I want to inspire people to believe that there is no limit. There is no stopping, especially for an artist. There is no limit to artistry. No matter what you do, you do it your way, and you continue to do it however you want to do it. I want to be in these films that inspire people, where people can relate to my characters and fall in love with my characters, but at the same time I want to put out music and show people that you can tell stories through this art form. I want to pose for pictures. There’s no limits to anyone, that’s the biggest message I want to get out to people. I grew up believing that there were limits, but there really aren’t. The more these lessons are coming to me, the more I believe that there is no stopping point. And I don’t plan on stopping.
Selina quietly observed him from behind the
window as he sat on the couch opposite the fireplace, his lanky frame somewhat
tense, shoulders sagged and head low. It had been a couple of days since Jerome
wrecked havoc on Gotham and tried to murder Bruce, and Selina couldn’t remember
a time when she had felt more terrified for him. The moment she’d learned about
what had happened, she’d gone straight to Wayne manor, not even caring that she
was supposed to be mad at Bruce—she just wanted, needed to make sure he was okay.
and sprawls out on the floor. “Can’t we call someone to fix it?” She mutters,
rolling over onto her stomach. Tabitha turns around and shakes her head,
placing her hands on her hips.
did, y/n. They can’t get here until tomorrow. It’s not that hot anyways,” she motions around. “Do something to take your
mind off it if it really bothers you that much.” She turns back around and
heads into her room, slamming the door shut. Y/n sighs when Jerome, Barbara and
Greenwood all walk into the room. Jerome instantly turns his attention to her,
tilting his head.
you go into your room to nap, sleepy-head?” He teases, leaping onto the couch
and crouching on it, staring down at her. She groans again and rolls back onto
her back, resting her hands on her stomach.
conditioner’s broken.” She murmurs. “It’s so
hot in h-”
would be my fault, I’m sorry.” Jerome places a hand over his chest in mock
up. I’m not in the mood for your crap.” She covers her face and closes her
eyes, hoping that he’ll leave. The sound of chairs being pulled back let’s her
know that Barbara and Greenwood are sitting at the table. She can hear the thud of feet landing on the tile and she
sighs. Y/n tries to relax, laying out on the living room floor in minimal
clothing; a tank top and cotton shorts.
After he hasn’t
said anything after a while, she assumes he has left. So, it came as a surprise
when she opens her eyes to find him staring directly down at her.
Jerome, what the he-” He reaches down and pulls her up, holding him close to
her in a typical movie embrace, pushing a strand of her h/c hair out of her
eyes, one hand behind his back.
gorgeous, I’ve got a great idea to cool you down.” Y/n scoffs, pulling away
from him and beginning to walk away. She was expecting a flirty comment or
sexual joke to follow his remark, but instead feels a water balloon explode on
the front of her shirt, followed by his hysterical laughter. Her eyes pop open
wide, and her arms stick out to her side, palms out.
little piece of-” he pulls a show of his talent in magic, pulling a water gun
out of nowhere, pointing it directly at her, raising an eyebrow in warning. “Okay,
well, it doesn’t seem really fair to-” Y/n doesn’t have a chance to finish her
sentence as a spray of icy water hits her in her face. She holds her hands up
to protect herself, stumbling backwards. “Jer-Jerome,” Suddenly, he knocks her
to the ground, pinning her and pointing the squirt gun down at her face. “Okay,
okay. Peace- I want peace, just stop this stop god dam-” Despite herself,
despite trying to make herself sound angry, a giggle slips past y/n’s lips. She
begins to laugh, shaking her head, cursing herself slightly for not being able
to stop laughing. Jerome smiles, standing up and pulling her up with him.
just have to do this all day, or you could listen to my other idea.”
smiling up at him. “What, Jerome?”
Of course, I valiantly offer to keep you company,” he places a hand over his
heart, smiling innocently, although the glint in his eyes is anything but
“Oh, shut up,
you!” She playfully slaps his arm.
blame me for trying…so, is it me? Am I the problem with that idea, or…” Y/n
leans forward, her face inches from his. His eyes meet hers briefly before
focusing on her lips. After what seems like an eternity, he moves forward
slowly, his gaze not moving from her mouth, only closing a few seconds after he
presses his lips against hers. Y/n sighs softly against his lips, which Jerome
takes as an invitation to pull her closer, and tilt his head, deepening the
Y/n is the
one to break the kiss, breathing in deeply. Before she can move Jerome goes in
for another kiss, his hand traveling to the back of her head, attempting to
pull her closer to him. She shakes her head, grinning widely.
I actually liked your idea, and I think I’m going to take your advice.” She
raises her eyebrows, and turns her attention to Barbara. “Hey, could you make
sure that he doesn’t try to follow me? Just keep an eye on him please.” Barbara
nods, picking up a magazine.
boy toy away from the shower while you’re in there, got it.” Jerome growls
slightly, staring after y/n as she saunters away.
Request: Can I request an imagine where Jerome comes back from the dead and can’t remember reader who still loves him but then later something makes him remember and he apologizes and it’s all fluff, cuddles, kisses etc?❤️😂
That night still so clear in my mind. That night Galavan betrayed both Jerome and I. I was back stage just watching my lovely maniac preform and scare the rich bastards of Gotham when it happened. When the knife was plunged into Jerome’s neck by Theo.
Then and there it felt like my life ended. I had nothing. I was numb to everything. His cold eyes were the last thing I saw before I ran. I ran as fast as I could. I didn’t know where I was going. I didn’t care.
I found a small abandon apartment in a part of town that was left to rot. I stayed there for I don’t know how long. Months and months without care. I didn’t leave unless it was to get food, and even then that was a night. It was one night when it all changed though. I saw him. Theo Galavan being shoved into a truck by Penguin, and non other than the famous Jim Gordon.
I felt the rush go through my body. I ran to them as fast as my legs would carry me. They stare at me with wide eyes. “(Y/N).” Jim speaks surprised. “Yeah yeah I’m not dead. We’re all surprised. But he should be!” I scream and point at Galavan just imagining the many ways I could make him pay.
