Roses Are Red, But So Are Gingers: A Valentine's Day Short

It was Valentine’s Day and Jerome did everything in his power to make sure you were happy. He was always sweet to you, but every time February came around, he would only get sweeter. Jerome was currently in the kitchen making you your favorite breakfast food. His red robe swayed with his hips as he danced to a tune.

“Morning, Ginger.” You chuckled, looking at his dance moves. “Nice moves if I do say so myself.”

“Doll face.” He smirked, with his back to you. “Happy Valentine’s Day! Breakfast is almost ready.”

“Smells good, but you promised me something fun this year.” You sang.

“Yes! Right after breakfast! It is the most important meal of the day…well after you.” He wiggled his eyebrows.

“Hardy har har.” You nudged him. Grabbing yourself a plate, you sat at the table and Jerome sat across from you.

“So, I was thinking,” Jerome started, digging into his pancakes with a knife and fork. “How about we wreck some havoc on Gotham?”

“Gotham’s dull, but it’s night life sure isn’t. How about we go on a killing spree instead? After all it is Valentine’s Day. Why not paint the town red?” You mischievously smiled, taking the knife and stabbing the table with it.

Jerome sighed. “You are so sexy when you speak like that.” He dropped his knife and fork on his plate and stood up. “What the heck! Why not?! We should get ready now.”

“But its only morning, Jerome. What are we gonna do until then?” You said, taking the dishes to the sink.

“I have a few things in mind.” He eyed the bedroom.

“It’s only eleven…we have a few long hours to kill.” You smirked. “But I do feel the need to take a shower alone.” Laughing, you took off all of your clothes and ran to the bathroom.

Jerome chuckled darkly, running after you. You of all people should know not to tease me, Mrs. Valeska!“


Eventually you two passed the time with some holiday romance, keeping not one sound to yourselves. The next door neighbor and next door neighbor’s next door neighbor, wouldn’t let you two hear the end of it. So of course you and Jerome went to pay them a visit.

“Mwah!” Jerome kissed his finger tips. “A masterpiece if I do say so myself!” He looked towards the once white walls that were now covered from top to bottom in deep red blood.

After giving Miss Bailen one last stab to the heart, you walked towards Jerome and mesmerized your “artwork” together.

“I agree. How much you think it’d sell for?”

“A million smackers at least.” He chuckled.

“Van Gogh has nothing on us!” You laughed. “Now come on. We have a few more neighbors to take care of. Then we terrorize Gotham.”

Jerome only smirked. “Again…that turns me on.”


Body after body forced off of buildings, by the two of you. Innocent, guilty, you could care less. The piercing screams, blood, and thrill of the kill was the only thing you needed. In only two hours, you and Jerome managed to kill 40 people. No bombs, just pure skill…in murdering others.

A woman was knelt down in front of you begging for her life. “Pl-please don’t kill me! You can have my money! Take it!”

“Ooooh let’s see how much we got here. 1, 2, 3-3000 dollars. Can you believe they busy carry this on them?” Jerome said waving the wallet around.

“She’s rich, babe. Check out her necklace. They’re real diamonds. Very expensive too. And that’s a good thing too. Cheap jewelry always breaks me out.” You said, with a sinister tone in your voice.

“Bu-but my grandmother she-” The lady cried.

“-Is probably rolling around in the grave somewhere. Now give her the diamonds or I blow your brains out.”

“Thank you!” You told her putting the necklace on. “It really compliments my skin tone.”

“Ready to go?” Jerome asks you, putting a few more dollars in his pants.

“Yep. Now can we say Bye Bye Birdie to Ann Margaret here already?”

“Eh why not?” And with a pull of the trigger, the rich woman falls off of the building.

A satisfied smile on your face, you took Jerome’s hand and you both hurried down to the car.

“Wait wait wait! I wanna frame this!” You took a picture of the dead bodies and laughed. “Okay now we can go.

“This is why I love you, (y/n).” He kissed you, before driving off.

“We’re just like Bonnie and Clyde, aren’t we?” You asked.

“Well of course we are. The famous crime duo.” Jerome smiled. “The only difference is they’re dead and we’re alive!”


“Jim! You gotta see this!” Harvey screamed to him.

From atop the building that death fell from, your message was red with blood.


Jim only looked at Harvey in answer. He knew you two weren’t coming back unless you had a good reason. “They’re done here. They won’t be back anytime soon. Let’s go, Harv.”

That night, Gotham went up in flames. The GCPD just couldn’t catch the two of you. Love, screams, and death was in the air. And nothing could have ever smelled better.

Mad World

// Jerome Fanfiction.

Requested: No.

A/n: I’m probably going to have a part two where y/n comes into the story, if y’all want. So let me know if you want that! :)

Title: Mad World.

Song: Mad World, by Michael Andrews, featuring Gary Jules.

Summary: Jerome is alone with his thoughts in solitary confinement in Arkham…what could go wrong?

Warnings: Scenes including domestic abuse. Depressed Jerome, depressing past, mild language, mentions of abuse, mentions of murder, violence, etc.

Rating: Mid-fluff for mentions of death, murder, language, domestic violence, alcoholism, and depression/slightly suicidal thoughts.

Need to know: Jerome was put in Arkham, and very shortly after locked in a Solitary Confinement cell for being uncooperative, and threats of violence, etc. There is a flashback sequence, this will be italicized. //


All around me are familiar faces

Worn out places, worn out faces

Bright and early for their daily races

Going nowhere, going nowhere

Their tears are filling up their glasses

No expression, no expression

Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow

No tomorrow, no tomorrow


A long, low growl leaves Jerome’s throat as he sits down on the floor across from the door. He pulls his knees up and hugs them to his chest, rocking against the wall slightly. In the silence, he can’t help but fall into his mind, wanting his days in solitary to be over as soon as possible. Every day he was here, by himself, the only thing to keep him company being his own thoughts. Right as he closes his eyes, his utter exhaustion taking over, an image pops up.

