Summary: You are the new Medical Examiner at the GCPD and despite your young age you are respected and admired by everyone. Nobody would ever think that a sweet and clever girl like you could be friend with both the Riddler and the Penguin. But above all, how could you be involved with a person like Jerome Valeska?
Pairing: Jerome Valeska x Reader, Ed Nygma x Oswald Cobblepot
Warning: swearing, multiple chapters, just Jerome being… well Jerome, angst possibly
A/N: hello! This is based from a dream I once had, therefore, it is not entirely related to what really happened in Gotham and I will make some changes to the real story. Also, I haven’t started season 4 so I’m not aware of the last events. In this fic, Lee is not the ME anymore, since she is still somewhere south with Mario, hence it will be Y/N who will be there for Jerome’s revival. English is not my first language, I apologize in advance for any mistake. Hope you enjoy!
You were really young but you were already a fully graduated student with a brilliant career. You had always been clever, it was a surprise for no one when you got into university at the age of 15. That is why, despite your young age, barely twenty years old, you were already working as Medical Examiner in the GCPD. At first, no one of your colleagues took you seriously, for you were really too young and could have been the daughter of some of them. However, once you started working, you proved them wrong.
Now, you were a fully respected girl, everybody trusted your judgment and recognised your incredible intelligence. To be fair, you were still seen as “too young”. Although, this time your youth was not seen as a problem, in fact, it was like you became the little sister that needed protection. You could definitely take care of yourself, but every cop in the GCPD had developed a soft spot for you. Especially the famous and notorious James Gordon.
Almost every cop had seen you and Jim’s friendship coming. He was overprotective and treated you like a little sister, always worried that seeing so many corpses at such a young age was not the best for you. On the other hand, you admired Jim and were always happy to help him solve some cases. It was true though that Jim was sometimes annoying, often treating you like a child. But despite that, your friendship was the golden perk of the GCPD.
That day you had just finished examining another corpse when you heard a lot of noises coming from the police area. You had always been a curious person, that is why you immediately found yourself walking straight towards it. You found the mayor and his right hand, Mr Nygma, walking through the department.
Saying that you were excited would have been an understatement. In the lab, there were still all the paperworks done by Mr Nygma, and you were fascinated by them. So now, despite him being a criminal, you were dying to meet him and ask him a few questions. You started walking towards him, more like running, with your working glasses bouncing on your nose and your eyes glimmering with excitement. Next to the couple there was, needless to say, Jim who was talking with Oswald about something you ignored, while Ed was looking around until his eyes met yours.
“Excuse me?” You asked as soon as you stopped in front of the men. Right after hearing your voice, Jim stopped talking to Oswald to look at you with nothing but worry and concern in his eyes.
“Y/N! Leave. Now.” He was acting again like the protective big brother, but you were having none of it today, not when Edward Nygma stood just in front of you.
“Now Jim, is this the way to talk to a lady? Please, be more nice”, Oswald said with a smile, extending his hand and introducing himself.
“Shut up, Penguin!” Came Jim’s angry voice.
You noticed Oswald visibly tensing and straightening his lips. He clearly didn’t like being called like that. You knew that Jim and Oswald had a peculiar history together, but still you did not like the way he was treating him, especially considering Oswald had been nothing but nice with you.
“His name is Oswald, Jim.”
Your voice was cold and firm, something Jim was not used to. He was taken aback, clearly confused by your sudden weird behaviour. Oswald waved his hand, like he was dismissing Jim’s rudeness. Like he was used to be disrespected. You didn’t like it at all. You didn’t exactly know why you were reacting like this, but you above everyone else understood how awful was being called names against your will. You hated it.
“Please, Miss, I am sure Jim meant no disrespect.”
Oswald was smiling, but you could sense that it was not genuine. It felt like a façade. How many fake smiles had you made every time someone called you “little one”? Too many to ever tolerate that action again, even when it was not meant for you.
“Y/N, please leave, these are not men you should be talking to.” Jim’s voice was still harsh, you knew that it was only because he didn’t want you to be involved with criminals, but it was time for Jim to understand that you weren’t a child. After hearing those words, Oswald’s eyes darkened a bit. He liked you and was definitely annoyed by Jim’s reaction. As for Ed, he was silently watching everything and was insanely curious about you. He didn’t miss your uniform as ME and he was wondering how someone so young could held a position like that. You must have been quite clever.
“I belong to you but others use me more often than you do, what am I?”
You looked at Ed, that was the first time he spoke since he arrived at the GCPD department. You were aware of his habit of telling riddles and you found yourself amused by him.
“Your name” you replied.
Ed smiled, took a step forward and extended his hand in front of him, smiling, “Edward Nygma, pleasured to meet you.”
You smiled broadly and shook his hand, Jim rolled his eyes and Oswald chuckled lightly. Ed was a smooth charmer.
“Pleasure is all mine, Mr Nygma. I’m Y/N Y/L/N, the ME. I was wondering, may I have a word with you?”
Jim started to protest but Ed nodded his head and he quickly disappeared with you before Jim could say another word.
***
Needless to say, your little encounter with Ed had caused you a little problem with Jim. For days all he and the other cops would do was keeping an eye on you and telling you that people like Edward Nygma and Oswald Cobblepot were too dangerous to hang out with. You weren’t a fool and you knew that they were criminals, but for the past few weeks they had been perfect and decent human beings with you. Actually, Ed helped you with your studies on the rotting of corpses and Oswald visited you from time to time for a chat. Now that he was mayor, it was not a problem for him to enter the GCPD department. He clearly liked you a lot, mainly because you respected him as a human being and because you never referred to him as The Penguin. For you, he was just Oswald. He wasn’t a murderer, a criminal, the mayor, a person to make fun of. He was just a normal man. A friend, even. He grew fond of you, just like Ed, even though they had different reasons.
Ed was fascinated by your intelligence and the skills you showed in your job. He found in you someone as passionate as him for science and riddles. A mind like yours could understand his and although Ed was a murderer and a bit crazy, you never mentioned anything and you based your judgment only on what you saw and on how he and Oswald treated you. You were not one of those who judged by the book’s cover. Yes, they were criminals. Yes, you wished they never committed any bad actions, but you couldn’t change the past and that didn’t mean they could not have you as a friend. Moreover, they never underestimated you because you were too young to work as ME. Unlike anybody else, your age never mattered to them.
Obviously Jim was not happy and he didn’t share your same lines of thought, but he soon accepted the idea that you cared about Oswald and Ed, and there was nothing he could do about it. Therefore, his main concern now was to be sure that both of them kept you away from dangerous situations. If anything would have ever happened to you, the entire GCPD would have gone after Ed and Oswald. Lucky for them, both Ed and Oswlad cared too much about you to ever involve you in criminal affairs.