Gordon and Penguin look at me and motion for me to get in the car with them. We drive to the docks and take turns of playing Hit the Rick Dick named Galavan. Jim pulls out him gun but is hesitant to shoot the asshole. “Give me that! This isn’t child’s play!” I grab the gun from Jim and aim it at Galavan. “I can do it!” Jim fusses back. “Oh please. You do it and you can kill me as well, but if you can’t and I do it. You owe me something.” “What do you want?” Penguin asks. “A job with the GCPD.” I say causing Jim to scoff. “Please. They’ll never let you in.” “My records clean. Nothing ever been caught for. Never been arrested. No proof anywhere.” Jim looks at the gun and grabs it. “Deal.”
Jim raises the gun and aims it at Galavan. Seconds go by without him pulling the trigger. “Oh come on!” I huff and steal the gun again and shoot Theo Galavan in the head. I smile as the blood flows from his body. I twirl the gun on my hand and smile at Jim. “So when do I start?”
Months of working at the GCPD was actually good. I got myself a proper place to live, and now I’ve got money for spending on things I want. I’m getting my life back, but it’s still not the life I want. I want a life with Jerome.
I had gotten hope when I heard about someone trying to bring him back, but sadly his dead body lies in a room in the GCPD with his face cut off. I’ve sat in here just staring at him. Longing to see his eyes and hear his laugh.
Lee walks in and huffs slamming a latex glove on the table. “Hard day?” I say covering Jerome’s face. “You have no idea.” “I think I do.” I sigh and go over to my bag getting out a gift card for a free coffee. “I’ll be back with a pick me up.” I say and walk down the street to get a coffee.
Once I get the coffee’s I quickly go back to work to help Lee with the body of my dead boyfriend. I walk into the room only to see Jerome’s body gone, and a dead cop on the floor.
A hand wraps around my mouth causing me to drop the drinks in my hand.
“Boo.” A dark voice says in my ear. A voice I know. A voice I love to hear. I turn around and see him. Jerome. A wrapped up faceless Jerome, but he’s still mine. “Jerome.” I say still stricken with shock. “You- how- I-” I stumble back and hit the table. I fall to the floor and everything goes black.
I walk in to see a sight I never thought I’d see. (Y/n) on the floor, and Jerome picking her up and setting her on the table where his dead body once was. I close the door catching his attention. He points the gun at me and laughs. “Someone better tell me what the hell is going on.” He says laughing.
I don’t complain, I don’t struggle. I tell him the entire story of his death.
“Ha, ha, ha Wow. Well, that is quite a story. You know, I know I’ve been dead, but doesn’t that seem kind of crazy to you? Hey, maybe you’re dreaming. Try shooting yourself. Huh. Oh Nah. Hey, tell me more about this cult. They think I’m pretty great, huh?”
I roll my eyes and check (y/n)’s Heath. “They’re a bunch of raving lunatics and idiots.” I state the obvious. “Lunatics and idiots? Ooh, my kind of people. Sorry. Head’s still a little fuzzy. You know, I was just reborn.
Last year was nothing but darkness as far as the eye can see.”
Jerome looks me up and down. “Hey, did you and I ever, uh.” He sticks out his tongue and places the gun to where his private area is. “Oh, God, no.” I scoff.
“Why? Gingers not your type?” “No, but they are hers. She’s the one you did it with.” I say pointing to (y/n). Jerome strolls over to her and looks at her then laughs. “Oh, I remember. Well not her. Never seen her before, hm but I’d like to.” He starts to lift up (y'n)’s shirt, and I slap his hand away.
He turns to me and points the gun at me. “You’re Jim Gordon’s little Twinkie.
How’s it going between you and Jimbo? Huh? You still together or-” “No.” “Aw. That sucks. I really liked you guys. What happened?” “He killed my husband on our wedding night.”
Jerome starts busting out laughing. “Glad you find it funny."I say rolling my eyes. "I do. I get why you don’t. Wow. You miss a lot being dead.” “You know what? Go ahead, enjoy it. There’s about a hundred cops on the other side of that door ready to kill you all over again.”
This statement gets his attention and he shuts up. “I see your point. It’s a business. So, when I was last, you know, uh, alive, I was about to kill Bruce Wayne. I suppose I didn’t manage to. Theo Galavan killed me, that jug-eared Judas. Well, I suppose I should start by killing him.” He says pacing around.
"Theo Galavan’s dead.” Jerome stops and looks at me. “Oh Who beat me to it?” (Y/n) groans and lifts her body up. “I shot him dead the first time.” SHe says giggling. I walk out as fast as I could, but before I can make it to the door I get a scalpel right next to my head. I look back to see (y/n)’s crazy smile. She places her finger to her lips and makes a shh sound. I gulp, nod, and walk out.
Lee exits the room leaving Jerome and I alone. “Ah finally. Sleeping beauty woke up.” I giggle as he walks closer. “Remind me. What’s your name.” I look at him confused. He must’ve lost him memory from the trauma of basically being frankenstines monster. “(Y/n) (y/l/n). We met at the circus a long time ago. We were together for a long time. We loved each other.” Jerome smiles and laughs. “Hm. Fuzzy memories, but we’re getting there. Tell me something else. First kiss. First time. First fight. Nicknames. Give me something.”
I giggle and pull him closer until he’s standing between my thighs. “First kiss was the night we met. First time was the night we met. We’ve never had a fight and you call me doll, babygirl, sweetheart, babe, sugar, and I call you J, handsome, love, Ging, babe. Ya know the normal.” I shrug and wrap my arms around his neck as his go to my hips. “(Y/n). I remember. Oh do I remember you doll. Oh baby all the fun times we had! You didn’t move on to anyone else did you?” “No J. Never.” “Good. You’re mine doll. Always will be.” He forcefully pulls me into a kiss. It being so difficult seeing as he doesn’t really have any lips. He pulls back and laughs. “Oh doll face we are gonna have some fun…right after I do something. Where is my face?” I laugh and jump off the table. “Come on J.”
Jerome x Reader
(Y/T/N=Your Teacher’s Name)
*WARNING: gun threat and gun use (someone gets shot in the leg)*
You sat in history class anxiously awaiting today’s lecture. You’d always had a knack for history and being the teacher’s favorite certainly didn’t hurt. The class was currently going over World War II and war strategies throughout history.
You’d been considered a Know-It-All in history since as early as you could remember. Jealous students would often snicker at your willingness to answer every question and the teacher asked. Despite this, you still tried hard every day in class and didn’t any of your fellow students bother you.
