but you scare me

Every time I listen to the recordings of Music of the Night I forget about the loud organ music at the end so I’ll just be sitting there basking in the glory of that song and then suddenly my soul exits my body as my eardrums are assassinated by someone smashing on the keys because of course I turned that crap up to the loudest setting and now the foundations of my house are shaking.

Jerome Valeska x Reader: Daddy’s Little Doctor

Originally posted by evaalterrr

omg i got so excited at it i can’t even….. ugh. not only because i got an another request but also because this is an amazing idea and i’m in love with this, i think i need to change some things that were a little unclear to me but i hope you will like it anyway

sorry if it’s too short to your liking, & please let me know what you think
REQUESTS ARE  O P E N

PART TWO


[Y/N] was a pretty 15 year old girl, who liked spending her free time in her dad’s work. Jim Gordon’s work. She’d go there everyday after school.


She wanted to work at the GCPD in the future, not as a cop, but as a doctor, just like Doctor Leslie Thompkins. [Y/N] was a very smart girl, so everybody believed she would accomplish her goal.

[Y/N] enjoyed being with Doctor Lee, and as you may wonder, Doctor Lee enjoyed being with [Y/N]. She reminded her of herself when she was younger, so she was happy to answer any questions this sweet girl had.

“Harvey! Do you know where Doctor Thompkins is?" 

[Y/N]’s been looking for her, she wanted to watch her work, as always. At first she wasn’t sure if that’s okay with her but she said she enjoys her company, much to [Y/N]’s joy.

"I don’t know, kiddo, check the morgue.” Answered busy Harvey Dent petting her on the head and walking away.

[Y/N] was walking to the morgue as she heard two cops talking about Jerome Valeska. They didn’t have a chance to meet but she saw him, that day when they found his dead mother. Dead because of him.  

His cult was trying to bring him back from the dead…

“Can you believe he’s lying in the morgue right now with no face on?!”

“Shut up, this is disgusting.”

[Y/N] could agree on that. It seriously gave her chills.

But still, it didn’t change the fact she wanted to see how he looked now. She would never admit it to anyone, but she thought he was kinda cute. When he had a face and was still breathing, though.

[Y/N] entered the room humming a song she always does.  

“Doctor Le–” she stopped dead in her tracks.

Before her, Lee Thompkins sitting on a table, tied up, looking over her should to see who just came in, worry filled her eyes as she noticed it’s [Y/N]. And there it was Jerome Valeska, standing across from Doctor Lee, his face all bloody and bandaged smiling widely at [Y/N]. He was wearing something very skin-tight…

“Hi there. Care to join us, Sweetheart?” Jerome walked towards her.

Now as he took a better look at her, he noticed she looked younger than him.

“Don’t cha a little too young to work here?”

[Y/N] only shrugged and gulped as he started to tie her up and told her to sit beside Lee.

They looked at each other, Lee’s gaze looked like it was asking her “Why did you have to come here exactly right now?!”

Jerome not interested in Lee anymore, moved to kneel before the pretty girl and looked into her eyes.

“Do you know where is my face, Precious?”

She stared at him. “Yeah… I heard Dwight took it and that he wears it like a mask..” She made a disgusted face.

Jerome exhaled deeply. “At least he’s a handsome fella now.”

[Y/N] cracked a small smile trying not to giggle. She didn’t want Doctor Lee to think she’s stupid.

Jerome glanced back at Lee and then back to [Y/N] and cupped her cheek. 

“Now tell me, what exactly are you doing here?  You can’t possibly be working here, you look young. How old are you anyway, Sweet Cheeks?”

“Umm..” She was unsure if she should tell him but he had something in his eyes that screamed “tell me all about you!”

“I don’t work here, I’m 15 years old. My dad is working here.”

“Don’t tell him that [Y/N]!”

“[Y/N]? Pretty name for a pretty girl.” He smirked and reached for something to gag Doctor Lee. “Who’s your dad? I’m dying to know.”

“James Gordon.”

He started laughing like crazy. “James Gordon! I can’t believe it! And Doctor here is still talking to you after what your father has done to her poor husband?” He burst in another laugh.

[Y/N] wanted to defend her dad but she knew there was no point.

“Ohhh you’re coming with me, Gorgeous! You’re too fun to be left here!” He started to untie her.

And she left with him. Just like that.

Doctor Lee waited for someone to rescue her, they needed to find [Y/N]. They needed to find Jerome.

But she could’t stop thinking about that one thing  that was still disturbing her.

The adoration in young girl’s eyes when she looked at the Ginger.

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it’s midnight but i’ve been thinking about this since the video came out ahdbabaij

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People who slam doors and stomp their feet to show how much they want to physically hurt you shouldn’t be trusted

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[small continuation of the ‘comic’]

Blackhat could see Dr. Flug’s throat bobbing as if he’d just swallowed, gloved hands wringing and shoulders pulled up. The smoke that came from the small glowing ball in place of his head wasn’t lazily curling behind him anymore as it had been before Blackhat had grabbed the Doctor thinking him an intruder, instead it was balling up and condensing as if trying to make itself as unnoticeable as possible.

“Um, please don’t eat me?” Dr. Flug’s voice reached him, quieter and fainter than it usually did, muffled, as if it came form further away, or behind a thick curtain. Blackhat guessed that it had to do with the type of head chosen but he couldn’t be sure. He had never actually paid attention to Object Heads, let alone talked with one. Or so he thought.

One way or another that still didn’t explain why Dr. Flug thought he would eat him , honestly. The man-, Object Head, Blackhat corrected himself mentally, was constantly expecting the worst of everything. To be fair this was nothing compared to the wariness he’d displayed when Blackhat had freshly employed him several months ago, but still.

“Dr. Flug we both know that I don’t have to eat.”

“W-Well, ” he started, stopped and rubbed his hand along the stump of his neck, “not the meat of course, but you eat souls and my kind is a whole lot of soul compared to just a human. And I’d be grateful to uh, keep it. Never mind the part-”

“Dr. Flug.”

“-where I couldn’t work because I’d be-”

“FLUG!”

The smoke compacted for a second into a dense sphere, the Doctor flinching backwards.

Realization had dawned on Blackhat. The reason his scientist was so twitchy, to anxious, so afraid all the time. Of course, how could he not have realised!

“I am not a demon.” Blackhat hissed, “I don’t eat souls, I don’t eat. Period. I’m eldritch we don’t need something as base as sustenance!”

He could practically see the gears turning, evaluating new information, hands slowly sinking, shoulder cautiously relaxing. The smoke, bobbing and wafting, instead of tightly clustered.

“Y-You’re not? You’re-”

“Eldritch, yes, pay attention Doctor.”

A tense silence hung between them for a moment, until Dr. Flug barked out a tense laugh.
“And all this time I was wondering if the lab is really worth getting eaten sooner than later.”

“Urgh…” Blackhat grumbled, “You just took the fun out of every single time I scared you.”  

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I thought about childhood friends reunion or them seeing each other again after graduation! I hope you like it! 💜