However, despite everyone’s efforts to keep you away from danger, soon enough you found yourself deep into a massive problem and this time neither Jim Gordon or the entire GCPD, nor Oswald or Edward could protect you.
***
It was a day like any other and you were in your lab focused on your work when you heard Jim’s voice shouting: “There must be some other options. You can’t involve Y/N in this!”
You raised your eyebrows and heard footsteps loudly approaching your door. The voice of Captain Barnes came hard and firm: “She is the ME! Whether you like it or not, it’s her job.”
Then the door swung open and Captain Barnes entered the room followed by Jim, Harvey and two other cops carrying what looked like to be a dead man.
“Good morning, gentlemen. How can I help?” You greeted them and instructed the two cops to put the dead body on the table.
“Doctor Y/L/N, someone tried to bring back to life this corpse, we would like to be sure they didn’t succeed and that he is still dead” said Captain Barnes.
You raised your eyebrows, you were aware that a group of people was working on a project at Indian Hill, which goal was to bring back to life the dead, but you never actually met one of them yourself. You were fascinated by this kind of research, you knew it was unethical but still you were a woman of science and you could not help being fascinated by all of this.
“Please, Captain if yo-“
“Of course Captain, I’ll work on it” you said interrupting Jim. You didn’t know why he was trying so hard to convince Barnes to not let you work on this case, but this was your job, you had to do that, but more importantly you wanted to do that. Jim sensed that there was nothing he could say to persuade you to give up, so he sighed and let you do your job.
You look at the poor thing laying on the table. His face was missing, it must have been cut off. You felt sorry for whoever this man was and thought that whoever stole his face must have been some kind of a twisted creep.
Before Barnes and the others left the room you managed to ask, “excuse me, Captain, who is this man?”
The most dangerous are the unexpected ones - Jerome Valeska x Reader
Requested: by @maraudersmischiefismanaged “Hey, i don’t know if you take requests but if you do I would like to request a Jerome x reader. Maybe one where someone else reacts to them being a couple or something like that, and the reader is shy but also crazy (but like not as openly as jerome)”
Thank you so much for giving me the chance of writing this! I hope you like it and that it’s close to what you wanted. If not, I’m sorry I let you down and if you want and I can try to write another one. Thank you so much again!
Warning: one swearing word, but completely PG-13 aside from that
A/N:hello! It has been so long since I posted something and now thanks to this request I am back. It was my first request and I am super nervous. I hope you guys enjoy it as much as I enjoyed writing it. As always I’m sorry for the mistakes I’ve probably done, it’s not betad and I’ve tried to do my best.
***
The first time you had seen Jerome, you were fascinated by him. The way he talked, the sinister light in his blue eyes and most of all his way of living life attracted you in a way you didn’t think possible. Jerome was ruthless, uncaring of social norms and a stranger to morality.
Many feared him, others admired him. Truth be told, you were attracted to him. He was everything you were not; everything you chose to hide.
You envied him.
Living your life trying to conceal your true self from the world was hard, but you always felt as if the world could never understand you. Until Jerome came.
Your relationship with him was something unexpected for everyone. You had always been shy, perks of avoiding social interactions so to not reveal your inner self. Therefore, when one day Jerome blatantly asked you out, you stuttered a little bit, unsure of how to react. You were one of his hostages, so you clearly didn’t see that coming. Only later you would find out that Jerome was unpredictable. You were sitting there with blood on your face looking at him in admiration. He probably liked it and decided that you were different. So he saved you and asked you out.
And now here you were, dating Jerome Valeska. A decision that made you the happiest version of yourself.
Everything was great. You didn’t have to worry about your crazy obsessions or your unusual bursts of anger. With him, you were free.
Soon, you were introduced to Gotham criminal underworld, for Jerome was now its king. And you were his queen.
People feared you now, they never tried to disrespect you and those who did paid the worst price. You were a true queen of Gotham.
You knew what people thought of you at first.
“Sweet, innocent, little Y/N. She was manipulated.”
Truth be told, you had always been like this. People learned it the hard way.
“Ow what’s that frown, babydoll?” Jerome’s sweet voice said from behind you.
You smiled at him, “nothing to be worried about.”
Jerome pouted and came closer to you, “now now, that can’t be true. If it can vanish your beautiful smile, then it’s enough for me to worry.”
You could sense the silent threat beneath those words and you smiled fondly at him. Jerome was extremely protective and you knew that he would take care of whatever might harm you.
“Oswald came to visit me today.” You told him.
Jerome raised an eyebrow and started playing with a knife, “oh yeah? What does the little bird want?”
You shrugged, “what he always wants. To take Gotham away from us.”
Jerome laughed, “I thought he was your friend.”
You giggled, “he is. Although our pats often collide. He thinks he can still talk me out of this, that you manipulated me and that I would turn my back on you once I realise it,” you sighed and shook your head noticing that Jerome had stopped playing with his knife, “Oswald can be so naive sometimes.”
Jerome stared at you with a look you were very familiar with. It meant troubles.
***
Few months before
It wasn’t long since you joined Gotham criminal underworld and Jerome’s main enemies didn’t know who you were. Jerome did a great job in keeping your identity a secret so that your civilian life wouldn’t be compromised, at least for the next month when you finished school .
You were studying in the library after an intense day when you noticed a very familiar face entering the place.
Edward Nygma, aka The Riddler. Jerome warned you that he was probably the smartest one among all his enemies.
You slightly jumped when you realised that he noticed you staring, so you decided to leave the place before he had any chance to talk to you. A move that made him even more suspicious. They were hard days in Gotham, you could trust nobody.
“Well hello there.”
You closed your eyes, cursing yourself. Hopefully he wasn’t smart enough to find out who you were.
“Hello?” you replied hesitantly.
Edward smirked, “who are you?”
“My apologies sir but I usually don’t talk to strangers.”
Ed smirked again, “fair enough. Can I ask you then why were you staring at me?”
You looked away from him, your social awkwardness kicking in, “I thought you looked familiar.”
“So you know who I am?”
You shrugged, “everybody in Gotham does.”
He tilted his head and he was about to say something when a voice interrupted him.
“Edward! How long does it take to take a damn book! I have been waiting so lon-… who are you talking to?”
Oswald Cobblepot, aka the Penguin. He was the most dangerous one.
“I believe this girl works for one of our enemies,” Ed said.
You raised an eyebrow, unsure if Ed was really that smart or he was just guessing and pretending to know to see what your reaction would be. Surely he wouldn’t have found out after a two minutes conversation.