“Ultimately, the Axis powers were able to fall to the Allied powers due to their serious lack of-” Y/T/N Cut off by the class phone ringing you watched your teacher carefully as they slowly walked over to the class phone. Their eyes darted frantically across the room and you noticed a small drop of sweat begin to creep down your teacher’s brow. Your countenance displayed a confused look.
The teacher hung up the phone. “I’ll be right back kids.” They said.
Your turn toward your paper and begin to read through your notes while all the other kids in the class did just the opposite. It was several minutes before another adult entered the classroom. You turned around expecting to see Y/T/N standing in the doorway ready the scold the kids who weren’t doing their work.
It wasn’t Y/T/N standing in the doorway.
Jerome Valeska. Everyone knew about the escaped convict from Arkham. The red hair and smirk were unmistakably his.
The psycho let out a roar of horrifying laughter.
One of the girls in your class let out a screech. Jerome whipped a gun out of from behind his back and pointed it at her. The girl immediately got quiet.
“Oh I see,” Jerome said between laughs as he approached the front of the classroom. “World War Two. See I was never one for history.”
No one in the class said anything. The only sound was yours and others student’s heavy breathing. The red headed maniac rolled his eyes and shot a bullet into the ceiling leaving only 5 bullets in the revolver.
“Does someone care to enlighten me on the subject?”
All eyes shifted over to you. You weren’t sure if your fellow classmates did this on purpose or if the action was involuntary. Jerome noticed the change of attention and looked to you with a wide grin.
“Well lookie here! The gorgeous one’s got brains.” Jerome skipped over to your seat. “What’s your name sweetheart?” He whispered in your ear.
“Y/N.” You replied.
“I’m Jerome.” The maniac extended out a hand. You took it, and he guided you to the front of the room.
“Now, tell us all about what we need to know.”
Jerome dragged your now empty desk up to the front of the room so that he could have a perfect view of you and the board.
You lectured on and on about World War 2 and the change in war strategy between both world wars. You almost forgot the ginger psycho had invaded the room.
“And that’s pretty much it.” You stated, looking Jerome in the eye.
He clapped loudly. “Well aren’t you just a little Know-It-All!” The psycho said while pinching your cheeks between his fingers.
You attempted to take your seat back but Jerome stopped you. “Don’t sit down yet doll. I wanna test you.”
“Test me?” You asked inquisitively.
“Yeah Y/N. Is learnin’ theory the same as doing the thing your learnin’ about.”
“What do you mean?”
The psycho rolled his eyes, placed his hands on your shoulders, and led you to the front of the room. “Is studying war the same as the real thing.”
Jerome whipped out is revolver once more and released a bullet which lodged itself into the leg of one of your classmates. They let out a distressed scream. Jerome rolled his eyes. You stared on horrified. He dug his hand into the boys gunshot wound and used the crimson blood to draw the silhouette of a person on the brick wall.
The psycho approached you with a look of pure insanity on his face. To your surprise, he handed you the gun.
“That’s your target.” Jerome said while pointing at the bloody painting. “Try for a head shot.”
You’d only shot a gun once, and it was a rifle, a completely different type of weapon than the one you were holding now.
You must’ve been hesitating because Jerome seemed to grow impatient. He growled in your ear. “Shoot baby.”
You pulled the trigger.
The bullet was about a foot away from the target.
Jerome fell against the teacher’s desk in a fit of maniacal laughter. “You have no aim. I guess theory isn’t the same as the real thing.”
You shot the gun at the target once again. The bullet was even farther away this time. Your futile attempt only furthered Jerome’s fit of laughter.
However, in a moment of pure guts, you spun around on your heals and aimed the gun at the psychos forehead. You placed your finger on the trigger. Before you could pull the trigger and send a metal bullet through Jerome’s head, his hand flew up to meet yours and the gun was snatched from your hand. The barrel of the handgun was now pointed at you.
“I dare say you almost killed me kitten.” Jerome stated.
You didn’t say anything for fear that speaking would end your life sooner than necessary. Instead, you looked Jerome in the eye as one last act of defiance.
You heard the click of the next bullet falling into place.
Then, another one of the Maniax came into the classroom. Jerome turned to them. “GCPD is here.” They said strangely calm.
“I’ll be right out.” Jerome said before averting his attention back in your direction.
After another second of having the gun pointed at you, Jerome lowered his arm and scooped you off the ground.
“Where are we going?” You said between shaky breaths.
“That doesn’t matter baby. You’re coming with me, and we’ll be together.”
You were carried from the confines of your school in the arms of one of the most dangerous villains Gotham had seen in your lifetime.
Summery: When Arkham starts assigning patients to specif doctors Jerome isn’t happy to find he has to share his favorite doctor with Aaron Helzinger. Naturally Jerome has just the plan to fix his problem.
Jerome Valeska x Fem!Reader
“Jerome your doctors back.” Barb muttered as she sat down
next to the boy who perked up as he spotted you chatting to a guard.
“She isn’t with the nasty doctor this time.” Someone
whispered and Jerome grinned as he span to face everyone.
“She passed her tests last week, gave me a bar of chocolate
because I behaved during her tests, because of me she got top marks and one of
the other test subjects tried to eat his doctor.” Jerome burst into giggles and
you glanced over at the noise.
When you crossed the room, and stopped to speak with Aaron,
Jerome stopped laughing and watched the two of you carefully. You turned your
back to Jerome and nodded as Aaron spoke to you.
“All right you lot out into the big room.” One of the guards
yelled and banged on the metal fence as a door opened and people were herded
into the room.
You pointed for Aaron to follow after Barb, smiling when
Jerome skipped over and yelled boo, chuckling when you tried to hide the small
laugh that escaped you.
“How was your weekend Jerome?” You asked and hoped he’d get
distracted by your conversation long enough to be compliant and follow everyone
Request:oml jerome fluff where the reader was held hostage and jerome saves her but shes hurt and he cares for her and is just super over protective? thank you so much and love your imagines!
“Attention…attention…attention!” The oh so familiar voice of the mystery kidnapper. I’ve been held here for about 3 months. Possibly more. I stay curled up in the corner of the room. The four walled room, one hanging light, and one bed on the floor along with one blanket.