“Jerome, open this door! Let me in right now!” Jerome cowers as he hears his mother’s shrill voice.

“No, no, mommy, I don’t want you to hurt me anymore! Please, no…no…” The banging on the door grows louder as another voice joins in on Lila’s shouting.

“Open the damn door, you worthless brat!” It was a voice he didn’t recognize, probably another one of her boyfriends. Jerome sobs, shaking his head roughly.

“No! No. Please mommy, don’t let him hurt me! Please!” It only takes a few moments for the banging to stop.

“Jerome, sweetie.” His mother’s tone has changed completely. “Jerome, let me in…are you crying? Oh, my baby…let me in, he’s gone. Come here, come open the door sweetie, I’m so sorry.” Her speech is slightly slurred, although Jerome is unaware. He stands up quickly, wiping his nose on his sleeve as he shuffles over to the door. He stands on his tip-toes to reach the lock and turns it, reaching for the door. Before he can grab the handle, the trailer door swings open, hitting him to the ground. Jerome cries out, staring up at his mom. She stares down at him, an empty bottle in her hands. She throws it down, Jerome only moving enough for it to avoid hitting him. The glass shatters and scatters all across the floor as she stomps into the trailer, followed by an equally plastered man. She sneers down at her son as the man slams the door, standing in front of him. “Oh, quit your crying Jerome!” She shouts, throwing her purse down on him. He flinches, and when the bag hits him it only makes him cry more. Lila goes down to the floor quickly, slapping him in the face. “I said be quiet Jerome!” She screeches, grabbing his face roughly and forcing him to look at her. “Do you not understand me Jerome?” She growls, her gaze meeting his as her eyes narrow. He nods slowly and she pushes him back roughly, looking at the floor. “Clean this up Jerome,” she says, beginning to lead the man to her bedroom. She stops as she reaches the door and turns back to look at him. “Oh, and Jerome,” he perks up, looking over at her, hoping she didn’t forget this time. “When you’re done, do the dishes.”

 And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad

The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had

I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take

When people run in circles it’s a very very

mad world mad world

Children waiting for the day they feel good

Happy birthday, happy birthday

Made to feel the way that every child should

Sit and listen, sit and listen

Went to school and I was very nervous

No one knew me, no one knew me

Hello teacher tell me what’s my lesson

 Jerome’s eyes snap open as a smile creeps onto his face, tears running down his face freely. He forces that memory out of his head, not wanting to think about her right now.

“That whore,” he hisses, staring at the wall. “Didn’t care ‘bout anyone but herself,” he swallows thickly, and closes his eyes. “The only way I could get away from her was either her dying,” his smile grows wider. “Or me.” A long, croaky laugh falls out of his mouth as he stands up, unable to contain himself any longer. “She deserved to die!” Jerome shouts as he grabs his pillow and hurls it across the room. “That bitch! I shouldn’t be in here! I shouldn’t have to suffer anymore because of that dead whore!” He runs up to the door, throwing himself against it, slamming his hands into the metal door, kicking it, screaming, laughing. “She ruined me!” He grips the bars on the window of the door, peering out through them at the guard posted at the end of the hall. “Do you hear me? I! Shouldn’t! Be! Here!” He rattles the bars and shouts nonsense, almost just shouting his laughter at the guard, all the while kicking the door.

Once the guard has finally had enough of Jerome’s ruckus, he turns around, moving over to the door quickly. The guard whips out his nightstick and slams it against Jerome’s knuckles. He yanks his hand away from the bared window, staring the guard down as his laughter grows darker, more out of control. The guard takes a step back as Jerome lunges at the door, gripping the bars and pressing his face up to them, smiling widely as he stares at the guard with wide eyes, empty eyes.

“I’m glad I killed her,” he murmurs, tightening his grip on the bars until his knuckles turn white. A bright contrast to the crimson red blood that stains them. “I did the world a favor, getting rid of her. You should be thanking me, not locking me up.” His voice drops to a growl as his smile disappears and he backs up, shaking his head and letting out a small, bubbly laugh. “But I guess the world doesn’t see it like I do, I guess all they see is rainbows and sunshine, huh? Well, let me tell you; all there is is darkness, and pain. There is no love, no affection.” He laughs darkly, and gives a light-hearted shrug. “At least not for me.” He stares forward at the guard as he runs back to his post, not wanting to have to deal with him anymore. “You want me to wish for my death! But I already have. A long time ago, and it never happened. I stayed with that sadistic whore for so long, I just couldn’t take it anymore! It was me, or her. Honestly, I’d be fine with either option, but she finally pushed one button too many, ya know how mothers can be, am I right?”

  Look right through me, look right through me

And I find it kinda funny, I find it kinda sad

The dreams in which I’m dying are the best I’ve ever had

I find it hard to tell you, I find it hard to take

When people run in circles it’s a very very

Mad world, world

Enlarge your world

Mad world

“But now I know the truth, what the world tries to sugar coat. There’s no one out there, no one that cares about any of us!” He shouts, letting out a loud, hoarse laugh. “No one but ourselves!” He moves forward and once again bangs on the door, rattles the bars, lets out loud, drawn out laughs. Soon, screaming of nonsense begins to fill up around him, the other inmates getting scared by his ruckus. The few that were in solitary confinement around him were very unstable, and all the noise Jerome was making set them off. As he grips the bars again, his long, low laugh rises above all the rest of the noise as he stares at the guard, happy to have the sound around him. Anything was better than to be alone in his mind. Anything. He would even prefer death to it; at least then he could be left in absolute, utter silence. This makes his laugh grow darker, louder, and more unhinged than ever as a smile creeps onto his face.

Because, out of all the places, all the situations he’d been in; growing up in a circus with an abusive, alcoholic whore of a mother, it was Arkham that finally broke him.

It had destroyed him completely, in a short time-span. He was hysteric, broken, and insane. He was trying to hide from his past, trying to keep his emotions at bay, and the only way he could think to do that was to laugh. So, for hours Jerome laughed. He laughed through all his pain, laughed at all the memories of his mother beating him, of people telling him no one cared.

