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Chubby Chaser!Jerome Headcanons:

A/N: I’m sorry that these took so long! This is another request from hhh—-www, I hope you like it!

Warnings: Some fluffy and kinda nsfw stuff, Jerome being Jerome

See that gif? That’s him at anyone who says plus size women aren’t attractive.

Now, I have said before that Jerome most definitely likes girls of all shapes and sizes, and it still rings true here! But our boi here loves a girl that’s thicc 👌🏼👌🏼👌🏼

However our ginger crackhead boy is very busy, so while he is never actively looking for a big girl to fawn over, you best believe if he sees one, he’s going after her

As soon as he has consent, he is most definitely throwing you over his shoulder and taking you wherever he has decided home is

He’s got a lot of things he likes but if he were to pick a favorite thing on a girl, it’s a tie between breasts and ass

Is totally fine if he dies by suffocation due to a thicc girl sitting on his face

No seriously, if you guys are ever on the run and the walls are closing in…that’s gonna be how he decides to go. 🥲🤡

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Jerome Valeska X Plus Size! Reader Headcanon | Being Bestfriends But Not Being Able To Be Together

Meeting Jerome while he was still in highschool

You two were always getting picked on by the other kids

Jerome got picked on because he was poor

You because you were plus sized

People often like to criticize what isn't familiar to them and their standards

That is what Jerome always reminded you after they left

No one could have thought you two would end up as bestfriends

You two were vastly different from each other that even the kids that picked on you didn't even think you knew each other at all

You actually wanted more than a bestfriend from him

You actually wanted to date him but you were afraid that he wouldn't be the same way and it'd ruin your friendship

He always confided in you about his mother and even his brother whenever he felt that it was too much

After that, you two would cuddle and he would hold you

Despite never meeting him, you grew a distaste for his twin, wondering how someone could ruin another person with no remorse

Years later when Jerome got arrested and his whole crime spree, you had a job as an accountant

When he finally came back from the dead the first time, he decided to pay you a visit first

He thought you could help him with his face until he snuck into your apartment and opened the door into your room

He saw you crying into your pillow, turning the fresh white material into a drenched gray

Jerome decided to postpone his plans and stay with you instead

After all, you needed it more

He laid next to you and despite you being surprised and shocked that he is in your room and the condition he was in, he wrapped his arms around you

"I'll explain later"

You chuckled at his little response and just let the moment soak in

He knew what the tears were about, he knew you long enough to know the issues you deal with

He kept complimenting you, reminding you that you are a unique person and that you are beautiful as well

A part of you felt like he wanted to say something else thar he couldn't but you always tried to ignore it and always have mistaken it for false hope

When he finally left though, he made a promise to come back soon

He would have asked for help with his face but figured that you'd be better worrying about yourself instead of him

Then he quickly realized that you were probably confused and already worried since his face is full of bandages

So he went back and asked for your help since there is no point in not asking for help

When he got caught, he played as if you were a hostage so you didn't get in trouble

Visiting Jerome in Arkham every other day

Him always reassuring you that he is fine and okay

Except he actually wasn't

Not because of the horrid living conditions Arkham makes him live in but because he wants something that he cant have

That something being you, which he knows would be in danger if he ever made a move on you

So he hid those feelings and just played as the best friend

Before his concert scheme, he gave you a quick visit

He told you to take care of yourself and to treat yourself the way you deserve to be treated

Before he turned around to exit the door, left a quick kiss on your lips, leaving before you could say anything

After Jerome died, you took those words even more personal

Because you knew that he somehow predicted his own death

And that he took time out of his last remaining hours to tell you he cared about you and even showed you that he loved you

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Hack Job

Jerome Valeska x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 2315 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Jerome comes back from the dead with his face stapled on and she needs to help him put it back

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You were bored.

Gotham was the kind of city where you could never really know what to expect, and you had to be ready for anything. There was always something going on, or going wrong, but tonight, that didn’t seem to be the case.