I look up at the viewing window where my capture is behind. “It’s that time again lovely. That time for him to come in. the time for him to see you.” I sniff and whip the tears that fall from my face on a daily basis. “How many times do I have to tell you HE IS GONE!” I scream at the window in rage.
I can since him shaking his head. “It’s not lady like the yell doll. You’ll see soon.” I throw the glass plate at the window and scream till I was blue.
I was beaten on once a day. Slashed with a knife at least twice a week, and threatened with a gun 3 times a month. The door opens and I’m greeted with something I never wished to see.
His face. The face I saw every single day for years. The face I use to kiss every night before my eyes closed. “Hello Doll. Miss me?” He walks closer. “Who are you?” I ask and stand up alarmed. “Don’t you recognize me baby? It’s me Jerome.”
The unknown figure adjusts the skin on his face and walks closer to me. “Kiss me my queen! It’s been far to long.” He grabs my face and tries to place his lips upon mine. “Stop! Stop it now! YOU’RE NOT JEROME!” I scream with tears running down my face. I punch and kick the ‘masked’ man in rage. He stamps his foot in frustration and removes himself from the room. I sink to the floor and cover my face. Jerome…Jerome please comes back. I need you.
I push the last staple in my face to reconnect the skin on my face. “So how does it look?” I ask the man that brought me back. I look over his shoulder and see what looks like a duffel bag filled with clothes. Clothes I know. Some I bought.
I hold my finger up and walk to the bag. “Now what are these? I stuff my hands in the bag and pull out one very pleasing memory. “Huh. Looks like these belong to my baby girl.” “W-what? No…I-I don’t know.”
I pull out a knife and place it to his neck. “Show me where she is. She’s her isn’t she? Ohh yes she is! I can see it in your eyes. Show me.” He nods and quickly goes to a bolted door and unlocks it. I look in to see a balled up figure in the corner of the room. I walk to her and see her gone from the world. Still breathing but barley.
I turn around and throw the knife right into his chest. “What did you do?” I scream at him. “She’s dying of a broken heart.” He laughs and I strangle him the rest of the way dead.
I pick up my baby doll and rush out of the building and to a friend who owes me a favor.
Light. Light flashes in my eyes, and I open my eyes. I open my eyes to see white tile room. I look to my right to see a heart monitor, and an IV giving me fluids. Then to my left I see a red head lying on the couch. Red hair I love. The red hair I missed. “Jerome?” I ask my voice horses and rough. He stirs and rolls over. I see staples line his face in a circle; from his forehead to the bottom of his chin. His eyes open and he immediately stands. “Baby doll. There you are. Oh I’ve missed you so much!” He strides over to me and strokes my face. I let a tear slip and he wipes it away and kisses my cheek. “I’m here baby. I’m gonna take care of you. Just remember! Laughter is the best medicine!” I laugh and kiss him happy I have my baby back.
Jerome x Reader
*WARNING: a bit of a stalker situation, creepy and possessive Jerome, kidnapping/abduction, gun threat, brief mention of blood*
DISCLAIMER: in no way do I romanticize stalking or encourage it. This is strictly a work of FICTION.
It’d been a day since Jerome had invaded your home. Of course, you never knew about the unwelcome visitor. Jerome knew about you of course and hadn’t let up on his stalking even slightly. If anything, since kissing your sleeping form, the psycho had become even more obsessed.
You sat alone in your home, cowering in the depths of your closet. You’d been watching channel nine when, suddenly, one of Gotham’s most dangerous villains, Jerome Valeska, appeared on the T.V. After a lengthy rant on all things psychotic and blowing up one of his cult’s leaders, there was a flicker of the lights and suddenly, there was darkness.
Your parents were still at work. The sun was setting outside. Pretty soon, you’d be incased in full darkness.
Jerome Valeska and his band of goons rode wildly in a van to your house. The psycho told his partners to stop, and they did.
Jerome couldn’t imagine how frightened you must be. His poor little baby doll alone and oh so scared! He flicked his tongue across his lips at the thought of you.
Jerome practically ran up to the front door. He reached into his pocket for the key to your house.
“Shit!” He muttered to himself. Jerome had forgotten his key.
“Anyone willing to take care of this for me?” Jerome shouted out to his goons. One of them came up to Jerome with a crowbar. The psycho gave them a gentle pat on the head and proceeded to break into your home.
You listened carefully to the jostling of the front door. Soon after, you heard a loud crash. You couldn’t help but to screech out in surprise.
“Hello!” Jerome called out into the void of the foyer. He waved his goons out of the house so that he could be with you alone.
The maniac let out a freighting laugh that rattled you down to your bones.
That laugh sounded so familiar to you. It was him, Jerome Valeska. The one who had just turned the city’s power out.
Jerome crept down the shadowy hallway to your room. He dragged the crowbar against the sheetrock creating an eery and horrifying rattle.
You sunk father back into your closet.
“Here kitty kitty.” Jerome beckoned from the other side of the closet door. You stifled your sobs into the back of your hand. “Come out and play.”
Despite being utterly infatuated with you, Jerome couldn’t deny himself the opportunity to impose such a fear on someone so that they weren’t sure if they’d live or die. At this point, you were almost sure you’d be slaughtered.
Jerome turned slowly to face the closet and swung the door open. He didn’t see you at first and you thought for a moment, perhaps you would be spared. But soon, the psycho’s eyes landed on yours. Jerome smiled at your creepily before snatching you up by the arm and pulling you into his chest.
You screamed out into the dark abyss. Jerome’s hand flew up to your mouth and his arm snaked itself around your waist. There was no space between the two of you. “Shh babydoll don’t scream. Y/N I’ve got you.”
The psycho knew your name. You were utterly shocked; so much so that you stopped screaming.
“How do you-how do you know my name?” You asked, voice muffled by the maniac’s hand.
Jerome let out a cackle. “I’ve been watching…” His voice trailed off. Jerome pushed you forwards against the wall so that your faces were only mere centimeters apart. Jerome pushed his chest against yours while one of his arms was by the side of your head. He whipped out a small handgun and held it to your face. “Everything about you intrigues me.”
The windows being open, the strange sounds, the paranoia. Jerome Valeska had been stalking you for weeks, and now you finally realized it.