Jerome laughed at all the memories of his forgotten birthdays, all his days he spent alone because he had no friends. He laughed at all the faces of pity he’d gotten over the years.

Jerome laughed so he wouldn’t cry- so he couldn’t cry.

And so, he laughed.

Loving insanity pt. 4 {{Jerome Valeska x Reader}}

Author Note: I have to thank my amazing friend for helping me so much with the plot lines for this. I knew what I wanted to put in the chapter but she really helped put detail into it plus she helped me so much with writing the majority of this because I caught writers block in the middle of writing this and could only think about cookies. Thank you so much babes for all your help with this part💜💜💜💜 Length: long Requested: request/collaboration Warnings: night terror, abuse, strong language, mentions of death


8 hours had passed since Jerome left your house and you missed him. It wasn’t that you were obsessed with him. He was just so sweet and loving and you missed his shower of kisses and cuddles.

You decided to go and visit him. It was around 7:00 so it wasn’t that late at night. You had gone to where Jerome’s trailer was to hear screaming again. You couldn’t take it. You stormed to the trailer and threw the door open then slammed it shut behind yourself. Lila threw Jerome to the ground.

“Y/N go now before she hurts you!”


You glared at Lila.

“I dare you to fucking call me that again.”

Lila smirked.


You growled and went to punch her. She sucked but still fell due to her drunken state. You grabbed Jerome’s hand and ran as quickly as you could to your car. When you got into the car you laid your head on the wheel and started to cry.

You couldn’t process why parents wanted to hurt their children. You couldn’t process how Jerome had this bitch as a mother. You couldn’t process how she treated him. And you couldn’t hold back the tears.

Jerome looked at you and placed a hand on your thigh. You drove back to the apartment quickly and stormed up the staircase. Jerome stayed close behind. You were pissed and he wasn’t about to get on your bad side.


“Dad please let him stay!”

“For the last time no!”

“Dad please! He can’t go home! Just for one night I swear!”

He was about to yell at you when he saw tears welling in your eyes. His face fell. He refused to be the reason why you started crying. He sat down on the couch and rubbed his temples. He let out an exaggerated sigh.

“Fine…. He can stay. But only and I mean ONLY for tonight.”

You smiled and hugged him before grabbing Jerome’s hand and running back to her bedroom.

“Good job Jim. Way to stay strong. *scoffs* Why couldn’t she just date girls. Then I wouldn’t have this problem. But nooooo she just had to fall in love with Ginger Circus Boy.”



I stood there. I couldn’t move. Frozen in place to watch the horror unfold. Hit after hit and punch after kick after slap. Jerome was on the ground. Barely breathing. Just laying there bloodied and bruised.

I screamed at his mother to stop, but to no avail. I tried to move I screamed when I couldn’t. I cried as I watched her pull out a gun. I couldn’t look away or close my eyes.




Jerome was sleeping peacefully, with you beside him, but suddenly he felt harsh movements beside him. He opened his tired eyes as he tries to pull himself from his deep sleep. When he finally comes to, he looks over to you and what he sees almost brings tears to his eyes. He knew you were having a bad nightmare and he was worried he couldn’t help.

He took a deep breath and thought to himself ‘Get a hold of yourself, Y/N needs you’. Jerome attempted to gently shake you awake, but to no avail.

“Doll face, can you hear me? Y/N wake up darling…please wake up.”

You continued to breath heavy and sweat as you let out another scream.

“Come on, Doll face…let me see those beautiful eyes babe”

You bolted upright with a gasp and shrill scream of Jerome’s name and bolts upright in bed. Jerome moves his arms away from you briefly before immediately placing them on your arms as he attempts to coax you into looking at him.

“Hey, doll! It’s okay, I’m here!”

Jerome pulls your crying form into a hug.

“Nothing is going to hurt you, I’ll never let anything happen to you.”

You instantly pulled away from him crying and looked him in the eyes while shaking your head.

“It’s you that got hurt, Jerome,” your voice turned to a whisper, “It was so real.”


“Yes, your mother was there and she was beating you and hurting you and you weren’t moving and then she pulled a gun out and shot you. And the whole time I couldn’t do anything to stop it. I could only stand there and watch. It was horrible.”

Jim came in just as you finished telling Jerome what happened in your nightmare and Jerome pulls you into a hug as you continue to cry. Jim stays silent and is looks at the two of you, trying to assess the scene in front of him…Jerome notices him and just gives him a reassuring look and mouthed ‘everything is fine, I’ve taken care of it, you can go back to sleep’. Jim hesitates, but reluctantly decides to go back to sleep.

Jerome kissed the top of your head.

“Hey Doll, see everything is fine. Let’s head back to sleep.”

“I can’t sleep.”

Jerome frowned and sighed.

“Well can you think of anything to do?”

“There is chocolate chip cookie dough in the fridge that is just begging to be baked.”

He smiled at you before running off, “I’ll beat you there!”

“No fair you got a head start!”

You chased after him as quickly as you could crashing into him when you reached the kitchen. The two of you fell to the ground while laughing your asses off. You to the continued making the cookies while laughing and making a mess.

In the other room Jim could barely get any sleep while Barbara was completely passed out. He didn’t want to tell them to stop though. He knew it was getting her mind off things. He had to remember to thank the ginger for that. Maybe this one wasn’t so bad after all.

When things went silent Jim walked out to see you and Jerome passed out of the couch with a tray of cookies and the tv on. He smiled and turned the tv off then cleaned up the mess you made. He walked back over to you and Jerome and covered the two of you in a blanket. He kissed you on the forehead and went back to bed while thinking to himself 'No this one isn’t bad at all’.

Originally posted by bruxxu

Originally posted by sensualkisses

Originally posted by imforeverjustyours

IMAGINE: Jerome walks in on you crying.

