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I scan over the old photos sitting next to Jerimiah. “You look beautiful there, love.” He points to a photo of me and my dad at the beach. I nod smiling.
“You’re quiet today.” Jerimiah trails his finger across my jaw. “I worry about him. He’s probably angry with me.” Jerimiah sigh cupping my cheek. “I know this is hard for you, (Y/n), but for you to get better this needs to be done.” I nod holding in my tears.
“Repeat what I told you.”
“Jerome lies. He is infected. He’s manipulative. He’s evil.” Jerimiah nods stroking my cheek. “It’s alright, darling. We say this enough and soon it will start to sound better. I’m here for you, (y/n).”
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I stir the pot of boiling water adding the pasta. “(y/n)!” Jerimiah calls as he closes my door. “Kitchen!”
He walks in tearing off the scarf, hat, sunglasses, and large coat causing me to laugh. “I rate your disguise a 3.” Jerimiah chuckles and comes over kissing my cheek.
“I want to meet your father, (Y/n).” I sigh looking at him. “He just got shot by his ex-girlfriend and then saved by his ex-ex-girlfriend. Now isn’t the right time to be confusing him with the twin of Jerome.” Jerimiah shrugs kissing my forehead. “If you say so, darling.”
Jerimiah pulls out a chair and sits down looking at me smiling. “What’s the look for?” “You’re amazing.”
I laugh shaking my head and blushing. “Anyone can make pasta, J.” “No, no, no. You’re recovered. You’re healed, and I am so proud of you.” I shrug smiling. “I had a good helper.”
This whole time has been hell. Forcing myself to grow and realize what was right.
Do I still love Jerome? Yes.
Is it practical? No.
Did I need to move on? For my health, yes.
So many factors lead me to give up the life on madness. My life with Jerome. I could never grow like that. I could never grow with him.
I can only hope he could understand one day.
“I want you to move in with me,” Jerimiah says from the table. I turn around staring at him with wide eyes. “What?” He smiles standing up and wrapping his arms around my waist.
“Move in with me. I can watch over you properly. Plus I can cuddle you whenever I want.” “Jer-” “I know you’re scared, but please. We both want this. I want to start something new with you.”
I sigh cupping his face as he gazes at me with hope-filled eyes. “Jerimiah Valeska. You pack my things and we’ve got a deal.” He pulls me tight kissing me.
He pulls out his phone giggling like a child. “Yes. She agreed. Sure. Go on and bring the boxes up.” He hangs up swinging me around.
“You have Echo waiting outside with boxes?” Jeremiah smiles tilting his head. “No?”
Echo opens the door and toss’s piles of boxes on my apartment floor. “I’ve been waiting out there! What if she would’ve said no?” Jerimiah leads me to sit on his lap on the couch. “She wouldn’t have.” He kisses my cheek and holds me tight.
So this is love?
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I lean over the desk looking at very extensive blueprints for a generator Jerimiah is developing. “So… this is going to what? Git rid of the powerlines or put Central Power out of business?” He whirls his arm around my waist and places his chin on my shoulder kissing my neck softly. “It’s going to provide Gotham with double to power getting rid of several competitors. Just better for the environment.” “Just don’t blow yourself up.” I laugh kissing his cheek.
“You know I’m smarter than that, (y/n).”
I move out of his arms and move to the other room turning on the TV. “This just in! Arkham breakout just hours ago has caused the city to go into lockdown. We know criminals such as Jervis Tetch, Jonathan Crain, Jerome Valeska, and several others have escaped. You’ve been warned, Gotham. Stay indoors and keep the locks glued shut. We will update you as this problem is solved. Goodnight, from Gotham City News.”
I stand still watching videos and pictures of the breakout. “What is all that-” Jerimiah looks up at the screen seeing his brother’s evil grin and becomes silent.
“He escaped, Jer. He’s going to come for me. He’ll be so mad that I didn’t-” “No, no, no, (y/n). He won’t. I’m going to take care of it.” He turns off the tv and pulls me into his arms. “How?” Jerimiah shakes his head. “No. Don’t worry about that. All I need you to do is call your father, tell him you’re safe, and then stay locked up in here until I say so.”
He rushes away and out the door leaving me alone. I turn the TV back on and watch several newscasters tell the same story.
Echo rushes through the house holding a dog crate. “What are you doing with that?” “My job believe it or not. Stay inside. Jerimiah’s orders.” I nod flipping through the channels.
I pick up my phone and dial my father. “(Y/n)! Where-” “I’m safe, dad.” “Where? At home or-” “I’m with Jerimiah, Dad. He’s keeping me safe.” My father sighs through the phone. “Okay. You promise you will be safe?” I smile watching Friends. “I’m being the safest I can be. Cuddled up on the couch with a blanket behind a locked door. I’m safe.” “I’ll have you thank your boyfriend whenever I meet him.” I laugh nervously agreeing. “Be safe, dad.” “Love you, kid.”