The feeling of fear began to grow in your stomach. Your eyes began to adjust themselves to the dark, but you still couldn’t fully see Jerome’s face.
“How do I know you’re not a liar? You could-could be one of those um Jerome phonies.” You stated. You weren’t sure why you were acting so brave. From what you knew about Jerome, he never spared someone’s life. If you were to die, why not spend your last moments cursing the man who has caused so much panic?
Jerome grasped you by the throat so that you could barely breathe. He placed his lips against your ear and whispered, “Think this gun is a phony?” He shoved the cool metal against your gut. Jerome ran his tongue along the side of your face before bringing his mouth over to your other ear. “Y/N,” he said whilst inhaling the smell of your freshly washed hair. “Come with me.”
“N-no,” you replied choking out a breath.
Jerome clicked the safety off the gun. “Don’t make me shoot you.” The psycho pulled you off the ground so that only the tips of your feet grazed the carpet.
At this point, the only defense you could muster was spitting on the psycho’s face. Your saliva landed itself on Jerome’s lips. His tongue flicked out of his mouth lapping away at your spit.
“Do it again Y/N.” Said Jerome before letting out another cackle. His fingers tightened their grip around your throat.
“Wouldn’t want to-to give-give you the satisfaction.” You managed to choke out. Jerome let go of his grip on your throat.
“C'mon kitten.” He said whilst turning you down the hallway to the front door. “We’re going for a ride.”
Jerome pushed you the rest of the way out of your house. In the streets, you were met with the eery cackles of his gang members. They were all standing around a white van.
In the faint moonlight, Jerome was utterly terrifying. His face was peeling off in the corners and fresh blood ran down his neck. He spoke with a whiny, nasally voice. Jerome was the personification of your worst nightmares.
“Hop in babydoll.” Jerome chirped happily, gesturing towards the front passenger seat. You climbed into the car carefully. Jerome slid in after you. He placed an arm around your shoulders pulling you extremely close into your body. Jerome picked up your right leg and draped it over his left thigh.
Jerome was happy. His kitten was practically sitting on his lap.
One of Jerome’s goons was opened the driver’s door and sat behind the steering wheel.
“Here we go! Hang on tight Brucie!” Jerome exclaimed.
Brucie? You questioned. However, you didn’t have much time to think about Jerome’s statement before you were flying down the street.
Imagine Jerome Falling In Love With You After Seeing Your Dark Side
Part 2 to Arkham Asylum Crush
Based on a scene from Suicide Squad
After that night, Jerome tried to approach you. You hadn’t seen your ex-cellmate since either. No one really cared or said anything, Jerome never spoke of her. It was like your cellmate never existed and you finally had Jerome’s attention. But he wasn’t your focus anymore. While Theo sent Jerome and the other guys of Maniax to cause chaos in the city, you and Barbara dealt with other matters. Your faces weren’t on the headlines and Jerome loved having his on every screen. But whenever he wasn’t causing destruction, he tried to sweep you off of your feet. He presented you with chocolate and roses which you accepted but told him you were only taking it as a friend.
Jerome was growing impatient and fidgety. He turned to other methods. He’d now send you newer knives and outfits that he had redesigned to give you a look he felt demonstrated his view of you. That earned him a kiss on the cheek. One night though, Jerome took you out. Just the two of you. You played a game. You both looked normal and went to a club. You danced on the dancefloor and he sat in a booth by himself. As you danced a few men came to Jerome claiming to be fans of his recent work and began making plans with him. Meanwhile, as you danced you had become the center of attention and danced only with other girls. Jerome discussed his plans with the men but his eyes were glued to you the entire time. One of the men eventually noticed Jerome’s distraction and turned to look. Both of the men did and they were glued to your moving figure.
The current girl you danced with was moving to let you dominate the dance and you looked in Jerome’s direction for a moment before throwing your arms around the girl to bring her against you. Moving as one and laughing. Most of the men in the club were enthralled and locked on you. You grew tired of your partner and pushed her away as you danced sharply to the beat of the music. The men with Jerome whistled and his eyes snapped to them, but they were still focused on you. One spoke though, turning to Jerome,
“That girl sure has a body. I can see why you’d want that ass. But she seems like a tease. We can get you someone willing to play with….but if you like the challenge….”
The man froze mid-sentence and looked back at the girl only to find that you was standing in front of the table and smiling down at Jerome. You leaned over the table and planted a kiss right on Jerome’s lips. Pulling away, Jerome’s famous smile graced his face and he turned to the man who had spoke.
“Y/n, this man here thinks you have a nice body.”
His voice was teasing and you gasped in shock and looked flattered at the man. Walking over to the end of the table, you smiled brightly at the man and caressed his chin in your hand.
“Well, that’s mighty sweet of you to say Mister, but I’m taken.”
Jerome’s smile turned into a glare then,
You giggled and nodded,
“Yes. He’s very funny and has quite a talent I must say. He can steal the show even off screen. He makes the best jokes and his laugh is the most riveting thing you’ll ever hear.”
You winked at Jerome and he understood, but the men were at a loss. They were now agitated and confused,
“Look lady. The three of us were discussing serious business. Get lost. None of us are buying your company tonight.”
With those words, a dark smirk settled on your face and your eyes flew to look at Jerome’s expression. He was seething and the men now saw his expression. They were confused further. Then Jerome spoke and they went paler than blank paper,
“Are you calling my girl a whore?”
The both of you burst out laughing and you fell into Jerome’s lap as you laughed insanely. Without warning the two of you had guns pointed at the two men and released every bullet in the clip. The men looked hardly recognizable after you two stopped shooting. Jerome took your hand and ran out the club. Running through the streets spinning you around and kissing you as you both ran around. The echo of your laughs were heard from blocks away. When you two finally got back to Theo’s Jeorme escorted you to your room and kissed the back of your hand,
“How was that for a first date?”
You kissed him slowly and ran your fingers through his hair before pulling away to look into his eyes,
“Better than any date I ever went one J. The second date should be an even grander occasion. A bigger death count. Let’s make this game happen every time we go on a date. I will be the bait and you kill the fools who fall into the trap. Other times we can try to kill more than the other, whoever loses has to be the bait for the next game.”