Oswald scoffed, “she? A shy little girl? Really?”
Your cheeks became red with indignation. Alright, you didn’t exactly look intimidating but c’mon!
“Hey!” You shouted at him.
Oswald looked at you with amusement in his eyes, “oh pardon me, miss. I’m sure you are very dangerous.” And with that said he took Edward’s arm and left you there boiling from rage. You would make him pay.
***
The next time you saw Oswald it was at a party Jerome organised for Gotham criminal masterminds. It was finally time to reveal to everybody who his partner in life and crime was: you.
When you entered the room, the first face you saw was Oswald’s. He was beyond shocked.
“The shy little girl?” He squeaked.
“I told you,” Edward said to him, smiling at you and taking his hat off.
“Hello Oswald, lovely evening isn’t it?”
As a response Oswald kept staring at you. Jerome maniacal laughter filled the entire room.
“So this little girl is really your girlfriend?” Barbara said to Jerome, “I must say, I would have never guessed. She looks so… pure.”
You blushed. You didn’t know if you were flattered or offended. Nobody was taking you seriously so you had to show them how wrong they were and you were going to do it the hard way.
Jerome came close to you and kissed you on the cheek, grinning as if he just won the best prize in the world, “isn’t she just lovely?”.
“I can’t believe this! They look so different. Jerome is totally crazy and she is so… not crazy.”
“You better believe it, Oswald. Sometimes the most dangerous are the unexpected ones,” said Edward.
“All hail for Y/N, queen of Gotham!” Jerome shouted laughing and the ones who cared about keeping their head on the shoulders followed him in his toast for you. Jerome then kissed you, just to make a point.
You smiled. Now it was your turn to show the world how dangerous you could be.
Summary: You are the new Medical Examiner at the GCPD and despite your young age you are respected and admired by everyone. Nobody would ever think that a sweet and clever girl like you could be friend with both the Riddler and the Penguin. But above all, how could you be involved with a person like Jerome Valeska?
Warning: just Jerome being Jerome, angst maybe? Definitely not happiness
A/N: hello everyone! I want to thank you again for the love you are showing for this story, I’m so grateful. Ginger is closely heading towards the end. I hope you enjoy this chapter even though it is definitely dramatic. Speaking of which, I’m still deciding on the ending, at first I was settling for a sad one, but now I don’t know. I guess we’ll see!
“Y/N! Are you listening to me?” Oswald asked you annoyed.
Actually, you weren’t. To be honest, your mind was completely elsewhere. That morning Oswald and Ed came to the GCPD to see you, and the former seemed a bit on edge. There had been whispers and suspicious looks when the two arrived, obviously nobody there trusted your friends, some of them couldn’t even believe that a nice girl like you could have something to do with criminals. Oh, if only they knew.
Apparently, Oswald was rather worried, and even a bit curious, about what happened yesterday. He wasn’t the biggest supporter of the idea of you messing with Jerome, so he wanted to check that everything was alright. Moreover, he brought Ed along to give you the good news. As soon as you saw the biggest smile on both Oswald’s and Ed’s face, you knew that their chat must have gone incredibly well. But it was only when Oswald proudly announced you that now he and Ed were a couple that you hugged them both, laughing and screaming from pure happiness.
Oswald then asked you about Arkham and at the mention of it you blushed and your mind started zoning out. You weren’t trying to avoid Oswald’s questions or something, but you couldn’t stop your mind from going over the memory of yesterday.
You could still feel Jerome’s strong arms around your waist, his scarred skin under your hands, his lips over yours and his tongue inside your mouth. At some point, Jerome had pushed you against a wall and deepened the kiss, causing you to moan. Those sounds coming from you made him go crazy; his hands started touching every part of your body and his lips moved to your neck. You weren’t able to stop moaning his name and feeling like you were just outside the gates of Heaven. But with Jerome, it was more like Hell. He was wild, and even though his inexperience, you were falling apart under his touch.
“Y/N!”
You snapped back to reality. Realising that you must have zoned out for awhile made you blush, and the red on your cheeks only deepened after realising that Oswald must have guessed something. Now, that was embarrassing.
You coughed, “yes, Oswald?”
“Oh no no no,” he started saying while shaking his head and pacing around the room, “I knew it was coming.”
Ed smirked, he knew as well but unlike Oswald he was more chilled and relaxed. You cursed mentally, of course Oswald had to guess!
“You kissed him, didn’t you?” He asked abruptly.
You didn’t reply but the blush on your face must have been a rather sufficient answer, for Oswald threw his arms in the air and screeched.
“Of course you did!”
Ed chuckled a bit, “Oswald, I think you’re overreacting.”
Oswald stopped walking around the room and stared at Ed with venom in his eyes.
“I’m not! He’s a criminal, Ed! She’s too pure, too innocent!”
Despite the absurd situation, you smiled. Oswald was one of the best friends you have ever had and having him worrying so much about you was endearing.
Ed raised an eyebrow, “so are we.”
Oswald closed his eyes and sighed deeply, “that’s different.”
“No, it’s not” Ed stated as a matter of fact.
“Guys!” You said before they could go on with their discussion, “I’m still here.”
Even though you appreciated Oswald’s concern, you didn’t like being treated like a child. You were capable of making your own decisions, even when they involved kissing a mass murderer and psychopath.
“Oswald, I appreciate you worrying for me but there’s no need to.”
“I just want you to be safe. Besides, Jim would probably kill me if he’d knew you kissed that psychopath because I helped you enter Arkham” said Oswald, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“You kissed Jerome?!”
You closed your eyes thinking that maybe if you focused hard enough you could teleport somewhere really far far away from the GCPD. Of course Jim had to be there and listen to what Oswald said. After all, you truly were unlucky.
“Hello, Jim. I remember telling you to leave me alone.” You smiled at him, clearly faking it.
Oswald cursed between gritted teeth. Jim was on him in less than a second, holding his jacket and slamming him against a wall. My, if he was furious.
“You let her go into Arkham! You bastard!” He shouted.
You yelped, scared that Jim could hurt Oswald. However, he never managed to even try it because Ed was fast enough to point a gun to his head, his eyes were as cold as ice and his voice was as sharp as a knife. You knew that if Jim wouldn’t let Oswald go, Ed would not hesitate and shot him dead.
“I suggest you to let go of Oswald. Now.”
Jim complied, probably sensing that Ed wasn’t joking.
“Always a pleasure to meet you, Jim” Oswald said.
Jim turned around to look at you. His eyes were so desperate, it almost broke your heart. He was silently begging you to tell him that it wasn’t true, that Oswald just made everything up and it was all a joke.