I sigh getting comfortable, but that doesn’t last long as my boredom starts to take over. I stand and make my way to Jerimiah’s office snooping around to entertain myself.
I open a drawer and find nothing but business receipts and reports. I sit in his chair spinning around and end up hitting a small stand down. As it falls the content on top falls to the floor along with the table. I sigh laughing at myself as I pick up the mess. As the table is sat upright items move around within the wood.
“But there’s no drawer.” I furrow my brows looking at the simple table. I move it and hear things rattle again. I flip the table on its side and search every part until I found a small tab protruding a centimeter.
I push it in and the whole top of the table pops off revealing the mystery. An old photo, a book, stashes of cash, and a gun. I open the notebook seeing the small scratchy hand writtings of a young boy.
Stories upon stories of the twins, all from Jerimiah’s point of view. He provides the thought of him living a hellish life during his childhood.
I pull out the photo revealing the two boys. Jerome’s face smiling as he hugs his brother, but unlike Jerome, Jerimiah’s face was scratched out with cruel words carved into the photo.
I shake my head in sadness and I place everything back. “Poor Jerimiah.”
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Jerome’s POV:
I bust in her apartment humming. I run my finger over the table with loose papers lying around. “You need to dust, doll. Daddy doesn’t like coming home to a dirty house. Maybe something else dirty, but we can save that.” I giggle jumping over her couch and strolling into the kitchen being met with silence.
“(Y/n)? Honey, don’t be scared. I’m not mad. Disappointed and sad, but never mad, love. Come on out.”
Seconds go by without a peep. I giggle leaning against the door frame. “You do know I love a good game. What happens if I find you, huh? Do I get a surprise?” I open her bedroom door and walk inside. I scan her bookshelves for anything new meeting the frames holding photographs of loved ones.
“She’s not here.”
I spin around to meet a woman sitting on (y/n)’s bed. I tilt my head looking over her. “Is she experimenting?” I lean down on the bedpost smirking. “Because I’d love to watch.”
She rolls her eyes and stands up. “No, but she’s had someone keeping her company. We were wondering when you would come. I had noticed you’ve already broken into my home. Only a matter of time before you got here.”
I narrow my eyes at her and tie everything together. I start laughing shaking my head. “Oh, that little rat is going to get it. How dare he bring her into this? Where is she, huh?” “I won’t tell you.”
“Oh yeah?” I pull out a dagger smiling. “Well, I can be very persuasive.”
I walk over to the opposite side noticing a large crate.
“She get a big dog or something?”
“No. That’s how I’m going to transport you.” She throws a punch making me hit the ground, the last thing I see are the tips of her shoes before everything goes black.
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Jerimiah’s POV:
“Darling!” I call for (Y/n) as I enter my home. “(Y/n), love!” She pops her head up from the couch smiling. “Hey J!” she stands up and jumps into me hugging me tightly. I laugh returning the favor.
“I wasn’t gone long.” She nods her head in my chest. “I know. I stilled missed you.” “I’ve got a surprise for you.” She looks up with joy.
“Really?” I nod and pull out a tub of ice cream. She gasps grabbing it. “It’s not even the weekend.” I shrug going to get a spoon. “You can cheat today. You deserve it, love.” I kiss her head and walk to the couch settling down.
“This is so good!” She hums eating the treat. “I made sure to get your favorite.” She giggles and kisses my nose. “Good-man. Do you want some?” “No darling, thank you. I just wanted to surprise you.” She smiles and cuddles up to me enjoying her treat.
After 5 minutes I look down and see her eyes start to set. “Are you tired, love?” (Y/n) looks up at me lazily and nods. “Just a little.” She stands up and stumbles across the floor. “Jerimiah?” I stand and walk behind her catching her as she falls. “I’ve got you, darling.”
“W-what’s happening?”
I lift her in my arms as she groans and lays her head back. “J. Something’s wrong.” I sigh looking down at my beautiful woman. “Nothing is wrong, (y/n), but with him so close within range I have to protect you.”
I lay her down on our bed and she rolls over, reaching for me weakly. “Jer-” “Shh. Darling you’re just going to take a nap. A long nap. Okay?” I cup her cheek smiling at her and playing with the ends of her hair. “Are you okay with that, love?” She nods weakly closing her eyes. I kiss her head whispering to her, “Sleep well, (y/n).”
Title art for a short fic to be posted soon
A battered and confused Jim Gordon is being whisked away on a ride. While struggling to cope with his wounds, he begins to remember what he had done to land him in a strange car with an unexpected driver.