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Fluff/Angst: Jerome Valeska x Reader

Originally posted by smooshywrites

The keys were swift, less than a second between the jingle and the click of the deadbolt. Jerome had late night tendencies. He enjoyed the solitude and darkness of the night, you gave him keys so that he could always end up falling asleep next to you whenever he found his way back. You weren’t really sure he had a home, you never brought yourself to ask. Instead you just extended your own.

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Loving insanity pt. 6 {{Jerome Valeska x Reader}}

Author Note: this is basically a short continuation to part 5. It’s supposed to be short quick write so sorrryyyy. Length: it’s really short. Sorry babes. Requested: request/collaboration Warnings: attempted rape


It had been 3 hours past the time Jerome was supposed to be there and you were panicked. Your father wasn’t home so he couldn’t help. You were pacing back and fourth.

Jerome was never and I mean NEVER late. You tried to relax after a while but it only lasted a few minutes. You had to find Jerome.

You decided it would be good to go down to the circus. They would know where he is.

You threw on your coat and some boots and headed out the front door.

It was raining hard. You had to turn up your coat against the wind as you walked down the street.You couldn’t see where you were going all you knew is that you were pulled into an alley way roughly.

You looked over to see a man. He was older and drunk. He pinned you up against the wall… Your head hit the brick hard. You lost your senses except your sight.

Your phone dropped out of your pocket after you called your dadand the man screamed at you to take your clothes off. You complied scared of what might happen if you if you didn’t.


Jim heard what the man said and he immediately tracked your phone down. He grabbed a few other officers and waited for a location.

He was pacing back and fourth and, when they got a location, he was the first one out the door.

It took him 8 minutes to get to you. When he ran into the alley way the man dropped you and ran. Two officers chased him while Jim bent down and wrapped his Jacket around you.

“Hey hey it’s okay I got you.”

He hugged you tightly and kissed your forehead.

“I got you.”

You sat there crying into him. Tonight was the definition of hell on earth.

Originally posted by sensuous

Originally posted by warmth-and-wishes


Warnings: Blood, Violence, Language



Y/N stood as Jerome pulled a lady from the crowd in the bank.

“Hello gorgeous.” Jerome greets the lady. Y/N feels her heart shatter for what seems like the millionth time, everyone knows Y/N likes Jerome, she’s admired him ever since she saw him on the news. Jerome even knows how she feels but he still continues to flirt with any woman in sight. He knows it makes her feel like crap but he doesn’t care. ‘Why do I even try?’ Y/N says finally defeated, she leaves the bank with her head hanging low, ignoring the other Maniax. She walks aimlessly around Gotham until she hears muffled voices, she follows the sound to end up in an alley. She sees two figures fighting with each other until one lands on the ground with a knife sticking out of it’s abdomen. The person who inflicted the wound turns towards her.

“Please don’t tell anyone, I didn’t mean to!” They walk towards Y/N, it turns out to be a man with black hair and tan skin.

“I won’t, trust me.” Y/N says inspecting his face. She had to admit, he was pretty handsome, correction very handsome.

“Thank you so much!” The man exclaims.

“Is this the first time you’ve killed someone?” Y/N asks but gets no reply.

“It’s okay I’m not a tattle-tale.” She assures, the man takes a deep breath before speaking.

“No.” He says simply, a grin spreads across Y/N’s face.

“Really?!” She asks excitedly.

“Yeah.” The man answers unsure.

“Me t-” Y/N was abruptly cut off by a gasp.

“Y-you’re Y/N! The inmate!” A woman yells holding a phone up to her ear, Y/N quickly throws a knife at her stomach before turning back to the man smiling.

“As I was saying, me too.” Y/N says before hearing sirens, she starts to leave before looking back.

“You coming?” She asks the man, he starts to follow her to her apartment. When they arrive they enter the door, Y/N walks to the kitchen pulling out a can of pop.

“Want one?” She asks.

“Please.” The man replies sitting down at the dining room table, Y/N enters the dining room with two cans in hand, she hands one to the man before sitting across from him.

“What’s your name?” Y/N asks.

“Jackson, yours?”


“You’re the notorious Y/N?” Jackson laughs.

“Hey, what’s that supposed to mean?” Y/N asks defensively.

“Nothing you’re just usually in the news with that Valeska guy.” Jackson says.

“Well not anymore, he’s an asshole.” Y/N sips her drink.

“You guys break up?” Jackson asks.

“We were never together.”

“Oh, it just seemed so I guess.”

“Well we’re not.” Y/N says harshly.

“Okay okay, sorry.” Jackson puts his hands up defensively, this causes Y/N to make a finger gun and aim it at him.

“Bang!” She shouts playfully they both laugh, the two stay at the table talking for hours.


“Where’s Y/N?” Jerome asks the other Maniax.

“Dunno, she left the bank.” Greenwood shrugs his shoulders. Jerome feels the anxiety fill his veins. 'Where is she?’ 'Is she okay?’ 'Is she hurt?’ Questions flood his brain as he thinks of places she could be, she never told anyone where she lived saying that was the only place she could be alone and didn’t want the Maniax to ruin that. That night Jerome worried for hours about Y/N.

—–2 weeks later—–

 Jerome sat in the living room of Galavan’s pent house watching the news. It was about Y/N and some man.

“Officials could identify both criminals in the security footage, the woman is the young escaped inmate Y/N L/N and the young man is also an escaped inmate named Jackson Duskey. The GCPD were unable to arrest the two do to the building bursting into flames by an assumed explosion caused by the two. They are both currently running the streets so for your safety we advise that you stay inside and keep your doors and windows locked.” The news reporter says blankly. Jerome throws the remote across the room causing it to break into small pieces.

“Who the hell is Jackson?!” Jerome asks no one in particular, 'How could Y/N do this?’ 'Get another partner in crime?’ He asks himself, he thinks about it for hours until Barbara enters the room.

“What’s up with you?” She asks sitting on the chair across from him.

“Y/N is working with someone else.” Jerome releases his thoughts.


“It’s a man.” Jerome continues.

“Oh that’s why you’re worried.” Barbara sits up straight.