The truth was, it wasn’t a joke. You wanted it to be real, even knowing who Jerome truly was. You had fallen for him and for nothing in the world you would ever want to change things. When yesterday he let go of you, when his lips left you, you felt an aching emptiness inside your chest. It was when you opened your eyes to look at him that you felt alive like you never had bey before. Then he smiled, widely and beautifully, and in that moment you promised that your heart would always belong to him, and to nobody else. Jim must have understood how you felt, because he rubbed his hand on his face and kicked a chair. Ed whistled, definitely amused by his behaviour.
“Y/N, he’s a criminal, how can you even stand his sight?” Jim asked you, pain and tiredness in his voice.
You looked straight into his eyes, “I’m sorry Jim, but I won’t apologize for my feelings.”
“He killed people, he probably would do it again if only he was free.”
You gulped. You knew Jim was right, but still you didn’t care. After all, Oswald and Ed were criminals as well, you knew they were still killing whoever was against them. And yet, they meant the world to you. The truth was, that not every criminal was undeserving of love. They weren’t monsters, not really. You had seen sides of Oswald and Ed that made you realise so. Therefore, you were sure Jerome wasn’t one as well.
“Aren’t Ed and Oswald enough? What’s next? You becoming one of them too?”
Ed growled, “you have killed as well, if my memory is correct. When will you understand that there is no black or white? Y/N has clearly seen something worth to be loved in Jerome, how about you trust her?”
You looked at Ed with gratitude in your eyes. You were so glad you had someone who could understand you and support you.
“No, that’s different! I can accept you or Oswald, but Jerome!” he shouted again, “he is a monster! He’s just using her!”
It was like you had been slapped. Jim’s words were strong and harsh and, somehow, they hit you in the face and were now stuck in your mind. You started breathing faster, your head was spinning and you could swear you were about to cry. Why couldn’t Jim trust you? But those words… they made you realise that it could be possible, that Jim might be right. After all, why would Jerome fell for someone like you? Were you so special?
“Just wait for when he will use her to break out of Arkham.” Those were the final words before Jim left the room, leaving you alone with Ed and Oswald.
“Y/N?” Ed tried to reach for you but you held up a hand to stop him.
“Please, Ed, I want to be alone.”
He nodded and reluctantly did as you asked. Oswald, however, lingered a little more in the room.
“Just be careful, okay?” He told you at last, and then he left too.
The fact that not even Oswald believed that Jerome had a true interest in you, crushed you even more. Of course they didn’t believe it, after all he was a manipulative criminal and you were a young and naive girl.
***
You were walking around the city, not sure of where you were going. It was dark, the sun had disappeared few hours ago, but you weren’t ready to go back home yet. You were thinking about your life choices, about Jerome and about Jim’s words. What if he was right? What if Jerome was only using you to break out of Arkham? Jim was probably right. Jerome was a criminal, one good at manipulation, so why were you any different from all his other victims? Obviously, your heart didn’t want to believe it. You had fallen for the ginger, nothing now could have changed it. But the most rational part of you was telling you to stop being so stupid, to accept the reality for what it was.
You had come to a conclusion, no matter how much your heart was shattering inside your chest. You would go and say goodbye to Jerome, then leave Gotham and move to a city where to start a new and calmer life. That also meant saying goodbye to Oswald and Ed as well. You wouldn’t be able to move on knowing that you could allow other two criminals to be in your life, but not Jerome. After all, a criminal was a criminal. You were sure that having them around would always keep the flame of hope inside your heart. If you were still friend with them, then why not being involved with Jerome too? Leaving Gotham also meant saying goodbye to Jim, Harvey and the entire GCPD. This decision hurt you, but it was a necessary evil. You never thought that your first love would be like this.
You finally arrived in front of Arkham Asylum. You just hoped you were ready. The guards let you in and you walked down the hallway like a ghost, you were there but not really. You realised it was quite late but you managed to convince the director that speaking with Jerome was a matter of ultimate importance. Soon after, you found yourself in the Medical Lab, waiting for Jerome to come.
“Now, that’s what I call a lovely surprise.”
Your heart shattered for the millionth time, nonetheless, you managed to turn around to look at him. That was probably going to be the last time you would ever see him. You took your time to look at his beautiful ginger hair, his sparkling eyes, his devilishly grin and his scarred face. You missed him already. Jerome stopped grinning, nothing in him was amused anymore. He must have noticed that something was wrong.
“Little one? What’s going on?” His voice was worried and that made you spill few tears. He was in front of you in no time, his hands touching your cheeks and his eyes scanning you, as if he was checking for any injuries.
“Little one?”
“I’m s-sorry.” You said, now fully crying. If he really was just using you, then why did he looked so worried? Was this a play too?
“Are you hurt? I swear I’ll kill whoever dared to hurt you!” His eyes were cold, like you never seen them before. That, you reminded yourself, was the look of a murderer.
“I’m leaving Gotham. I came to say goodbye.” Your voice was cracking, piece by piece.
Jerome stared at you, “leaving? When are you coming back?”
“Never.”
He took a step away from you. He pressed a finger to his mouth and chuckled darkly.
“No no, you can’t leave.”
You were suddenly scared of him. You had never been this scared, not even when he was pointing a gun directly to your head.
“But I am.”
“Why?” He asked smiling. You notice that the smile never reached his eyes.
You didn’t reply and this made him angrier, so he slammed his fist into the wall. You jumped, surprised by his reaction.
“I’m sorry” you said through your tears.
He laughed, unamused, “you’re not. You don’t care about me. So what is it that you wanted, hm?” He asked getting closer and circling you again, much like the first time you met.
“You should know better than upset a psychopath, Little one.”
Then you did something he wasn’t quite expecting. You hugged him, so tight you were almost crushing him. He stiffened, obviously taken aback. You didn’t want him to think that you didn’t care about him, whether he was using you or not. You loved him, you realised, and leaving with him remembering you as a liar wasn’t what you wanted.
“I thought you were finally the one. You are not afraid of me, you are the first one who has ever showed me love. I thought once I break out of Arkham we could be together. Why are you leaving?” Jerome sounded so hurt, you couldn’t take it anymore. You had to leave now, otherwise you would never be able to. Then his words hit you like a truck.
‘Once I break out of Arkham’
You untangled yourself from him. Jim was right, then. How stupid you had been for not realising that he was using you sooner. The thing that got you more upset was that you were truly believing him. Again!
“You’re not leaving Arkham, Jerome” you said.
Jerome tilted his head to the side and laughed. If your heart wasn’t already broken, this would have destroyed it completely.
“Is this what all of this is about? Let me guess,” he said while rolling his eyes, “someone told you that I’m just using you, correct?”