It was an unusually quiet Friday night, with nothing of note happening, and really, you were glad for it.

Having nothing going on was better than having to deal with the truth.

Since Jerome was killed, nothing had the same gusto as before. You didn’t find anything exciting, or worthwhile and that didn’t seem to be changing anytime soon.

You missed him.

So, rather than think about anything else, you decided to keep doing what you’d been doing all this time. You were going to spend the rest of your life on your couch with a bucket of popcorn and shitty news coverage.

Shitty news coverage all about Jerome.

Evidently, the rest of the world was celebrating the death of the man you loved, even though you were more miserable than you had ever been. You didn’t want to do this whole thing without him.

Even tonight, which started out fairly normal, was dull and dreary.

You had a pint of your favorite ice cream and a spoon, as well as the newest episode of your favorite show, but you couldn't have cared at all.

Nothing was going to make you feel better.

Unfortunately though before you could feel too bad for yourself, all that had to be put on hold when the doorbell of your apartment went off, echoing through the small space like the abrasive chiming of church bells.

“Coming” you groaned, standing from your couch with a groan, leaving the old blanket you had been cuddled up with in your place. You were desperately hoping they would just go away.

You weren’t in the mood for any company but you knew that whoever it was would just keep knocking. In this city, you were painfully aware of everyone who lived around here and they all sucked.

They wouldn’t go away.

...But it wasn’t like something terrible was going to happen.

You had no idea who could be visiting at this hour, but you doubted anyone would try to pull anything on you.

Everyone knew you as Jerome Valeska’s girlfriend so they didn’t dare inflict the wrath of his killer cult, who basically worshiped you as a goddess, even now.

The fact that Jerome was gone wasn’t going to change the way they felt about him, or how they felt about you by proximity. As long as you were alive, everything that Jerome had believed in was alive.

That was all they needed.

However, the moment the door swung open, you knew your ice cream would be long forgotten, left to melt without a doubt. 

After all, the last thing you expected to see on a Friday night was your dead boyfriend but in Gotham you had to be ready for anything.

“Jerome?”

The word came out as a single gasp from the back of your throat, your jaw slack as you tried to collect yourself. All that did, of course, was cause hot tears to spill from your eyes and down your cheeks.

It was weird.

You had never been super emotional, in all your life, but for some reason, this was really getting to you. You couldn’t handle the rush of emotion that hit you as you tried to fathom a million things at once.

Jerome was dead.

You had seen him die, and the coverage of his murder was all over the news. It wasn’t like you’d imagined the whole thing, or forgotten to take your medicine again.

It was real.

Though, before you could get too worked up in that, you pulled Jerome into your body as tightly as you could. You didn’t want him to disappear again, even if you couldn’t figure out how this happened.

It didn’t really matter as long as he wasn’t going anywhere.

You sighed, taking in his scent as deeply as you could just to make sure that he was really here. 

He smelled faintly like formaldehyde but buried beneath all that was his calming scent that a few moments ago, you would have killed to smell again.

Somehow, you’d managed to forget just how much it meant to you.

“Are you real?” you whispered into the crease of his neck. You were no stranger to the odd hallucination in the past, but this was much more than that.

Hallucinating Jerome like this would be far too cruel to handle.

“Course I am” he grinned, pulling you closer before letting go completely, heading inside the apartment as if he owned it, which technically he did. After all, you’d bought it with the money he’d stolen.

The scene that Jerome walked into was hilarious, it was as if he hadn’t even left and you had been waiting for him to return.

The blanket you had been cuddling with was the only thing that was out of place, it had come from his closet, not from your shared bed.

He picked it up and looked back at you in questioning with a smirk dressing his lips. “It smelled like you” you level, shrugging and making your way over to him, before crashing down next to his body on the couch.

It was just like it always was, like it should have been all along.

You let yourself melt into his chest as you crawled into his lap, letting him wrap the before-mentioned blanket around you both as you moved closer.

...but there was one thing that you’d yet to address, and one thing that you needed to talk about.