“Why?” Jerome asks confused.

“You’re jealous.” Barbara teases.

“No I’m not!” Jerome defends.

“You are.”

“Why would I be jealous?” Jerome snorts.

“Because it’s a man that she’s working with.” Barbara explains.


“Would you be mad if it was a woman?”

“Not as much.” Jerome says quietly.

“Exactly.”  Barbara finishes.

“Why would she get a new partner though?” Jerome thinks out loud.

“Why? Do you know what you do to her, she likes you so much and you constantly flirt with other girls.” Barbara defends Y/N, Jerome smirks to himself when she brings up Y/N liking him.

“Get that smile off of your face! I’m happy she has a new partner, I’m happy she moved on from an asshole!” Barbara seethes, she had been closest to Y/N in Arkham and they slowly became best friends. She hated seeing Y/N’s face fall whenever Jerome would blatantly flirt with a girl in front of Y/N. She hated having to hold Y/N as she sobbed about how Jerome would never love her, she was honestly happy that Y/N finally moved on. Jerome sat silently thinking about what Barbara said as she left the room. He did feel bad for what he had done. He loved the attention Y/N gave him, it made him feel wanted, something he never felt growing up. He loved how she would constantly ask if he was okay after a robbery or whatever they were doing that day, he loved how she would wipe the blood off his face and make sure he was took care of.He loved how her eyes lit up whenever he told a joke, he loved how she was such a sweet person but when she was committing a crime she would turn into a completely different person. In the end he loved everything about her. He loved her. 'I love her, I love her.’ He repeated to himself, how could he never see it before. All the times he would get some sort of feeling whenever Y/N talked to a man, it was jealousy and he hated that feeling. That’s how she felt constantly, Jerome knew he had to apologize, but how? He didn’t know how to contact her, she had no phone and she didn’t tell anyone where she lived. He ran to Galavan asking him if he could find Y/N’s address, he’s not sure how he would do it but it’s worth a shot. Theo eventually found the apartment she was staying at and gave Jerome the directions. Jerome went to the address and knocked on the door, the man in the security footage answered the door.

“Can I help you?” He asks.

“Where is she?” Jerome asks cutting to the chase.

“Where’s who?” Jackson mocks ignorance.

“Listen buddy, I’m not gonna ask again where. is. she?” Jerome’s voice is menacingly low.

“She doesn’t want to see you.” Jackson starts to close the door before Jerome sticks his foot in the doorway.

“That’s not true.” He says forcefully shoving the door open, he sees blood smeared across the floor leading to a closed door.

“What did you do to her?” Jerome closes in on Jackson, grabbing the knife off of the table he pushes Jackson against the wall pressing the knife to his throat.

“Piss off.” Jackson says before attempting to punch Jerome but Jerome quickly responds by slicing his throat open.

“I wanted to kill you slowly but my doll his hurt so, ya know.” Jerome says before dropping his body and heading to the room following the blood. He opened the door to see Y/N on a bed, blood surrounding her. Jerome quickly runs towards the bed looking at her wounds, it looks like he hit her in the head with something that caused it to bleed heavily and for her to pass out. He left the room grabbing a damp towel, advil and and some water. He started to wipe the blood off of her face like she has done to him so many times before, he finishes wiping off the blood when he goes back to the living looking down at Jackson’s lifeless body.

“What are we gonna do with you?” He questions.

“Ooh I have an idea, let’s put you where you belong.” He started to drag his body outside and to the dumpster being careful not to get blood anywhere. When he returned he heard a loud groan, he ran to the bedroom seeing Y/N trying to sit up.

“Hey hey hey.” Jerome said worriedly walking towards her.

“Here let me help.” He helped her sit up and gave her the pills.

“Why are you here?” Y/N asks.

“I’m sorry.” Was all he said.

“What?” Y/N asks confused.

“I’m sorry for what I put you through, knowing that you liked me but I was an asshole and constantly flirting with other girls. I realized how much I need you to survive, seeing you in the news with that piece of crap I got so angry but that is what I do to you all the time, you constantly feel like this and I’m so sorry.” Jerome apologizes, Y/N is took aback by his sudden confession.

“Do you forgive me?” Jerome looks at her with hopeful eyes.

“If you answer my next question honestly.” Y/N requests.

“Of course doll.”

“Did I look good in the news?” Y/N asks, a smile gracing her features.

“So good doll, so good.” Jerome answers.

“Well then I guess this means I forgive you.” Y/N laughs, Jerome smiles and hugs her.

“God, I love you.” Jerome says without thinking, he feels Y/N tense.

“Really?” She asks.

“Really.” He confirms.

“I love you too J.” She admits, Jerome looks down at her and slowly inches his face towards hers, their lips finally meeting in their first of many kisses.

Dark Streets pt. 3

(Hello! This chapter is longer than the others and I’m hoping that’s a good thing! Here’s hoping! Enjoy! Tell me how you like it!)

It was a couple hours later when she saw Jerome again. (Y/N) had gone through what felt like a totally makeover, that seemed completely unnecessary. She had taken a shower, put on foreign clothes, then Barbara and Tabitha played with her hair till they found something they liked. The makeup they put her in felt strange, and the clothes felt to big and to small all at the same time.

To be fair the girls were nice enough. Given that one of them was a diagnosed psycho, they were actually not that bad to be around. They kept her busy with gossip about Gotham, asking her questions about herself, seeming genuinely interested. (Y/N) was still distant, keeping her answers vague and short. Reminding herself repeatedly of whose company she was in.

When it was all over, they sent her back to the room she first woke up in, leaving her to her own vices. The storm had cleared up, leaving only a few dark clouds watching over the smoggy city/ It was obvious that there was no way out of the building from her room. It was several stories high, if she were to try and escape, it would result in her brains splattered on the sidewalk beneath. So she sat, letting her thoughts keep her company.

“Wow! You’re looking smoking!” Jerome’s voice punctured her thoughts. Her little bubble of quiet, now breached, everything seemed even more all the wrong. (Y/N)’s situation started to come full focus.

