing was to find out the location where Oswald's mother was hidden - it was way easier than he thought. The other day, Theo and Tabitha decided to take him with to the hidden place - he at least had to know everything since he was a part of their team now, even though he was just the butler. They showed him every corner of that hidden place, they showed him the jail where Oswald's mother was sitting on a bench waiting for help.  She was printed with blue and red marks, she looked like she was in shock, she was pale, her eyes wide open and she barely moved - she was like a statue through her angst. For Butch it was horrible to see this. He knew how mad Oswald would be when he told him this. He'd kill Galavan instantly and on the most brutal way which you can't imagine.

And that was what should be achieved now.

***

"You're sure this is it?" Oswald stared at a pillbox where apparently his mom was busted in. He was breathing heavily, anger and nervousness filled his body, adrenaline rushed through his veins. He thought he'd be happy to finally see his mother to rescue her - but he was not. Too many thoughts destroyed the moment.

"I'm sure boss" Butch responded assured. He wouldn't lie to his boss concerning that. He knew how much his mother meant to him.

"Once my mother is safe, we go after Galavan and his sister. They gonna pay for what they've done." Oswald said in thoughts.

"They gonna beg us for mercy and regret all their deeds they've done to us" scarlet rubbed her hands with a dark and evil chuckle "I wanna keep Theo's head for good. It'd perfectly fit in my living room"

"When we're all done here, I'mma host a big party for all of us. We gonna celebrate the death of Theo and Tabitha Galavan." Oswald praised and started walking to enter the pillbox. He couldn't wait to see his mother. He missed her so much, it was almost crazy.

Once Oswald, Butch, Scarlet and some of their men entered the box, they saw nothing but darkness. There were no lights, no heating nor air conditioners. There wasn't even water to clean and no restrooms. His mother had to live like a rat. It was a catastrophe! His mother shouldn't live like an animal! His mother deserved more! His mother deserved everything in the world! She deserved everything!

"Mother?!" Oswald gasped, limping through the pillbox to look for his mother. Where could she be? It couldn't be that hard! It was just a simple pillbox and not a labyrinth!

"Look right there, Ossy!" Scarlet pointed at one  cell, where she just saw a sillouhette of a person who seemed like an old helpless lady "I think that's your mum"

"Mother!" Oswald tried to run to her, but he kept limping instead due to his injured leg. He giggled in happiness, jumping against the grid when he recognized her. Thank God she was alive and heathy! Thank God she wasn't injured badly! "You're okay! Thank God!" He held her arms tightly as a hug replacement. He finally had her around him again. He could feel her near again. His needs were finally satisfied.

"Oswald? Is that really you?" His mother was in shock, relief, and in happiness to see his little son again. She missed him so much. She missed his smell, she missed hearing his voice, his embraces, she missed it just to be with him - but now her wishes were granted, she finally had him back "Your sweet face. Like a vision" She sniffled.

"I'm taking you home. Okay?" Oswald promised her. His mother gasped in shock. Was he really doing it? And how? He had no key to open the locker! And he can't just break the grid, or can he? Oswald didn't last long. He limped back to one of his men to get the breaking pliers they brought with. When he grabbed it out of the man's hands he made his way back to his mother to break the grid, but suddenly the lights turned on.

"And there I was thinking you understood the meaning of consequences." Suddenly Theo and his sister Tabitha came out of the dark. Somehow they had to know Oswald, Scarlet and Butch appeared. But how? How did they know? "Oh, greetings Scarlet, didn't really expect you here with Oswald."

"Theo," Scarlet chuckled amused, God she hated that guy so much. She could just kill him right now, but she also knew now was not the perfect time to do it - she needed to wait "You know since you decided to kill my partner, I decided to look for a new one. And here he is"

"Consequences, yes," Oswald nodded and paused "I assure you that my understanding of consequences will be made quite clear once my mother is outside."

"But we've had so much fun together" Tabitha commented, almost being sad about that Oswald wanted to take his mother with him - but she knew he would never achieved that, even if he had Scarlet with him. She and her brother had a wonderful plan.

"My sister gets attached to her playthings, so I must insist she stay," Theo then looked at what Oswald had held in his hand tightly "And those bolt cutters, useless. The only way out of there is with this" He showed them all the key to the locker which hung on a chain that was whirled around his hand.