You clenched your fists and looked away from him.
He laughed and cheered, “aha! Ten points to Jerome!”
He popped up on the table and rested his head on his fist, looking at you very carefully, “isn’t leaving Gotham a bit too drastic, though?”
You scoffed, feeling rather annoyed by his reaction.
“Goodbye, Jerome” you said while heading towards the door, finally ready to leave. You were heart broken, but at least now you knew he played with you the whole time. Before you could open the door, you felt his hand taking yours, stopping you from leaving.
“Now now, Little one, don’t act so cold, after all I’m not the one accusing you of playing with me, am I?”
His words were like daggers soaked in poison. You turned around to look at him, tears in your eyes.
“Then tell me you’re not.”
Jerome’s grip became tighter, almost to the point of hurting you. His eyes were staring directly into yours.
“I’m not.”
Your heart skipped a bit. You wanted to believe him so bad. You loved him and you could tell he cared about you too. No matter how good of an actor Jerome could be, nobody could fake such love in the eyes. But then Jim’s voice hit you again, your rational part took control of you and, although you believed him, you chose to ignore it. You had to keep reminding yourself that he was a criminal and that you had to leave Gotham.
“Goodbye, Jerome.”
And with that said, you left. While walking down the hallway, the only thing you could feel was an aching emptiness inside of you just where your heart should have been. Instead, your heart stayed in that room with Jerome, broken into a thousand pieces.
Summary: You are the new Medical Examiner at the GCPD and despite your young age you are respected and admired by everyone. Nobody would ever think that a sweet and clever girl like you could be friend with both the Riddler and the Penguin. But above all, how could you be involved with a person like Jerome Valeska?
Warning:just Jerome being Jerome, violence, swearing, angst maybe?
A/N:helloguys! Here is the third part! I want to thank you all again for the love and interest you are showing for this story. This part was a bit difficult to write, I hope I hadn’t messed things up. I hope you enjoy it!
You huffed in annoyance. That was the millionth time Jim asked you that question. It had been around fifteen minutes since he found you tied up to a chair. As soon as he saw you, he started panicking and asking you what the hell happened and, above all, where was Jerome. It didn’t take long until Captain Barnes and Harvey joined him, ready to start an interrogation and figure out where Jerome had gone. You told him what he needed to know, you certainly hadn’t mentioned your little chat with Jerome, and you undoubtedly haven’t mentioned the amount of times Jerome had threatened your life. You didn’t like lying to Jim, but at the moment he didn’t need to worry about futile stuff. The truth though, which you tried to avoid as best as you could, was that a part of you didn’t want to mention to anybody your conversation with Jerome. It felt like it was something just between you two. You wondered if you weren’t going mad.
“I told you, Jim. He surprised me from behind, stole my gun and left me here. Now, believe me when I tell you that I was as shocked as you are right now.”
“I thought he was dead” said Captain Barnes through gritted teeth.
“Yeah me too. But hey” you said, a little bit too arrogantly, while briefly raising your arms in the air, “here we are”.
Harvey chuckled, he had always appreciated your sassy behaviour. Unlike Jim, who shot a scolding glare in your direction. Captain Barnes decided to let your little comment pass, he had more important issues to worry about. “Any clues of where he might have gone?”
“He asked me who has his face” you replied.
Jim looked at Harvey, “Dwight. C’mon let’s go.” But before he and Harvey could go, Alvarez entered the room with a worried look on his face.
“Captain! You must see this. It’s Jerome.” And with that said, everybody rushed outside the room directed where all the other cops were watching a television. You stopped immediately as soon as you saw the ginger. Apparently he succeeded in finding his face. You couldn’t help but be horrified when you noticed the way Jerome had reattached his skin together. You couldn’t even imagine the pain he had to go through while using a stapler on those open wounds. So here you were, worrying if Jerome had felt pain instead of him being free again and about to murder someone. What was wrong with you?
“… so feel free to kill whoever you want. Tonight you are free!” said Jerome laughing. Then the video stopped and all the lights went off. You heard people screaming outside the GCPD and you rushed outside only to find complete and absolute darkness. Jerome had caused a blackout in the whole Gotham. You were amazed by him. You didn’t know why you weren’t disgusted or horrified by his actions. He was a psychopath, but he was also very clever and somehow you didn’t hate him like any sane person should have done.
“Y/N! I have to go, Alfred just called. Jerome took Bruce. You stay here!” Jim told you before running away with Harvey.
Like hell you were staying there!
***
You were walking around the circus, looking everywhere for Jim or, even better, a ginger head. You managed to convince Alvarez to tell you where Jim was and as soon as you got what you wanted you ran away. To be honest, you didn’t know why you wanted to find Jerome before Jim. A part of you was scared that Jim would have killed him and, strangely enough, you didn’t want that. You told yourself that the only reason behind this sudden and weird behaviour of yours was because you wanted to study him, that your interest towards him was merely scientific. You were carefully avoiding getting involved with the people there. Everybody seemed transformed and gone crazy. There were people killing each other, torturing and beating other people. They weren’t human beings anymore, they were as wild as animals, if not worse. You were only there for Jerome. This thought was somehow amusing, for you were trying so hard to avoid every contact with these people in the circus but you were going straight to the most dangerous of them all. But you knew, somehow you did, that Jerome wouldn’t hurt you, unlike this bunch of barbarians who didn’t care less about you. Not that Jerome did, but you didn’t want to pay attention to this specific thought.
You heard someone screaming and cheering; you had suddenly a bad feeling about this. You started running towards the loud noise and what you saw made your stomach clench and your heart sink. Jim was beating Jerome to death. You froze, unable to move a single muscle. In the middle of a cheering crowd, probably happy to see some violence, you were the only one as still as a stone. You watched helplessly as Jim vigorously punched Jerome in the face. But it was when a really strong punch hit Jerome, ripping the skin of his face apart, that you screamed, pure horror written all over you.
“Jim! Stop! Stop!”
Jim turned around to look at you, he was still shocked and disgusted by Jerome’s face, but when his eyes landed on you, his shock turned into worry and anger.
“What the hell are you doing here?!”
He was mad at you. You could understand that, after all you could have ended up dead. The streets weren’t safe, people were killing and hurting others just for the sake of it. You could have been kidnapped, hurt or worse. You knew that what you did was stupid but you didn’t have time to worry about it now. You would deal with Jim later. Now, the only thing you could think about was helping Jerome. You rushed to his side, picking up his face from the floor and putting his head on your lap. He was unconscious.
“Y/N get away from him!” came Jim’s angry voice.