Jerome wasn’t completely the same as you remembered because as you snuggled into him and let your fingers dance over the skin of his jaw, you were met with the cold chill of metal.

That was certainly new.

You pulled your hand away quickly and looked up at him in shock “What was that?” you whisper, keeping your voice low so as to not disturb the peace. You still hadn’t gotten any answers as to what was happening, but you certainly should have noticed that.

In the dark, it must have skipped your mind. You hadn’t noticed, but now that you had, it was kind of hard to go back to cuddling as if everything was fine.

It definitely wasn’t.

Apparently, Jerome's had his face stolen and as best you could tell, had attempted to reattach it with a staple gun.

“Oh no J, what did you do?” you whined, naturally concerned that he’d made some kind of half-cocked choice that was going to hurt him. He was prone to irrational solutions and you were worried.

There was silence between the two of you for a moment or so as you thought about what you were going to do before you stood from the warm cocoon you’d created on the couch completely.

You had to do something about this.

“How did this happen?” you muttered, taking his hands in your own to lead him to the table where you could get a better look at him. You didn’t really want an answer from him, of course.

It was just more of that nervous prattling you tended to get up to when you didn’t know what to do with yourself.

“I did the best I could with what I had” he shrugged, as if there was nothing wrong with the way he had chosen to attach his face. In his mind, he didn’t think that he could have done any better but you knew differently.

It looked like a mess.

“You might as well have super glued it” you teased, sitting him down and getting to work looking him over. It was an absolute chaotic solution to what had happened, and frankly, you weren’t even a tad bit shocked.

The edges of his skin, held together with a few thick staples, were jagged and ridiculous.

“Careful princess, I didn’t exactly have you around to put it back on for me” he chides, admiring your concentration as you studied him. Your tongue peeked out between your lips as you did your best to pick at the staples without hurting him.

They had to come out.

Anything was better than having rusty metal holding your lover’s face on, and you were sure it wasn’t comfortable. As unpleasant as it was to look at, you could only imagine it felt that much worse.

“Stop me if I’m hurting you” you suggested, knowing fully that he wouldn’t. No matter what he was feeling, he was never going to admit that he was hurting. He was never going to do that, not ever.

Instead, all you could do was smile as you looked him in the eye, continuing to pluck at the metal in his face.

“I missed you” Jerome hummed, moving on completely from what you’d been talking about. He didn’t care about if his face hurt or about the fact that he was literally back from the dead.

Nothing mattered to him any more than you did.

“I missed you too” you whispered, taking in the predatory look in his eyes as he looked at you. You found yourself admittedly taken aback by that because you hadn’t seen that look in almost a year.

You really had.

Jerome was your greatest friend, and the love of your life. Having to live life without him for so long was awful, and you never wanted to do it again.

If you could help it, he would stay by your side forever.

“Y/N” he sighed, catching you off guard. Jerome very rarely used your real name so at first you were concerned you had hurt him, or that something was wrong. 

However, all he really wanted was for you to give him the attention he’d been craving.

You were trying desperately to get his face cleaned up but he was already bored of that. So bored, in fact, that he slid his hands under your ample thighs to pull you into his lap, earning a heavy sigh from you.

This was going to take forever.

“Jerome” you scoffed, doing your very best to get away from his hold so that you could finish up here, but he wasn’t having any of it. In fact, the more you struggled against his hold, the more Jerome laughed.

This was one big game for him.

“I have to get you cleaned up J, you need to let me” you grumbled, doing everything that you could to figure this out. You were well aware of how difficult he could be but this was serious.

He could really run into trouble with this.

“But that’s no fun at all” he huffed, pressing a kiss to your face as gingerly as he could. It had been too long since he’d been able to hold you and right now, the last thing he wanted to do was wait for anything.

Especially not for you to sew his face back on.

Without hesitation, you stood from his lap and headed over to the medicine cabinet before he could argue with you over it. 