Jeorme’s eyes were bright and he held you face with a hand on either side,
“You’re on sweet cheeks.”
Smacking a last kiss on your lips before leaving to go to his own room and plan your next date.
“Shoo kitten I have important business to attend. I don’t need you hanging around my shoulders.. You’re getting in the way.” Jerome stared at me his green eyes glimmering with anger and what I read to be hate. Nodding afraid I backed out of the room Jerome and the others were in. This new group of obsessed cultists that built Jerome up to be a god, having broken Jerome out of Arkham for the whole Bruce Wayne circus thing. Now he was just an uppity, cocky, brat! None of the Gotham officials knew where he was only the fact that he was gone. This made it so we could live fairly comfortably in the mansion of one of the cultists.
At that moment they were all chatting about their great come-out called “Panic! under the disco” the name being a close rip-off but was accepted due to Jerome’s enthusiasm. Unimpressed I stormed back to the room Jerome and I shared slamming myself down on the bed weakly hitting one of the pillows. Mockingly I insulted Jerome with childish remarks like “Rotten Ginger” and “Bitch baby blah blah blah” things he would probably not like to hear. “Oh darling!” He cried happily his footsteps coming down the same hallway I had just stormed down. I sat up acting happy “Yes Jerome?” I said pretending to be happy. He poked his head in the door smiling his usual wide smile. “Oh there you are” I watched him stroll confidently sitting down on the bed in front of me crossing his legs like a child. “I need you to put on the most ravishing and..” he came close to me whispering deeply. ‘and revealing” I smirked watching him put on his show of explaining that I was going to be the main bait. Great. I loved being bait. Like the good girl I am I nodded happily snooping around in the closet for my tight black dress that had crossed strings all the way down the dress stopping in an arrow just before my… girly parts. I absolutely despised wearing revealing clothes it made me feel unattractive and like a caged animal only there to let greasy eyes fantasize about the things they would like to do to me. Jerome watched me put on the dress smirking like an asshole. I carried on flicking my long black and purple hair behind my pale shoulders. walking into the bathroom that connected to the right of our walk in closet.
Jerome didn’t follow only saying “We tango in five!” then left the room. I rolled my eyes applying my make-up faster then I was comfortable with. I settled with a mediocre smokey eye and the overrated winged eyeliner everyone and their grandma wore. When I was satisfied I grabbed a pair of black flat and ran barefoot out the door. I saw black SUV we used as transportation creeping down the driveway. Knowing Jerome would never have them stop for me I began to run at the van the gravel below my feet seeming to rip my sole to pieces. When I got close enough the back door swung open and I was able to dive in panting. I heaved out of breathe looking at Jerome who sat smiling smudgy in the front seat. “I hope you brought other shoes doll, those flats just won’t do.” I looked down worried knowing that I was most likely going to be a cause of one of his legendary melt-downs. He sat up suddenly in his seat peering angrily at me. Without me being aware what was going on a par of heavy black heels was thrown at me striking me hard in the face. Jerome laughed clapping his hands. “Strike one!” turning his attention way from me to the road ahead. I held my stinging cheek breathing deeply to avoid crying. Jerome got off on tears, mine would only get him going more. He had become such an asshole ever since he had his face flailed off, just because he had come back from the dead and has all these new followers didn’t mean he was so high and mighty. I shook the thoughts away pulling on the heels. “Stop huffing and puffing dear it’s not attractive.” I glared at his face which was gazing still out the window. o my surprise he turned his head seeing my hateful glare. I dropped my head hoping he wouldn’t say anything, he didn’t having been interrupted the the SUV having it’s breaks slammed.
Jerome bounced up and down excitedly in his chair. “Woo! you ready boys!” He slammed the drivers shoulder. They all jumped out hollering sneaking in through the back to go planting some bomb or do whatever they had planned for the nights festivities. I grunted opening the door and getting out. My ankles wobbled in the heels Jerome had struck me with due to their height and weight. I wandered up the side of the building towards the entrance. It was spray painted with cults and gang sighs, a type of art work that had seemed to be marking every corner of this city. I didn’t know how I felt about that to wbe honest, now I was no goody-goody I had killed more people than most war vets but still I imagined a mother holding her sons hands walking down the street, her son would smile and point to the bit of graffiti asking innocently ‘what is that mommy?’ she would only frown having a feeling that her sons infatuation could lead to involvement and then blam! death by gang member. I wouldn’t want my kids to end up this way. Coming around the front I spotted the doorman, he was young and handsome, easy to woo. I smiled walking up to him. “Gee it’s awful cold out. Do you mind if I step in and warm my hands.” Gently I swirled my hands around his belt feeling his heartbeat quicken. “Su-Sure step right in” I winked walking past him. “Thank you” I would make sure he would live on past tonight. Inside the club was the same as the rest of them baring music, flashing decorations, dumb young people blah, blah, blah. I made my way to the bar ordering three shots of tequila, salt on the rims or each.
The bartender was quick and courteous serving me them up quick so I could down them all feeling the unwelcome burn of hard alcohol. I grimaced at the taste. I took money out of my bra and slid it a crossed the table thanking hi before turning around and mapping everything out. Jerome was no where to be seen only a mass of bobbing heads none of them having the fire red hair he did. I grew lonely at the thought of him not being around but then again I didn’t really ever want to see him when he was around. He had become to cruel ever since he came back to.. dead. almost.
I squinted looking harder, nothing. “Hello miss?” I heard a smooth voice say. I turned to it looking at the face addressing me. He was a thin guy handsome strong jawline, thick black hair. I smiled “How-do-you-do?” I said politely warming up to the stranger. He blushed almost shocked to have my attention. “I’m doing goo-” he dropped his head embarrassed, chuckling to himself quietly. “The real reason I came over here was to ask you to dance. You’re so beautiful and.. alone. It do sent seem right” Now this sounds pathetic but my heart seemed to skip a little. He had the face of a kind hearted man that understood other struggles. I quivered a bit. “S-sure” He led my carefully out to the dance floor reaching the far right corner where it wasn’t to crowded. We faced each other getting into a casual dancing routine, polite and friendly. Neither of us talked very much but we often exchanged looks smiling like fools whenever his happened. A part of me wanted to lay my head on his shoulders to feel his heart beat as well as the sway of his body, but I didn’t not wanting to ruin the moment. I opened my mouth to ask him his name but before I could get it out a voice cracked over the loud speakers. “Good evening ladies and gentleman what a great-” The voice cut out. Squinting i looked towards the speakers that seemed to be projecting the voice. Jerome was standing in top of the tallest speaker microphone in hand, DJ bleeding out next to him. Jerome’s stare seemed to radiate disgust and hate. “Oh Y/N?” he said in a matter of fact tone. I tugged on my new found friends shoulder urging him to leave with me. “Hey someone stop her!” Jerome yelled something like panic wavering in his voice. I grabbed onto the strangers hand harder pushing our way through the mass o confused people.