You were shaking, your hands trembling, not knowing how to fix Jerome. Since you weren’t replying to him, Jim grabbed you from the shoulder and tried to push you away from Jerome’s body. You started screaming and rebelling against him.
“Let me go! Jim let me go!”
Surprisingly enough, he listened to you. You weren’t expecting him to give up so soon.
“You are crying” Jim said taken aback. You didn’t notice it until Jim mentioned it. You touched your cheek with one hand and realized that indeed you were crying.
“What’s going on, Y/N?” Jim’s voice was harsh.
You looked at him, not recognising the man in front of you. Was he really the man you knew? Your friend?
“What you did..” you took a deep breath, staring at him dead in the eyes, “was cruel.”
Jim scoffed, “cruel? Have you any idea of who this man is? Or are you just blind?”
“I know he is a murderer and that he is capable of hurting. I didn’t know that you were as well.” Your voice was distant, cold. Jim took a step back after hearing it. Those words had hurt him more than Jerome’s punches.
“What are you talking about?” He was staring at you, disbelief written all over him.
“You had the high ground” you said, gulping, “and yet, you decided to hurt him more, even though he was already unconscious.”
“He’a a fucking criminal, Y/N!” Jim shouted.
You stood up and pointed a finger right at him, “for what I’ve seen, you are not that much better than him.”
“You gotta be kidding me.” Jim couldn’t believe what you were saying. Honestly? You didn’t know either why you were reacting like this. You didn’t like violence, especially against people who couldn’t even defend themselves. You knew there was something else behind it, but you were too exhausted and shocked to think about it. You decided to ignore Jim, you didn’t have anything more to say to him, and kneeled next to Jerome. Looking at his face full of injuries and blood made you cry again. You lightly touched the cut on his lips, noticing that Jim’s punches had made it worse. This time, fixing him would be more complicated. Nevertheless, you were going to fix him.
***
It had been a week since you arrived in Arkham Asylum and fixed Jerome. Unfortunately, you didn’t work there, therefore, after stitching back his face, you were sent away. You didn’t know if he had woken up or if he stayed in a coma. You hadn’t talked with Jim ever since, nor with anybody else in the GCPD. Apparently, Jim asked Captain Barnes to instruct Arkham to keep you away from Jerome; Barnes agreed. You kept going to work, after all that was your job, but you only spoke with someone when it was necessary and strictly related to work. Jim had tried to talk to you, but you were having none of it. Especially now that he was responsible for the fact that you couldn’t enter Arkham.
You were sat on Oswald’s couch, drinking tea and mentally cursing Jim Gordon. You weren’t a person who used to give up easily, so you came up with a plan. Lucky you, the mayor of Gotham was your friend.
“Y/N dear, you know I don’t like Jim Gordon that much” was Oswald’s reply, “but this time I’m afraid I have to agree with him.”
Your heart sank. All the hopes you dared to have were starting to fade. You never thought that Oswald wouldn’t have helped you.
“I see” was your simple reply. You put the half full cup on the table and got up. You weren’t really giving up, of course, but you knew that insisting with Oswald wouldn’t bring you anywhere. Instead, and this you learned it from Ed who knew Oswald better than anyone, the best way to gain something from him was faking hurt and disappointment. Well, you weren’t faking it. You truly were disappointed.
“Thank you anyway, Oswald” you said with a tight smile.
Oswald, as predicted, tried to stop you from going. “Y/N, please I-“
You raised your hand to interrupt him, “I understand, Oswald. I’ll find another way.”
Oswald looked at you carefully, his eyes scanning you as if he was thinking about something. He seemed to arrive at some kind of conclusion because his eyes got suspicious.
“This is important to you, isn’t it?”
You couldn’t help but blush. The way Oswald said “this” sounded more like he was implying something else. As if he was implying “he”. Surely, that must have been your imagination. Your blushing didn’t go unnoticed. Oswald closed his eyes and sighed.
“Fine, I’ll help you” he said at last. He moved towards his desk to write something down on a piece of paper, which he handed to you as soon as he finished. “Here you go.”
You smiled broadly and hugged him tightly.
“Thank you, Oswald, this means a lot to me.”
Oswald hesitantly hugged you back, he was still new to this hugging stuff.
“Now I know he does” he said softly, barely a whisper.
You stiffened a bit. You decided to stay silent, surely you must have misheard Oswald’s words. It was better this way, you weren’t ready to face the truth. For now, you would just focus on your achievement. Still, Oswald’s words stayed in your mind; they were weighing on your soul, difficult to ignore, burning in your mind and making your heart beat in a dangerous way. You needed distraction.
“Where is Ed?” you asked untangling yourself from Oswald.
Oswald’s eyes hardened a bit, still you could see the pain inside them.
“He’s with… a friend, I suppose.”
You sighed. You had known for quite awhile that Oswald was in love with Edward and you were sure that the latter felt the same. You had hoped for the two to finally realize their feelings and bring their relationship to the next level. Apparently, this wasn’t happening any time soon, if the look on Oswald’s face was anything to go by.
“You should tell him” you told your friend.
“I don’t know what you are talking about.”
You took Oswald’s hand in yours and smiled at him softly, “don’t be afraid, Oswald.”
He gulped and looked down at his feet, “I’m sure Ed doesn’t feel the same.”
“Feeling the same about what?”
Both you and Oswald froze. Ed chose the worst time to come back home. But maybe this was finally it! The occasion Oswald was waiting for to tell Ed about his love for him.
You smiled and greeted Ed, “Hello Ed, Oswald has something important to tell you.”
“Y/N!” Oswald screeched.
Ed looked worried and in a moment he was in front of Oswald, definitely too close to be considered a friendly move. Friends don’t stand this close to each other and they don’t look at one another with such love in the eyes.
“What is it, Oswald?”
You decided to leave them, after all, you also had someone to see.
***
It took a bit of a fight with the director and the guard but after showing them the mayor’s permission they let you go. Now you were officially Jerome’s doctor. You hoped that in this past week nothing happened to him. You didn’t have much faith in the doctors here at Arkham, not because they weren’t qualified enough, mostly because they didn’t care about their patients. For them, they were just criminals who didn’t deserve care. You weren’t like them. When you became a doctor, you made an oath to cure and help everyone, whether they were good or bad people. While you walked through the corridors you could hear inmates screaming and crying, laughing and shouting. You closed your eyes, trying to calm your breath. You felt sorry for this people. You knew they were criminals but they were also sick and in need of help.
You finally arrived in the common area where all the inmates spent their free time and you immediately looked for a ginger head. You found him easily and as soon as your eyes landed on him, your heart started pounding against your chest. He was sitting with his back towards you, so he didn’t notice you entering with two guards.