"Very well," Oswald took a deep breathe in "Butch, shoot them both in the head and grab the key!" He commanded. He has waited for that moment so long. Now Butch could show that he has always belonged to the Penguin. Theo should see that he was tricked by the Penguin and that no one was mightier than him.

"Why can't I do it, Oswald?" Scarlet grabbed her gun and pointed at Theo with it "I have my reasons to kill him" Now Scarlet thought back about Jerome. How he laughed with her, how he killed with her, how they both had fun making plans together - and how Theo ended all this with stabbing a knife in his neck. She thought about that now would be the perfect time to shoot him, to take revenge on him for what he has done.

"No, Scarlet, I'm sorry but not this time," Oswald snorted "This is determined for Butch."

"That was not our plan" Scarlet hissed, still pointing her gun at Theo. She was so close to shoot at him, she wouldn't even e about Oswald's command - but she also knew it eventually would have consequences because she knew Theo wasn't alone. Anywhere, there had to be his men, hidden behind walls and columns with their weapons.

"The plan has changed," Oswald stated "Butch should shoot to show Theo, it was all just played! He's always been my butler, he's always been working for me!" Oswald grinned.

"Oswald!" His mother wasn't really pleased about that plan. His son wanted to kill people? What were that for manners? Killing people was rude! It was inappropriate! It was a crime! He could go to jail for that!

"Mother, I'm sorry, but they've done to you will not stand!" Oswald screamed the last part at Theo. He was this close to let out all his anger on him for the cruel things he's done to his lovely mother. He was this close to kill him by himself - but he also knew he had to get all his shit together and waited to for Butch to finally shoot - but surprisingly, nothing happened. Instead Tabitha and Theo just looked at them expectantly, even waiting for him to shoot.

"I gave you an order! Shoot them both in the head!" Oswald became louder and more impatient. He didn't understand why Butch wasn't shooting. Why did Butch stop listening to his commands?

Now you would never believe what happened.

Butch pointed the gun at one of Oswald's men, and started to shoot them all consecutively - until Oswald and Scarlet stood there all alone. In self-defense, Scarlet rapidly pointed the gun at Butch, but with a loud laughter. This was absolutely amusing to her, no matter what has happened to Butch that he betrayed Oswald in that way. To her, it was like the greatest punchline in a story book: the oh so innocent butler worked for the boss very well-behaved but secretly trapped the boss that he now needed to fear for his life. Wonderful! Just excellent! How could this even become better?

"No" Oswald couldn't believe what he has seen, he wished it was a dream "No, no, no, no, no, no. That's not possible" He gasped still in shock "You have to obey me. You have to!" What was just wrong with Butch?! How could he do that?! That was not a part of the plan! Oswald was so upset about this, you can't imagine. He could have smashed Butch's brain in, he could have yelled at him, slap him, kick him - he could have killed him for this.

"The time has passed. They fixed me." Butch simply answered, not explaining any further.

"Tabi is well versed in the protocols of conditioning." Theo explained.

"There's always a trigger word implanted during the process. All I had to do was get Butch to remember what it is. I'll admit, it took a few tries." Tabitha kept on explaining, amusingly remembering what she has done to him - all the fun they had together, all the long hours with him in a room, completely lonely and helpless.

"And now," Theo paused "Here we are."

"Manipulation, huh?" Scarlet nodded with a smirk "That's very clever. Why haven't I thought of this?" She took a few steps forward to Theo "Why don't we try it on you, T? I'm sure we both would have pretty much fun, don't you think?"

"Or we try it on you, since the nice way has worked neither on you nor on Jerome." Tabitha muttered, which let Scarlet burst out in a loud laughter. For her it was the best joke ever. Did they really think she was that dumb that she would fall for something, hook, line and sinker? Pffft! They wished!

"HAHA! Oh Tabi, I forgot your good sense of humor!" Scarlet chuckled, shaking her head "But do you really think you scare me? Even though I live for brutality? Nah, it wouldn't scare me, it would amuse me."

"You're just crazy" Tabitha hissed, she hated Scarlet so much. She was like her death enemy. She wanted to punch her in the face every time she saw her.

"Awww, thanks for the compliment, honey-..." Scaret would say much more of Oswald didn't let fall the bolt cutters - everyone flinched a little.

"Please," Oswald now started to beg, folding his hands as if he was praying "I can still be valuable. You'll see." He gave in which made Scarlet do a facepalm. She was so disappointed him. She knew why he did that. He thought he could save his mother with that - he was so wrong. Theo isn't that dumb to fall for that little trick. There had to be way more to let him believe things.