“Why am I here?” (Y/N) blurted out.

“Aw, doll, isn’t that a little cliche?” He chuckles advancing closer. “I mean every victim says that.”

“It’s a valid question!” She spits back.

Jerome rolled his eyes, moving closer to sit beside (Y/N) on the bed. He scooted closer. Too shocked to do anything, (Y/N) sat there, anticipating the unpredictability of Jerome. He leaned in, putting his nose in her hair, inhaling deeply. “You’re my little,” He pauses picking at the ends of her hair. “Project.” His mouth pulled into a wide grin.

“I’m not something that can be manipulated to your will.” She bites back at him.

“Oh sweetheart, I think you’ll find that I can.” He quickly leans in, grabbing the back of her neck bring her towards him. Their lips meeting forcefully. (Y/N)’s eyes opened in shock, the sheer disgust of what was happening coming to her. With quick thinking, she bit down on his lip as hard as she could, in hopes that he would stop.

Jerome drew back for a moment, still keeping one hand on her neck, the other coming up to touch his lip. A bit of blood came off onto his finger. “Kinky!” He smiled before bringing her back to kiss her once again. Using all her strength, (Y/N) pushed against his chest, dislodging their current position.

“Fine, enough for now. But later, I expect more later.” Jerome winked making (Y/N) shudder in disgust. He stood up, putting his hand out for her to take. “Come on darling, you need to eat.” He looked down at his, then to her. “I don’t bite.” He winks again.

(Y/N) groans, smacking his hand away before standing up and walking to the door. Not even looking back she opens the door and makes her way down the staircase. The group from earlier had disbanded, Galavan and the others nowhere to be seen, the main floor empty. (Y/N) cautiously walked over to a seat by one of the windows, plopping down and crossing her arms to stare out the window.

“Beautiful view, isn’t it?” Jerome called from where he was, rummaging through the fridge.

(Y/N) continued to stare out the window. She wasn’t going to give him the satisfaction of talking to him. If he wanted her, she was going to make it as hard as she could for him to continue liking her.

Jerome let out a groan from the kitchen. “Come on (Y/N). Pouting will get you nowhere. The sooner you accept your situation, the better.” He saunters over to where she is. Looking down at her, he grips her chin tightly turning her to look at him. “I promise you’ll like it.”

The loud sound of a microwave going of caught Jerome’s attention.

“Oh look at that,” (Y/N) spoke. “Saved by the bell.”

Jerome released her chin, giving her a look of uamusement.  He walked over grabbing what was in the microwave grabbing forks and bringing it back to her.

(Y/N) looked at the containers in his hands. Rolling her eyes, “Chinese? Really?”

“What? You expect a psycho like me to know how to cook?” He cackled handing her a fork and container. “Please darling, my talents lie somewhere else.”

“Killing people?” She glared heavily at him.

“Sweetheart, it takes a lot to pull a trigger. Courage, strength. Coming up with plans! That takes cunning, clever, that’s why I.” He puts his hand to his chest. “Am the boss of this little gang of ours.”

(Y/N) poked at the noodles in her box before cautiously taking a bite. “I don’t think that’s true. Looks to me, Galavan is the one calling all of the shots. You just have the illusion of control. How does that feel? Wanting all the control? Feeling like you have it all, only to realize you have none?” She intended for her words to cut, make him think, hurt him in some way.

It stirred some reaction in him. Jerome’s fists clenched around his fork, closing his eyes tightly trying not to think about what she was saying.

“You’re just a boy!” She jabs at him. “Thinking you’re so high and mighty! You want to rule above those who defy you. But in reality, you’re just a scared little boy cowering from those who threaten you because you’re afraid that they’re just going to hit you down and down again like your mother did. Then you’ll realize you’re just as pathetic as she thought you were.” (Y/N) didn’t know where all this was coming from. She’d always been a fairly peaceful person, never one to start fights. But she just wanted to hurt him, make him feel something. Relinquish the power he thought he had over her. The words about his mom just came from what she read in the newspaper after her murder. She hoped those would cut the deepest.

A sharp pain connected with the left side of her face, her body thrown to one side, chow mein noodles spilling across the rug. A pair of hands wrapped tightly around her throat, cutting off her air. The room started to spin. Little black dots danced at the edge of her vision.

“How dare you!” Jerome spat down at (Y/N). “Are you trying to shrink me? Get inside my head.” His grip tightened. (Y/N)’s hands coming up around his trying to get them to loosen in any way.

“P-please.” She barely managed to squeak out. She wanted a reaction but not this, she hadn’t intended for this. Her vision started to cloud in. A ringing started to sound in her ears mixing in with the thundering drum of her heart. “I-I’m,” she tried to cough. “Sorry.” She got out before the room spun and the world collapsed on itself.

(Don’t worry, that’s not her dying! Just me being dramatic! Tell me your thoughts! Thanks for reading! If you have any requests, just let me know!) 

Lila Valeska Part II

It was late at night, probably around 2 AM, Jerome had no idea…all he knew is that he has been trying to sleep for ages now, at least it felt like it, and there he was, tossing and turning in his bed, his nose was still swollen from his earlier encounter with “uncle” Monty and laughter was echoing through the worn-out curtain that separated his cot from the rest of the trailer.



“Boy, don’t put your nose into other people’s business!” Monty said, a bottle of Jack in his right, his enourmous belly bulging over the top of his large striped clown trousers, his makeup smeared. The stench of sex and alcohol filled the air as he sat down opposite Jerome in the kitchen area, stubbing out a cigarette with his fat dirty fingers.

“It’s my fuckin’ trailer, too, I live here?! I work the whole day, how am I supposed to sleep, goddammit?” Jerome’s cheeks turned red and he cleared his throat as he realized that he was cursing. Lila hated it when he dropped the F-Bomb, she wasn’t there, but it stuck too deep in his head already. Lila was a cursing slut herself, she was a working class gal, like all of the others, yet she decided that swear words had no place in the Valeska trailer, at least if the person using them was her precious son. The last time Jerome said fuck in front of her his face hit the kitchen table.