“Jerome Valeska. It’s time for your appointment with the doctor” one of them said.
Jerome didn’t even turn around, he just replied with an arrogant scoff, “I won’t see any doctor.”
“Oh yeah? And here I thought you liked me.”
It took barely three seconds after you spoke for Jerome to rapidly turn around. When his eyes met yours, he grinned widely.
“My my, if it isn’t my favorite doctor.”
“Hello Jerome, fancy coming with me?” you said trying to hide your smile.
Jerome grinned again and got up, walking towards you without taking his eyes off you. You noticed that the stitches had been removed and you silently cursed whoever was the idiot who did it. At least, you thought when Jerome was close enough to you, his wound was healing well.
“Missed me, doc?”
You folded your arms against your chest, “don’t get too cocky, Jerome, I’m only here to see your injuries.”
Jerome didn’t believe you and he chuckled. “Of course you are.”
After that you headed towards the hospital room. You were aware of Jerome walking right behind you with the two guards walking at his side. Most importantly, you were too aware of his stare, which sometimes lingered too much where it shouldn’t have. As soon as you arrived, you told the guards to leave you alone and asked Jerome to sit on the medical bed.
“So eager to have me on a bed, I see.”
You blushed and turned your back to him. This only made him laugh, pleased to have embarrassed you. You decided to let the comment go, you weren’t there to flirt with him, just to make sure he was okay.
“Now, stay still and don’t speak, I have to check your face” you said, trying to be as serious as you could.
Jerome smiled devilishly, “please, feel free to check wherever and whatever you want.”
You lightly smacked his shoulder and tried to hide a small smile, and he laughed again. Then you started touching his face very carefully, not wanting to hurt him. As soon as your fingers touched his skin, his laughter stopped and he stared at you dead silent. His eyes were glaring directly at you, not leaving your face even for a second.
His injuries were already turning into scars, that was good, you thought. You were trying to be as delicate as you could, especially when you applied some lotion on the wounds that hadn’t healed as fast as the others.
“Geez, little one, you’re not going to break me or something” he huffed.
You looked at him, more serious than you had ever been, “I don’t want to hurt you, Jerome. It must be already painful enough without me making it worse.”
For once, he didn’t laugh nor grinned. Instead, he kept looking at you and the intensity of his stare made you tremble. You were unable to look away. You could feel your heart beating so fast you were worried Jerome could hear it too.
“Good then that it doesn’t hurt, otherwise you should have kissed it better, like a good doctor.”
His voice wasn’t amused, he wasn’t mocking you or playing around. He was serious, and you still couldn’t breathe. You should have moved away, put some distance between you two, tell him that his injuries were healing well and go away, never come back. Instead, your hands stayed on his cheeks.
“Yeah, I should have” you breathed out. You felt like you were as light as a feather, like you weren’t even there. Jerome’s eyes were swallowing you whole. Suddenly, he stood up and you were forced to look up at him due to the hight difference between you two. You moved a bit closer, your head screaming at you to run away, and you could feel your hands sliding down to his neck and shoulders. Jerome’s arms met your waist and in that moment you could swear you didn’t remember how to breathe. You didn’t have much time to think before Jerome’s lips met yours, without meeting any fight from your side.
Summary:You are the new Medical Examiner at the GCPD and despite your young age you are respected and admired by everyone. Nobody would ever think that a sweet and clever girl like you could be friend with both the Riddler and the Penguin. But above all, how could you be involved with a person like Jerome Valeska?
Warning: just Jerome being Jerome
A/N: so here is the second part! I must say, I had a lot of fun writing Jerome, he’s such an amazing character. I also want to thank you all for your interest in this story! It truly means the world to me. Hope you enjoy the second part!
You had never seen something like that. Sure, since you started working as ME you had seen quite the amount of horror. You were barely twenty but you had already seen your fair share of mutilated corpses and a considerable amount of blood. Despite that, you had never seen something like that.
The poor thing, who went by the name of Jerome Valeska, suffered a really bad mutilation. Judging by the nature of it, the person responsible for that didn’t know what they were doing, or maybe they were in a rush; that would have explained those long and irregular cuts. You felt sorry for him, strangely as it may have sound, and you were glad he was dead, more because you would never wish for anyone to wake up and find out that their face was gone than because he was a notorious criminal and deserved to be dead. At least, you thought while bandaging his head, Jerome Valeska would never have to deal with his face, or lack of it. In fact, you made every single test and examination you could think of, nevertheless the diagnosis was the same: dead. Whoever tried to bring Jerome Valeska back to life had failed.
Your thoughts once again went to the person responsible for Jerome’s injuries. While working as ME, you acquired a certain respect for the dead, whatever their actions were during their lives. You were genuinely disgusted by those who would have the guts and the audacity to mutilate or hurt a corpse.
You were cleaning your hands and humming a song distractedly so you didn’t notice any movement behind you. After all, it was a morgue, the only thing alive there was you. Or at least that’s what you thought.
“Such a lovely song.”
You jumped, instantly shocked , and froze into place. You took a calming breath deciding that it was probably nothing to worry about and to turn around and face the direction where the voice came from. You were sure it was a voice, you weren’t mad, but the only person in the room aside from you was Jerome. And he was dead, right? He had to be dead. But when you turned around you met the previous dead Jerome, perfectly alive and sitting on your table with his legs swinging like he was a child.
“Well, aren’t you a pretty little thing” he said chuckling, clearly amused.
You raised an eyebrow, looking at him with disbelief written all over your face. Your heart was beating faster than ever, inside you were a tornado of emotions: fear, shock, annoyance and curiosity above all the others. You took a step closer, eyeing him carefully. Just few minutes ago you were 100% sure he was dead, you could have bet your head that there was no life in Jerome’s body. And yet, here he was looking at you, talking and breathing. Science had never gone that far… until now.
“Fascinating” you muttered to yourself while taking another step forward. Jerome tilted his head to the right, maybe he was expecting another kind of reaction from you. Little did he knew that you were a woman of science, therefore, when facing a situation like this, your first instinct would always be curiosity rather than fear.
Jerome looked at you up and down, his eyes scanning every part of you. If you weren’t too focus on finding an explanation, you could have sworn his eyes lingered a bit too much on your breast.
“Hello, Little one, I’m Jerome” he said standing up quickly. He was suddenly too close, you noticed. Some part of your brain screamed at you to step back, call Jim, stay away from him. But the other part of you, the pure scientific part of you, was begging you to not report anything, at least for now, and keep studying him. You had to understand how it was possible for Jerome to be alive, again.
“I know who you are” you replied.