None of his men could catch us so we were out of the club and out of sight by the time they reached the front door. “You need to get in your car and hurry home” The stranger nodded knowing who Jerome was. Before he turned to leave he closed in on my face slowly planting a warm kiss on my lips. I shivered this being the first compassionate kiss since.. well.. never? He walked away without saying another word leaving me out in the wet night air. I giggled like a little girl twirling around on the sidewalk until something cold stopped me. Cringing I knew exactly what it was.
“Who’s your new boyfriend?” the voice writhed. Sighing I turned around “Jerome-” he cut me off with one finger grabbing my hand and leading me to the alleyway we had parked in. “Let’s talk doll?” Nervously I stopped dead in my track knowing this could end in one of his famous torture cessions. He glared back at me snarling. “I said let’s talk.” he yanked harder on my arm forcing me to follow behind. “ladies first” he said opening the passenger side door ushering me in with a big smile. Nervously I gt in feeling a bit relieved to be off my feet, He got in the drivers side silently fuming as he started p the car. I avoided his gaze instead focusing on the city lights that whizzed by. He headed in the direction of the home we were currently staying in., hopefully if all things went right we would hash out of anger in the bedroom between the satin sheets like we always had but I had a feeling this wasn’t going to be one of those times. We had just reached the gravel driveway when Jerome slammed on the breaks. He looked at me smiling sickly “I apologize I haven’t had my drivers license since.. well.. never!” he shrugged happily for a moment until his grin faded. He started the breathe heavily staring uncomfortably into my eyes.
I tried to look away wanting to focus my attention on the night sky but his gaze held me still. We stayed put for a few seconds until in some fit of rage he pulled out a pistol and stuck it to my forehead. “ya know I should kill ya’ doll embarrassing me in front t of all those people?” he snaked towards me a mulishness grin overtaking his face, he was hurt though something in the deep part of his eyes told me so. I wanted to scream at him expressing how horrible he had been to me but that would only make him want to blast me even more so I took his cruelties. He stared st me not blinking until I nodded acknowledging him. Slowly he took the gun down looking out the front window chuckling to himself.
I wiped a tear off of my cheek sneaking a look at him, his eyes were widened with the night sky, his fists pulsating on the steering wheel. Suddenly he began to laugh harder thrashing his fists and head off of the wheel yelling nonsense at no one in particular. He grabbed my hair pulling me closer to his face. Seething in my ear. “Why did you do this to me?” His hand shook as he held onto my hair. “I-I’m sorry I-” I shook my head slightly trying to loosen his grip but it was no use. “You will be sorry Kitten- I you were stronger than this” I opened myself up a little hoping to deescalate the situation. “You’re cruel to me Jerome. You treat me like one of your thugs that you can just throw around all you want. I’m not though and you know it.” He let go of my hair looking coldly into my eyes. “Since when have you become so entitled?” He asked ending with a horrible laugh. I rolled my eyes getting out of the SUV before getting out all the way though I chucked the blasted heels he had previously thrown at me. They hit him and he gasped, I didn’t see his reaction due to the door slamming him out of my view.
I started walking the sound of the cold gravel crunched under my feet. I focused on the sound instead of the possibility of Jerome starting up the car and running me over. “Y/n wait!” I heard him yell beginning to jog after me. I started in a full run hoping to get far far away from him. His pace quickened behind me I was always a slow runner and plus he had shoes on so it wouldn’t be long until he caught up to me. Again I tried to focus on the night sky as I ran but it was no use the feeling of his hand latching onto my arm. “gotcha” he said His fingernails dug into my skin, I winced at the pain kicking him as hard as I could in the shin. He growled loosing his balance and falling to the floor. I took off in a full sprint distracted when I heard him cock his gun behind me. I ducked hearing it fire three times. I stayed flat on the ground feeling the dust form the rocks get into my eyes. I blinked rapidly trying to rid myself of this pain. Jerome walked up to me sticking out his left hand, his gun still in the right. I grabbed it and he helped me up. “What is the matter with you?!” I said mad.
He shrugged looking into my face. “You think?-” He shook his head looking for the right thing to say. “Look I haven’t been the nicest guy- I know- but seeing you kiss” He growled violently kicking rocks, “I dont want to talk about it! the point is- I’m sorry! Just stop doing this and be my doll again.” I was shocked at his words he looked defeated his face morphed in sadness. I nodded grabbing his hand.. “Why did you kiss him?” he said suddenly walking back to the car. I shrugged “I don’t know” he scoffed “I don’t know?, I don’t know!” His hand wrapped around my throat. “How do you not know. You act like it’s nothing but you don’t have to live with it. You don’t have to live with that-” he busted out laughing striking the car with his fists until his knuckles bled. Pan icing at the smudged blood on the car window I ran up behind him and hugged his waist as hard as I could hoping to calm him down. He stopped breathing heavily. “Oh doll you kill me” he said hopelessly.
I unraveled my arms and grabbed his hand skipping the car ride home walking him the ten feet to the house. I opened the front door letting us both in. “Who was he? huh? Some stud? Business broker with his life in gold?” Hr groaned leaning up against the kitchen table that sat to the right of the door. I shrugged again saying ‘I don’t know’ he winced at my words flipping the table over. “Stop saying that! You’re my whole world and this is how you-” he laughed. I dropped my head all to be lifted up when he was quickly in front of me. “I need to speak with you in the bedroom.” He growled walking away. I grew excited watching his broad shoulders imagining them without the white button up shirt he was wearing. I smiled skipping behind him entering the bedroom just as he was sitting on the desk in front of his bed a devilish look on his face. He snake up to me whispering in my ear. “I’m going to make you forget all about him. I’m the only stud in your life. You got that Doll?” I nodded my hear pulsing in my head.