"I so wish that were true" Theo stepped forward slowly with Tabitha.

"Then kill me, if you must, but let her go." Oswald deeply stared into Theo's eyes, in the hope to let his wish come true "I'm begging you"

"Doesn't look like begging to me" Tabitha looked at her brother thinking.

"Indeed. Half-hearted at best." Theo said with a very sarcastic tone and looked at Oswald expectantly again. He wanted to see how he begged. He wanted to see how Oswald cried while kneeling down in front of him. He wanted to see Oswald's inferiority towards him.

And that's what Oswald did, he kneeled down in front of Theo. He usually would never do that, showing his vulnerability - but now that his mother was still in danger, he had to. He didn't like to do it, he knew the consequences of that all goes public. People would laugh at him, they would spit at him, they couldn't take him serious anymore - but right now, he didn't care about a thing. He just cared about his mother.

"Please," Oswald stammered, it seemed like he was about to cry "I'll do anything." And he really would. He would kill Scarlet if needed, he would kill his men, even Butch, just to be assured his mother would be free.

"Perhaps she has served her purpose." Theo sighed, looking at his sister thinking, while she just poured over his decision. Oswald's mother was one of her favorite toys and now she wasn't allowed to play with it anymore? That's a shame! That's rude!

"Don't pout. You still have the former mayor." Theo stated.

"He's so dull. He just moans all the time." Tabitha responded annoyed. She really didn't like the mayor. She was disgusted by him and his permanent moans.

But Theo didn't give a fuck. He gave her the key to open the cell, with a look that said 'Hurry up now', making Tabitha rolling her eyes in annoyance. She really didn't want to do it, but she knew she had to, and so she grabbed the key and opened the cell door.

Immediately Oswald's mother jumped up from her seat, just like Oswald who jumped up from the ground, and ran into each other's arms. They both hugged each other as tight as possible, they didn't want to let the other go, while they cried and chuckled in relief. Both were so happy that the other was finally free now. Both were happy to be united again, to be mother and son Cobblepot.

"I told you everything would be okay. Didn't I?" Oswald sniffed with a huge smile on his face "And it will be" They both chuckled in happiness.

But it all turned out into the complete opposite when Oswald's mother's smile faded from one moment to another. Nothing would be okay anymore, especially not for Oswald. This moment would be the beginning of the living hell. Oswald recognized something was wrong, his mother would never stop smiling abruptly in front of him. But what was wrong with her? He felt that she was wobbling in his arms, as if her knees were about to become weaker and weaker. Her pupils became bigger, her eyes widened, but she couldn't say a word. She just kept gasping for air and made some strange noises as if she was about to say something.

And then it happened. She fell into Oswald's arms - she was about to day.

"Nooo!" Oswald yelled when he saw the knife that was stabbed in his mother's back. This was the worst thing that could happened to him, losing his mother forever. He didn't know how to feel now. Was he sad? Angry? Upset? Or all of it? He wasn't sure. He has never felt something like that before "Nooo!!"

Crying, he laid his mother down on the cold ground, watching her. He couldn't believe it. His mother was about to die, he would lose her forever. He would never ever hear her beautiful voice, he would never get one of her sweet kisses again, he would never get one of her sweet and comfortable hugs again. He was all alone now - forever.

"Oswald? What is wrong?" His mother forced herself to speak, stroking with her hand over his cheek "You look so sad"

"Nothing's wrong mother. Nothing at all" Oswald sniffled, smiling at her. He didn't want to let her know how sad he was, or how angry and upset. She should go without having any sorrows, he thought, she should go with a smile on her face "We're together now. That's all that matters. That's all that ever mattered, right?"

"Ever since you were a little baby. My little Cobblepot" His mother said with a weak voice and with a weak smile on her face. She knew her time had come now. She knew her life was over now, but also she didn't want to see her son so sad. She wanted to make him smile one more time before it was time for her to go.

"I'm sorry. This is my fault" Oswald's feelings took over and he started to cry, he couldn't hold back it all any longer "Please forgive me, I'm so sorry"

"For what? You were always such a good boy." She smiled at him, stroking over his face one more time. And then it happened - she died. Her soul left her body, her strength faded away. Now her body was just lifeless, she laid on the ground like a marionette, someone else needed to move her around to seem alive.