He grinned widely and opened his arms in a theatrical way, “of course you do! I am quite famous after all.” He was definitely proud of himself and his actions, you could tell as much. You had indeed heard of him and the Maniax!, but if there was something you didn’t like that would have been some egocentric murderer.
“No,” you replied flatly, “I’m your doctor. Never heard of you before now.”
Jerome laughed hysterically and started circling you like a shark with his prey. “So tell me, Doc, how is it possible that I’m alive?”
He didn’t wait for your response. Instead, he walked in front of a mirror and stopped there to look at himself.
“Uh that’s strage. I don’t remember dying with my face mutilated” he stated nonchalantly, like it wasn’t a big deal.
“Because you didn’t” was your reply. Jerome looked at you through the mirror and somehow you started feeling intimidated by his stare. “Someone cut your face off.”
Then Jerome did something you weren’t quite expecting, to be honest. He threw his head back and started laughing, as if you told him the best joke in the world. He surely was crazy, you thought.
“Is that right?” he questioned you while getting closer to where you stood. You nodded and before you could realize it, Jerome grabbed the gun left on your desk, the one Jim gave to you for protection, and had one of his hand around your neck while with the other he pointed the gun right at the side of your head. You mentally cursed yourself for not remembering that you had a gun in the room. It wasn’t exactly your fault, considering that usually corpses didn’t resurrect and assault you in the middle of the day. It’s not that you ever needed your gun in the morgue. You guessed there was a time for everything.
“Tell me, Little one, where is my face?”
You couldn’t breathe so you couldn’t have answered even if you wanted to. Jerome must have realized that as well because he loosened his grip and let you breathe. You started coughing vigorously, wishing he could let go of you. Instead, Jerome kept the gun pointed right at you.
“Some guy named Dwight,” you rasped out, “he’s the one who tried to bring you back.”
Jerome seemed disappointed, “Oh? So you’re not the one responsible for my revival?”
He let go of you, so you took a step back and tried to inhale as much air as you could. “No. Some kind of cult is to be blamed.”
“A cult?” He started laughing again. For a maniacal murderer he surely knew how to have fun, apparently. He started circling you again. This time you visibly tensed. By the grin he had, you could tell he was pleased by your reaction.
“Now, where are we? And why are you here instead of my… cult?” Needless to say, he bursted again in a crazy laugh.
You took a calming breath trying to keep an eye on him, suddenly aware that he was a criminal and could have you killed in no time. How foolish you had been! Believing that it was possible for you to study him without getting hurt and put yourself in danger. You guessed that was what Jim meant every time he said you were too young to be involved in his cases. Your recklessness would have you killed one of this days. Although this was true, the thought only made you more determined to handle Jerome by yourself, just for the sake of proving Jim that you were not too young and naive.
“We’re in the GCPD and I am the Medical Examiner” you replied.
Jerome hummed and tapped the gun against his chin, “aren’t you too young to be a doctor anyway?”
Your cheeks were red with rage and indignation. You were tired of being underestimated in this way. You took a step closer uncaring of the gun, your bodies nearly touching. He was taller than you and definitely stronger, but the part of your brain that should have told you to stay away from him was suddenly switched off. You looked at him right into his eyes, not caring that your behaviour might have upset him and put you into danger again.
“I’ll have you know, Mr Valeska, the only reason you are talking right now is because this young doctor here was able to repair the awful damages some idiot did to you!”
Jerome’s laughter was the only thing that filled the room after your little speech. However, it wasn’t a mocking laughter, in fact, he sounded impressed.
“Oh oh! We have a little fire in here, don’t we?”
You weren’t exactly thinking in that moment, so you didn’t know how on Earth shoving him off was a good idea. You didn’t have time to realize your action that Jerome had pushed you hard against the wall and pointed the gun at you again. Your head was hurting like hell and you felt like you were crushing under the man’s weight.
“Has nobody ever told you not to play with a psychopath?”
His face was few inches away from yours, you could feel his breath on your cheeks, the intense smell of blood that stained his bandages and the cold metal of the gun touching your forehead.
“Has nobody ever told you not to threaten a doctor in his lab?”
You barely finished your sentence when you took the bisturi right on the table next to you and pointed it at Jerome’s throat.
“Perhaps you want to experience again what happened with Galavan. This time though I’ll make sure you stay dead.”
Jerome let go of you and clapped his hands together, his behaviour totally different from the one he had just moments before.
“Oh right! Where is he? I want to kill him, you know, for betraying me and everything else.” He sounded like he was talking about the weather, not like he was planning another murder.
You put the bisturi in your pocket, just in case you needed it again, although, you didn’t know how efficient it would have been against a gun. However, something in Jerome’s behaviour told you that he wasn’t planning on killing you, otherwise he would have just done it ages ago. After this thought, you tried to calm yourself.
“He’s dead.”
Jerome pouted, “who killed him?”
You raised an eyebrow, “which time?”
Jerome laughed again, “my my, I’ve missed so much! Let me tell you something, Little one, death is boooring.”
You were instantly captured by his words. In fact, you probably looked funny, if Jerome’s amused grin was something to go by. You suddenly remembered that the man in front of you had just came back from the dead, an experience few people could tell.
“How is it? Being dead I mean” you asked softly. You were afraid of upsetting him and, therefore, losing your only chance to know if there was something after life.
Jerome popped up on the table again, “dark and boring” he said. Then, as if something more interesting came into his mind, he clasped his hands and got down again, walking right in front of you.
“I have a question for you, Little one,” he announced happily. “No, scratch that. I have two questions for you.”
You were again very aware of your proximity but faked calm and nonchalance.
“Sure, shoot,” you said without realising it. Jerome looked at the gun in his hand, then looked at you, and laughed like never before. You truly knew how to amuse him. You couldn’t help but smile at your poor choice of words.
“Very well,” he told you spinning you around. You were taken aback by his behaviour, what the hell was going on in that mad head of his?
“What is your name?”
You blinked a few times and he huffed annoyed, “was it such a difficult question, doc?”
“Y/N. My name is Y/N” you whispered, still a bit confused by Jerome spinning you around like you two were dancing.
He grinned and positioned himself behind you, his chest was strongly pressed against your back, and he put his chin on your shoulder while pointing the gun to your head one more time.
“What’s the second question?” You asked, trembling a bit.
Jerome looked at you grinning, his eyes were shining like those of a cat who finally caught a mouse. You wondered if that was a metaphor to describe you two and if he had finally caught you.
It’s not very easy to deliver packages, sometimes I’m busy all my life for the order. Are you choose like that one now? Uh~ you never have known my life so busyness, only see me as happy day with children playing together,but we won’t after work,since I lived in world aircraft.