His hands made their way up under my shirt, his skin cold on my body heat. I closed my eyes letting myself enjoy the sensation until my shirt was completely off. His lips kissed my neck smoothly while he continued to grip the rest. I sighed wishing he was always like this. His lips moved up to my ear, nibbling slightly on my earlobe. He began to whisper. “Don’t even hurt me again.” I opened my eyes sadness coming over my whole body until I saw him smirking as he left the room. “Jerome!” I yelled. IT took awhile for him to answer. “Sorry kitten things to do, places to be, doll snatchers to kill. But don’t worry” Jerome poked his head into the room smiling “I will be back when he’s dead” I shivered in excitement as his foot steps traveled down the hall again and out the front door.
Thank you for reading all more to come Same Bat-Time, Same Bat-Channel!
I sat on the hood of this oil truck that we stole. I didn’t know what we were doing, but to be honest I don’t really care. Aaron, Greenwood and Jerome sat inside of the truck and Dobkins stood off to the side doing whatever it is that he does. I leaned against the windshield and lit a joint.
I glanced behind me and saw a school bus about to drive by. I knocked against the window and nodded my head towards the bus. Jerome smirked.
Never Again: Jerome Valeska x Reader (Angst/Fluff)
I got a lovely request from an anon that asked: “A Jerome Valeska imagine where him and the reader get into an argument, when she tells him that she is leaving he makes it seem like he doesn’t care and just acts really cocky. But when the reader’s life is in danger and he saves her from getting killed by someone (you pick who) he realizes that he was acting stupid and that makes him realize that he loves her too much to let her go and he can’t lose her. Make it really fluffy and adorable please! :)”
Contains swearing and violence with a bunch of fluff, hope you like it! Takes place during Season 3 of Gotham. IM REALLY SORRY FOR MAKING IT SO ANGSTY AT THE START BUT IT’S GOT A REALLY NICE ENDING EVERYONE.
After Jerome had come back, he had bumped into you on one of his heists, and whisked you away with him. You thought he would let his guard down, open up about his problems. You did that with him, and he understood your pain, so why couldn’t you understand his? Why won’t he let you help him?
You ran your hands through your hair as you sat on the couch, as Jerome was yelling at his men. The job they pulled didn’t go so well, so he ended up killing them, right in front of you.
He would be more discreet with this, but today he didn’t feel like it. He was too sloppy today.
“What the heck Jerome?!”
“Oh shut up!” He yelled before aiming his gun at you, making you gasp.
“Why are you acting like this towards me?!”
“Why are you acting like such a whiny brat!” He mocked with a high pitched voice.
“Jerome stop! We’ve been dating for six months! You should know that I care about you!”
Jerome laughed, “Care? Well, this must be a one sided relationship honey.”
Your eyes widened as your voice cracked, “Why is that?”
“Well, it just so happens that I don’t care about you. At all. Never have, never will.”
He hummed as he plopped down on the couch and turned on the TV.
You took out one of the staples from his face, causing him to scream in pain.
“You jerk! I’m leaving you!”
“Then go!” He yelled as you went to pack your bags.
Tears were streaming down your face as you saw him staple his face back on.
Dropping your bags you whimpered, “Tell me this now Jerome, every time I had a nightmare and you were by my side, telling me that everything was okay, did you mean it? Did you mean to when you would tell me I was special? Did you mean it when you said those three words after our first kiss?”
Jerome furrowed his brows before throwing the stapler he had been using towards you as he screamed,
“No! I didn’t mean any of it!”
“Fuck you Jerome!” You slammed the door of his apartment before stomping out, crying.
You didn’t know where to go. What would your family say? You were a wanted criminal now.
You found yourself sleeping in an abandoned building, covering yourself in a newspaper.
Meanwhile, Jerome was throwing everything in the apartment around. His knuckles were bloody as he curse and yelled at the air. “You idiot! She loved you, and you had to turn her away!”
Jerome loved you, but he was scared of finally being ready to face the fact that he was capable of love. He couldn’t lose you. So he walked out of the apartment and went looking for you, calling your name.
You felt a barrel of a gun against your forehead and you jolted upwards, and you gasped.
“No, I’m not Jerome, but my name is Jervis Tetch. You my dear, are coming with me. Now.”
You were dragged into a van by this man and got drugged.
Jerome saw what was going on, and he rushed so he could get into a car and drove off, following the van you were in.
Waking up, you found yourself at a table that had a wide range of desserts. You had been tied to a chair, and you began to sob even more. Then, the man you saw from before appeared,
“Alice! Why are you crying?”
Your eyes widened when you realized who this man was.
Alice was his dead sister, who he loved just a bit too much.
“Please let me go! I’m not her!”
“Alice, you misunderstand, I’m you’re brother!”
“No you’re not! You’re a monster, when my boyfriend comes, you’re going to be in so much trouble!”
“You mean the one you were fighting with a few hours ago? Sweetheart, he doesn’t care about you,” he paused before looking into your soul, “but I do.”
A gun shot sound rang through the room, and Jervis turned to see Jerome, who’s eyes were flaming with anger.
“Stay away from my girl you pedophile.” He shot Jervis in the leg as he groaned in pain.
Jerome then sauntered over, only to whack him with the gun, knocking Jervis out cold.
Going to your side, he didn’t say a word as he untied you.
Back at the apartment, the two of you sat in silence, you were still in shock.
You noticed that he had cleaned up his mess, but you saw broken plates and knives everywhere. Once the two of you were in bed, Jerome turned so that he wasn’t facing you.
You began to sob loudly as you hugged him from behind.
“I’m sorry! I love you! I know you don’t love me, but I still do-”
Jerome sighed before turning to sniffle and cup your face in his hands,
“Shh, it’s okay. I’m so sorry for what I did earlier. I love you so, so, so much. You have no idea, and I’m scared because I don’t know if I’m ready to be loved back. I’m scared of trusting someone so deeply and-”
You pressed your lips against his softly. That was all you needed to hear. Jerome hugged you tightly as you both continued the kiss.
Once the two of you needed to breath you spoke with a rasp, “You can trust and love me all you want. As long as you do the same for me.”