“See, you’re right, it’s none of mah business, it ain’t, you can do with mom whatever you want, but can’t you go somewhere else? There are tons of tents, or use your trailer.

"My trailer?” Monty laughed mockingly and downed the rest of the whiskey in one big gulp. “Y'know that I’m married, mate, righ’?”

Jerome took a deep breath, Monty’s voice and his strong british cockney accent made him cringe. He hated that guy. He hated him. Not only that he was cheating on his wife Jocelyne; another dancer from the circus who was not only pretty, no, she was probably the only nice person in this shithole; he was cheating on his wife with his mother, only the thought of his chubby hands all over her body made him wanna throw up, she was his mother after all. Yes, he stopped caring about her at a very early age, but she could at least try to keep those things away from him, could she?

“I’m serious, Monty, I haven’t slept in ages. Tomorrow’s the big show, I gotta be fit, I need to prepare so…”

“Oh Jesus tits on christ, boy, could y shu'up, just for one sec, please?” Monty leaned back and watched Jerome closely, his drunken eyes lingering on him like he was about to spank him if Jerome would say another word.

“Let me tell y'somethin’, kid. I like your mum, she’s gorgeous. I got no idea if you’re just spoilt or dumb, or both, or if it’s just the lack of testosterone in this fuckin’ household. But you’re a kid, a child, how old are you, Jerome, huh? Yes!” He lit up another cig and grinned pretenciously, raising one of his bushy, black painted brows. “You’re fuckin’ seventeen. You’re not even allowed t'vote, neither are you able to care for your mother, or are you? Well, I am. Who pays for her silly dresses, you or I? I tell you, as long as you haven’t grown some balls, I am the man in your family and that means, you fuckin’ listen t'me, not the other way ‘round, capiche?”

“I see…” Jerome muttered, breathing through his nose. He was so angry that he nearly bit his own tongue bloody and the vein on his forehead was pounding like it was about to burst any second. He got up, surprisingly calm and gazed at Monty while approaching the door.

“You know what? Go fuck yourself. Let’s see what Josy says, maybe she lets you screw my mother in her trailer.”

“Don’t you fuckin’ dare, kiddo!!”

Jerome tried to tear the door open, but it was too late. Before he could even realize what happened he was already lying on the floor under the hulk, struggling like a turtle which was lying on its back.

“Get off of me!!!!” He screamed and kicked into the air, but the only thing his foot hit was a table leg.

“No, you boy, y'listen t'me, and you gotta listen carefully, 'cause I won’t say tha’ twice, you 'ear me? Good! MIND your own - fuckin’- business, if I ever see your whiny little face near my wife I’m gonna slit you up from your 'ead to your toe, got it?”

He basically spat the words into Jerome’s face and the latter had a hard time to breathe under Monty’s body weight. Gasping for air, he nodded frantically, hoping this prick would get off of him then.

“I don’t think y'do, so take this as my last warnin’!”

Then his fist landed in Jerome’s face, he couldn’t hear the bone crack, but he could already feel his warm blood running down the corner of his lips.

“Now clean up and think about how y'talk to grown-ups, kiddo. And one word to your mum 'bout tha’ 'n’ I won’t be so gentle next time, I promise.”

He got up and kicked Jerome in the side before he shut the door behind him.

[There won’t be another time, man. Mark my words.]




He shook off his thoughts and glanced to the door, Lila was leaning in the doorway wearing nothing but her underwear, giggling, obviously drunk as fuck.

“I’m trynna sleep, mom, please, I gotta get up in about three hours…”

Jerome turned around and sighed, staring at the bare wall next to his bed. He didn’t wanna see his mother at all, he couldn’t stand it anymore, all of it. He was done. Done with everything. Tomorrow he would pack his things and leave, like he had told himself so many times. Only that he would leave this god forsaken place for good this time.

“Oh baby…” Lila chuckled like a little girl and staggered towards his bed, sitting next to him eventually. Brushing a strand of hair from his beaten up face, she frowned, but only for a split second.

“What happened to yer face, boy?”

“Nothin’. Lemme sleep.”

“My poor boy…C'mere.” She wrapped her naked bruised arms around his shoulder and pulled him closer towards her, her breath smelled like booze and cocks. “Baby, could ya do me a favor? Please, please, please, for mommy…”

Jerome got halfway up, trying to escape from his mothers embrace.

“Mom, I need to sleep. Whateva it is, I’m pretty sure it can wait 'til tomorrow, okay?”

“What’s with the long face, baby, hm?” She pecked his cheek and got up, grabbing Jerome’s hand. The way she stood there in her undies, the moonlight shining on her skinny messed-up body, she reminded Jerome more of a little girl rather than a grown-up woman and he couldn’t deny that everything about her appearance, every single hair on her head, filled his young heart with despite.

“You should smile more; nobody likes a sourpuss, sweetheart. C'mon.”

She pulled him up and halfway danced through the room with him, pulling him into the kitchen.

“Mom!!!! It’s 2AM!”

“God, doll, come back 'ere and let the lil’ fucker go for a walk!” He could hear Monty’s voice yelling through the open door, Jerome clenched his fist and gazed at his mother.

“I’m coooming, baby, just a second, just a second!” She called over and finally let go of Jerome’s hand. Smiling fondly, she looked up at him and lowered her voice.

“Sweetheart, be so kind 'n’ do the dishes for me, would ya? There’s a talent scout coming by in the mornin’ and I need mah beauty sleep.”

“Are ya serious?” He hissed quietly and shook his head in disbelief. “You’re seriously waking me up for doin’ the dishes, mom? I got a rehearsal tomorrow morning, I told ya, I need to sleep, seriously!”

