A/N: Okay, this is has is on the angst side. This actually hurts my heart.
Warnings: breaking up, depression, slight obsession
This would be the first time you would be seeing Jerome ever since he got sent back to Arkham. You hadn’t seen or contacted him at all since that night, which would make about a little over two weeks, close to a month. You felt guilty for not coming to see him, but you fell into a very deep depression. It got to the point where you couldn’t even find the will to get out of bed in the morning. So many things were happening all at once and you just could not handle all the stress and pressure. With everything that was happening with Jerome and the GCPD, you knew that it would end badly, but you just kept it to the back of your mind.
You remembered the night J came back vividly because it was such an event. You remember being in a state of shock and the next thing you knew, you both were fucking like a pair of rabbits. Maybe it was just the after sex talk but you just felt like you were the biggest idiot on Earth when you believed he said he would change.
“You gotta stop doing this, J..”
“I’ll stop for you, I promise, doll.
"No, I’m serious this time. You have to change or there can’t be an us.
Walking down the halls of Arkham brought back many memories of when before Jerome died and you would visit him frequently, everyday actually. The feeling wasn’t bad but it certainly wasn’t a walk in the park. Life with Jerome was never easy, you’ve been through the days when he was dealing with his mom to this very day. It’s funny what love can make you do.
"Right in here, miss.” The guard directed you into the visitation room. You silently thanked the guard and walked into the visitation room, your stomach was filled with tons of butterflies when you laid your eyes on Jerome. His head was wondering around and he was tapping his hands on the grey table. The sound of your heels hitting the ground caught his attention making him turn his attention towards you.
A slight smile appeared on your lips dispute of how you felt inside, you missed him. His eyes watched you intently as you pulled out your chair and sat down. Jerome leaned back in his chair and stared at you. He looked better now that his face was sewn back on properly instead of his stapling.
“Where have you been?” Jerome’s voice didn’t sound friendly at all. It actually kind of scared you.
“Jerome… I’ve been going through some things and I just needed time to think..”
Jerome’s fists slammed the table making you jump and your hand instinctively went to your belly.
“Some time to think? You can think anywhere, princess. What the hell?"His voice sounded agitated.
"Jerome, I’m pregnant. And I’m afraid that I can’t see you anymore.” Your words came out quickly like word vomit.
Jerome froze and after a while he furrowed his eyebrows, shook his head and chuckled to himself.
“You’re pregnant? And you’re breaking up with me?” Jerome bursted out in laughter. “Okay, be serious.” He wiped the tears that formed at his eyes from laughing. A few months ago his laugh made you the happiest girl on the plant, but now you just wanted to be far away from it. He was never going to change.
“I’m glad you think this is funny. I’m leaving Jerome. This was fun while it lasted but I need to move on, it obvious that you’re never going to change. You fucking promised me! And now look where you are! I love you but I can’t keep doing this! You’re a murder and a psychopath… goodbye, J.” You slowly got up from your seat and walked toward the exit with tears running down your cheeks, not even looking back.
Jerome sat there dumbfounded. He was the only thing he had and now you were walking out of his life.