Jeremiah Valeska x reader (Part 1)

Prompt: You’re a crime investigator for the GCPD and you get kidnapped by Jeremiah. 

Warnings: violence, kidnapping

Words: 995

You sit by Jim Gordon’s desk, waiting as he finishes an interrogation. Out of the corner of your eye, you notice the one and only Jeremiah Valeska in one of the jail cells. He’s handcuffed at the wrists and ankles as he sits cross legged in the cell. His face is badly bruised and bashed paired with small traces of blood. You quickly realise he’s staring at you intently. Knowing he attempted to murder your coworker in one of the most horrific ways imaginable, it made you feel very uncomfortable. You quickly look away and try not to think about it. Before you knew it, your dad and Harvey were finished with the interrogation. You stand up from the chair as Jim approaches with a look of intrigue.

“(Y/N) what are you doing here?” he asks.

“I’ve brought you some more pieces of evidence from the crime scene of that murder case last week,” you reply handing him the files.

Jim skims through the files. “Thank you (Y/N). Your work is always appreciated. Now go home and get some rest, you’ve earned it.” 

“Thank you Mr. Gordon.” 

“No problem, and please call me, Jim.”  

With that Jim rushes over to one of his coworkers with the files and begins to review them.

You pick up your bag and proceed to the door. As you walk by the jail cells a familiar voice stops you in your tracks.

“Going somewhere?” It’s the voice of Jeremiah Valeska. You turn to face him. He’s in the same position he was when you first noticed him. You can see that he’s got two black eyes and a busted lip. One of his eyes is half-open due to the swelling around it. He didn’t seem to have any emotional reaction to his injuries, however. 

“Wouldn’t you like to know, freak,” you say as sternly as possible despite being utterly terrified. 

“As a matter of fact I would,” he replies. 

“If you must know I’m going back home and-”

“Is that because Jimbo told you to?” 

“No,” you lied.

“Then why are you leaving? Stick around for a while so we can talk some more. I must admit I feel quite lonely in this cell and I could use some company, especially by someone as breathtaking as you my dear.”

You couldn’t believe this. Jeremiah Valeska, the most feared and despised man in all of Gotham City was hitting on you, the daughter of his biggest enemy. You can’t help but feel a little flattered by his comment, but at the same time, a little disturbed given the crimes he committed or attempted to commit that is. 

“Listen, you’re about as likely to have a chance with me as you do escaping that cell.”

With that, I quickly rush out of the police station and back to the house.    

 I awake in the middle of the night to the sound of the front door and windows breaking.

“Let’s get her boys!” someone shouts from down stairs. My heart sinks as I realize they’re referring to me. Footsteps echo through the hallway as the criminals make their way upstairs. I quickly crawl out of my bed to hide in my closet just in time. The thieves bust the door open and enter. 

“I don’t see her,” one of them says.

“Neither do I,” another replies. 

I cover my mouth so they can’t hear my heavy breathing. They grab stuff to keep or just break. They look around the room and point their guns at any sound they hear. 

“Check the closet.” 

My heart sinks even further to the point where it feels like it’s in my stomach. I hold my breath as one of them walks towards the closet. I attempt to shift towards the side to avoid being seen. However, I accidentally knock over a box of old clothes. The group gets excited and runs to open the door. 

“There she is!” one of them shouts in excitement. 

I scream as they grab me by my arms and legs, dragging me out of my room and downstairs. 

“Let me go you maniacs!” I yell.

“No can do!” One of them replies. “We only answer to Jeremiah!” 

I’m rendered speechless by his response. What does Jeremiah want with me? I feel like throwing up at the thought of what he could do to me. When we reach the living room I’m horrified to see Jeremiah and his assistant, Ecco standing in my living room. I want to scream but I’m in too much shock to do so. 

“There she is,” Jeremiah says as a malicious grin spreads across his face, “where did you find her?”

“Her bedroom closet sir,” replies the man holding my right arm. 

“How predictable,” Jeremiah chuckles. He steps close to me and places his index and middle finger below my chin, lifting it so we’re making eye contact. 

“Did you really think you could hide from me?” 

I turn away from him and close my eyes as tears begin to form. 

He turns his head and nods to his assistant. She nods in reply as she opens up a brief case and begins constructing something. 

“Why are you doing this?” I ask. 

“At the police station, you said that I had as much of a chance with you as I did escaping that cell. Well, here I am.”

Now I feel like actually throwing up. I’ve put myself in this situation instead of keeping my mouth shut. I should’ve never underestimated Jeremiah. 

“All systems go boss,” Ecco says with a grin on her face. 

“Excellent,” he replies before turning his attention back to me.   

“Hold still my dear,” says Jeremiah as he cups both sides of my face, rendering me unable to move. “I don’t want this to be more difficult than it has to be.” 

Suddenly there’s a sharp pain radiating throughout the left side of my neck and everything in my vision goes black.