“Thank ya, love.” Lila pecked his forehead once more, totally ignoring his words…it was so typical, one time in his life there was something he wanted, that rehearsal meant so much to him, it was his chance to get on the stage, he had been practicing for weeks, not to mention that he’d been waiting his whole life for the opportunity?! He couldn’t believe that shagging a clown was more important than her own son?! Again!

Blinking a few tears of anger away he watched Lila close the curtain behind her, followed by laughter and giggle.

Then he started to scrub. He scrubbed each plate at least ten times, almost manically like a person with OCD, scrubbing so hard that his mind was so busy with the task that he almost didn’t hear the moans of his mother anymore.

Jerome had no idea for how long he’s been standing there, but when he was finished, his skin was bloody and wrinkled and his mind was blank.

Almost mechanically he lied down, looking like a robot, and stared at the wooden ceiling above him.

That’s it.

That’s it

Th a t’ s  i t

The next thing Jerome noticed was the sound of his alarm. Buddy Holly’s Rollercoaster. 6 AM on the dot. Did he even sleep? Jerome didn’t know. Stretching himself, he swung his feet off the bed down to the floor, slipping into his worn-out brown slippers.

Everyday, it’s a gettin’ closer

Goin’ faster than a roller coaster

Love like yours will surely come my way

A-hey, a-hey hey

He went outside humming, breathed in the cold morning air and smiled, then grabbed the fire axe from the stub which was standing in front of the trailer at the fireplace.

Everyday seems a little longer…

Jerome shut the door behind him and slowly walked towards Lila’s bedroom.

Every way, love’s a little stronger…

Carefully he pulled the curtain aside, the axe in his right hand swinging beside him. Lila was still asleep, and of course uncle Monty had left, he was probably sleeping safe and sound next to his wife, fucking drunken snake dancers far away in Lalaland…

…Come what may, do you ever long for

True love from me…

“Whatcha doing???” Lila’s eyes widened with surprise when she noticed her son standing next to the bed, smiling at her nonchalantly. Then came the shock. This moment when you realize that nothing in the world could possibly change what was about to come next.

The axe hit her torso, hard, so hard that Jerome could hear her ribs crack like Kellogg’s Crunchy Nuts. Blood splashed into his grinning face and against the Grace Kelly poster on the wall ….A stifling cry left Lila’s pale lips which soon turned into a quiet, gargling sound.

“Oh moooom…what’s with the long face???” He chuckled and hit her again, in the stomach this time, not realizing his mother would never respond. Her lifeless head dropped to the side as another strike hit her, and with every hit, with every bone that was breaking, with every organ that was bursting, his laugh turned louder, until Jerome was laughing so hard that it almost ripped him apart.

“You should put on a smile, mommy!!! Everything is funnier with a smile, ain’t it?”

His alarm went off. Silence. Blood was dripping from his chin, his lips formed to a cruel smile. For a moment he just stood there, looking down at her slaughtered corpse, breathing heavily.

“Time to work!?”

Dropping the axe, he casually walked into the kitched; leaving a trail of blood behind him; and approached the coffee machine. Changing the coffee filter, he smiled.

There was no better way to start a day than with a nice big cup of coffee.

purityimagines  asked:

53 + 68 (the plot can be anything really) ?

I’m screaming I love your blog so much oh my god :,)))) I really enjoyed writing this one btw, so thank you for the prompts, they were fun to work with.


words: 584

warnings: swearing, mentions of character death??? kind of ????


“I missed you so much.” You said aloud what you had been thinking for the past hour, as Jerome shook a can of spraypaint.

He chuckled. “Missed ya too babe. Being dead is so boring…” He rolled his eyes, testing the paint on the ground in front of him.

The night had been one you’d never forget. It had started out normally, you following your evening routine before crawling into bed around midnight. Within an hour, you were startled awake by your front door unlocking. Heart racing, you climbed out of bed, armed with a baseball bat, and ventured into the front corridor. You could make out a figure taking off their shoes, or, slippers? You were quick to turn on the light, and as soon as you saw who was in front of you, you dropped the bat and screamed.

Jerome turned around, skin paler than usual, and grinned. “Sorry I’m late Doll.” You were frozen in your spot. He was supposed to be dead. “Oh and don’t mention my outfit, it was all they had…” He motions to his clothing choice of pajama bottoms and an open robe. “…They gave me all my stuff back though, so I’m not that mad.”

You could see a very prominent scar on his neck, right where he was stabbed. Killed.

He turned to you, you still unable to produce words. You could only stare at him with a expression that combined both relief and utter shock. He rolled his eyes and sighed. “I’ll explain later, right now, I wanna have some fun.”

Just like that things went back to normal, and an hour later you found yourself outside with a freshly clothed Jerome, about to paint the city and let them know of his return.

“Now red is a good color, I think, because it stands out, but also looks like blood.” Jerome said examining the small spot of paint he had sprayed at his feet. “What do you think?”

He looked up at caught you staring at him, making him laugh and shake his head. You couldn’t help yourself, all of this just felt so surreal. You wanted to take him all in, every little thing about him, in case he suddenly disappeared again. In case he was taken away from you again.

“See something you like?” He joked, smirk playing on his lips.

“It’s just, I thought I’d never see you again.” You felt your voice waver and you fumbled with the can of spraypaint in your hands.

“Darling, stop.” He sighed, taking a few steps closer to you. “I always come back. I promised you I would.”

You nodded, dropping your head and feeling stupid for letting your emotions take over. He was back now and that was all that should’ve mattered. Not whether or not he’d be gone again. He must have sensed your worry, because he tilted your chin up and smiled the smiled you had missed so goddamn much.

“I’m not going anywhere, okay?”

You nodded and suddenly his lips were on yours, and you felt yourself melting under his touch. Your free hand touched the back of his neck, the other one tightening on the can. You felt it spray, and knew you had hit Jerome with the bright red paint. You payed no mind, pulling him closer and deepening the kiss. Moments later, pulled away and pressed his forehead against yours, chuckling.

“Fuck.” He gasped, shaking his head. “I missed that, I really did…but the paint belongs on the walls, not me.”