Circus - Jerome Valeska x Reader Imagine
Imagine you’re a temporary performer in the circus Jerome once performed in and help him shoot the circus up one night when he returns after escaping Arkham.
Jerome walked up to the circus. It had been a while since he’d set foot inside the tent; almost three months. Why the circus had stuck around Gotham for that long after he murdered his mother, he didn’t know. It was a stupid move. They should have cleared out as soon as he was arrested. Go somewhere where no one had heard about what had happened. He supposed his “father” had something to do with it.
Stupid, sentimental old man. He thought to himself as he walked into the main tent where the Graysons were flipping through the air while the crowd below erupted in thunderous applause.
He looked around the tent and saw many familiar faces. Faces of people who had stood by when his mother and her lovers got drunk and had beaten him. Faces of people who told him to toughen up, life is hard sometimes. People who had been so consumed with the ridiculous feud between the Graysons and Lloyds that they had no problem overlooking the troubles of the young son of a lowly snake dancer. Sure, it might be petty, but Jerome decided that if the circus had been too stupid to get out of dodge when they had the chance, he’d make them regret that decision.
As the trapeze artists flipped over head, Jerome wove his way through the crowd, lightly stroking the gun tucked into the waist band of his pants. He’d find a good spot and wait for the opportune moment; then, he’d open fire.