"Huh," Oswald was in shock when he realized his mother has passed away now "No!" He sobbed, carefully kissed her forehead one more time before he left her like that.

"Such a tragic ending" Scarlet fake sniffled, pretending to wipe a tear from her face "It's so sad." But then she loaded her gun and pointed it at Theo again. She just waited for Oswald to command her to shoot him finally. She couldn't wait for it.

"Kill him. Dump the bodies anywhere" Theo commanded Butch before he was about to leave. He smirked for himself - another work was done. He was the one who broke Oswald Cobblepot and again, earned more respect for himself - well, that's what he thought.

"You don't have the stomach to kill me yourself?" Oswald madly let it out "No wonder your family was run out of town! You come from a long line of cowards!" He provoked Theo with that to get even more his attention. He wanted to show Theo that, even though he killed his one and only, you couldn't take the Penguin down.

"Fine, fine" Theo sighed, walking past Oswald, right to Butch to get the gun and point it right in front of Oswald's head. He wouldn't hesitate to shoot, that for sure. Why should he? He had no reason to. If he shot the Penguin, Tabitha or Butch would make sure that Scarlet wouldn't shoot at him, they would probably knock her out and he would stay alive.

"Ossy" Scarlet still pointed the gun at Theo "What about I shoot? Now is the perfect time!" Scarlet still waited. She couldn't understand why Oswald hasn't said a word yet. Didn't he want to kill him? Did he just want to rescue his mother?

"So I assume the death of your mother hasn't affected to you that much, otherwise you would have let Scarlet kill me, so," Theo chuckled amusingly "Any last words?"

"Yes," What nobody knew was, that Oswald had taken this knife with him that Theo was literally chasing after. He hid that knife under his blazer that nobody would see it if he needed to apply like now "I am going to kill you"

Within a second, Oswald lunged out and cut Theo on his throat that he screamed in pain. Theo couldn't believe it, Oswald really dared to attack him! He will regret that, that for sure! That little rat can be prepared for a long and painful death!

But that was not all Oswald did. He saw Butch was about to attack him, trying to defeat Oswald - but it didn't work. Oswald attacked him, too. He hit him several times that he wouldn't have the chance to attack him back.

But he completely forgot about Tabitha. She was so full of anger and madness that she grabbed her gun and started to shoot at Oswald several times. This fucker had to die! He had to regret for what he's done! No one hurts her brother! Really no one!

"Scarlet, let's go!" Oswald limped fast to the exit, in the hope not to get shot by Tabitha. He flinched every time Tabitha shot, she was a good shooter, it wouldn't last long until she hit him.

"Alright," Scarlet fast grabbed her gun and started to shoot back at Tabitha and Theo, to blow them off on the one hand, but more to kill them. This sadly couldn't be achieved, yet, but she managed to hit Theo's leg and Tabitha's stomach, which let Theo fall down on the ground and stopped Tabitha to shoot at them for a while "See you fuckers!"

And Theo and Scarlet jumped out of the window to flee from them.

[blue-flamed-phoenix]

Chapter 2 - Ginger

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Time skip (2 months later)

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Hayley's P.O.V

After hearing there had been some new arrivals a few days ago, I walked through the halls to the canteen excitedly. The last few days I've visited the other wards in the asylum but today I'm visiting the violent ward again. I've talked to most of the inmates here and word has spread that some top criminal guy was sent here. As I walked in with my hood up, I walked over to the lunch lady, who smiled and gave me a jelly cup which I appreciated. I pushed my hood off my head and saw a singular guy with dark hair sitting slumped and alone at a table. He looked sad and mopey. He had dark circles under his eyes. So naturally I walked over and sat down on the left hand side of him.

He stared over at me as I ate my jelly cup. Heseemed confused as to why I was there. "So you must be the new fellow, huh?" I asked as I looked up at him from the jelly cup. Wow, he looked miserable. The guy didn't say anything though he just kept staring at me. "Trust me the jello cup is about the only thing worth eating around here. The slop is just disgusting" I said gesturing to the cup on his tray. The guy looked down at the cup and glanced back up at me. "I'm Hayley, Hayley Ridge" I said this time earning a response from the guy. "Oswald Cobblepot" he said, sadness never leaving his face. "Well Oswald Cobblepot, might I ask what is making you so sad and mopey?" I asked taking another spoonful of jello.

"I was betrayed by people I trusted, I was framed for the murder of a child that's currently being held captive by the people that framed me." He said to which I nodded. "People take a child's murder more seriously than they would a regular person's murder. Did you know the kid?" I questioned to which he nodded. "You're the penguin right, king of the underworld or some crap right?" I inquired curiously to which he nodded again then piped up. "How long have you been here? You seem normal." He asked. "My whole life, I was born here." I replied. His eyes were wide as he met mine again. "You mean, you've never left?" He asked. I shook my head, "no, my parents were inmates here, they died, so here I am" I said taking another spoonful of jello. Oswald nodded and looked down at his food.

"Why....." Oswald began to ask but before he could a card came flying from out of nowhere, hitting Oswald in the chest. It fell onto the table after it made contact with his chest. We both looked at the card and saw that it was a joker card. I furrowed my eyebrows looking at the card and then looking back up I saw four men coming towards us from the neighbouring table. Three walked behind me and Oswald as the fourth came towards us. "Is this seat taken?" asked the fourth person who walked over to the table. He was a red head and his face was riddled with scars. He had crazy green eyes full of madness. Huh, I wonder.

"If I say yes will it make a difference?" Oswald asked in a fearful tone. The ginger sat down anyway, ignoring Oswald completely. "You know I've always been a fan. When you got locked up in this loony bin, I expected great things. Murder or two, maybe a..... prison break." The ginger frowned. "But all you've done is mope for the last 6 weeks." The ginger said as he stared at Oswald. I didn't know he'd been here for 6 weeks.

Oswald got up to move away but one of the men behind us grabbed both his shoulders and forced him back down. My heart began to beat faster as I felt my anger surface. I felt someone touch my shoulders and I lost it. In less than a second. I pulled one of the hands on my shoulders forward and as I did so, the guy immediately leaned down. This allowed me to grab the back of his neck. Then I smashed the guys' face into the table. After the impact, he fell to the ground, unconscious with a bleeding nose and a concussion no doubt.

The other guy quickly grabbed me but I grabbed his arm and twisted it. This caused a loud snap as I got the guy in a headlock. Oswald and the ginger were looking at me in surprise at this point but I didn't care at that point. I looked at the guy holding Oswald by his shoulders and glared. "Now I suggest you let my dear friend Oswald go before I snap his neck in two." I exclaimed as the guy I had in a headlock struggled to get out of my strong grip. "You're bluffing" the guy said as the corner of my lips twitched upward. "Really?" I said as I swiftly snapped the guy's neck like it was nothing. The guy fell to the ground on top of the other guy. While I staredat the guy holdingOswald to intimidate. The guy suddenly got a look of fear and I simply stared at him with all the innocence in the world.

"So, do you still think I was bluffing?" I said in a mocking tone as the guy immediately looked at the ginger for approval to let go of Oswald. I looked at the ginger who in turn looked at me in complete shock and surprise. "Oh, you must be the annoying ginger everyone's talking about" I said as I rolled my eyes, sat down in my previous spot and examined my nails. My clear disinterest was evident. Then a woman with knotted dirty blonde hair came over to us and gave me a huge glare. She stood next to Jerome.

"Jerome is this bitch annoying you?" she asked, showing off her cleavage in a poor attempt to get the crazy ginger's attention. Her cleavage was showing and it was disgusting. So that was his name. Jerome. Where have I heard that before? "Actually it's the other way round rug rat, he's annoying me and my friend." I responded insulting her. She leaned over the table and got right in my face. "I suggest you get out of my face" I said in a dangerous tone. "Why don't you make me?" she challenged. "With pleasure" I said smirking as I grabbed her head smashing her face into the table, breaking her nose. She stumbled back, holding her nose as blood pooled in her hands. By now, tears hadwelled up in her eyes. The bitchy person she once was a second ago was no more and was replaced with a wimpy, scared little brat.

I smirked as she ran away clutching her bleeding nose. "As much as I'd love to stay, Oswald, sadly I have to leave." I said as I stood up and walked away all the while many people stared at me. I pulled my hood up, covering my head and face as I walked out. Wow, I got really angry. Damn it, that can't happen again. It won't. As far as anyone is concerned, the guards don't care about the inmates so their chances of getting arrested are less likely. While I was half way down the hallway, I remembered Oswald was still with the ginger. That's when I realised the ginger was Jerome Valeska. I remember talking to one of the inmates awhile ago. They said how scared they were of Jerome. I rolled my eyes. I continued to walk for a little before opening a vent and climbing into it.

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