He wasn’t happy about it, of course, which you could tell because of the hefty slap on your ass as you did so.

Thankfully though, you didn’t have to care about that because you had a job to do right now and it was far more important than whatever he wanted to do. You had plenty of time to spend together now that he was back.

You didn’t exactly have any experience reattaching faces but you knew anything you could do would be better than the hack job he was currently walking around with.

At least if you took over, it would be clean.

After quite a bit of going back and forth, you decided that a spool of thread and a sharp, disinfected needle was going to be your best option. 

You practically soaked everything in 95% pure alcohol, and if it wasn’t clean, not was.

The last thing you wanted was for Jerome to be walking around with a painful, infected face, so you let the needle disinfect for a little longer just in case.

Once you felt it was good enough, you headed back over to the table where Jerome was now pretending to be dead against the hardwood, always the drama queen.

“Get up you goofball” you ordered, playfully smacking his shoulder with the back of your hand before setting everything you had gathered down in a huge pile.

You weren’t looking forward to doing this but it had to be done and you couldn’t exactly take him to urgent care to get it done.  After all, the man you loved was still a wanted criminal, even though some people didn’t know he was alive.

“Okay J, this might sting a little” you sigh, biting into the plump flesh of your bottom lip to stifle your own nerves.

Jerome wondered if maybe you were more bothered by this than he was, but he thought it was cute so he said nothing regarding it.

“That’s okay kitten, I’ve got something to hold onto” he smirks, grabbing onto you before you could even ask what he meant. 

Jerome Valeska was always a terrible flirt but considering you hadn’t seen each other in nearly a year on top of that, you couldn’t imagine how bad he was going to get.

It wasn’t until you felt his hands snake around your waist that you understood the meaning of his words, your suspicions were confirmed when he took two big handfuls of your jean wrapped ass and kneaded the flesh through the fabric.

This was definitely not how you thought your night was going to go this morning, but at least he was alive.

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Dibs

Jerome Valeska x Plus Size/Chubby Reader

Imagine: Reader is the new addition to the Maniax and Jerome makes it very clear to everyone that he wants you to be his. Some people don’t really care though.

Word count: 1.2k

Warnings: handsy Jerome but that’s about it

Masterlist

You knew exactly why you had been chosen as the new member of the Maniax team. Theo needed someone on the streets to be able to spy on Detective Gordon and the G.C.P.D. to see how far they were getting in their investigation. They wouldn’t suspect you of being involved with a group of criminals. You acted pretty normal, you didn’t have the urges to go on killing sprees but you were crazy enough to kidnap someone and hide them away for a while until you got bored of them. They’d never expect a sweet, chubby girl like you to be able to do anything sinister like that. Which is why Theo knew you were a valuable asset to his team.

Theo had to sweet talk you a little more to get you comfortable enough to agree to meet the others but you put on your confident facade and prepared yourself for the inevitable judgement and snide comments you’d received your whole life. Theo opened the large doors and walked into the room with his hand on your back, nudging you towards the centre of the room with him. “Ladies and Gentlemen, may I present to you the newest addition to the Maniax, (Y/n) (Y/l/n). Now, I have some business that needs to be fixed, why don’t you all spend some time to get to know your new teammate.”

You looked around the room and you looked over each and every one of them until your eyes landed on a familiar looking ginger. You recognised him as Jerome Valeska, the guy who’d killed his mother. Some of your friends were in the circus and you’d found out all about the scandal through them, but it hadn’t really interested you. Jerome smirked as he caught your attention, jumping up to stand on the couch he was sitting on, “Well well well, what’s a gorgeous girl like you doing in a place like this?” Rolling your eyes, you answered him anyway, “Mr Galavan needs me to be his spy on the streets.”

Jerome giggled and hopped off the couch, stalking closer to you, getting the attention of the others. Tabitha watched in case Jerome had a sudden desire to kill her brother’s newest toy, her hand ghosting over her whip. You didn’t move as Jerome got closer, not finding him to be as intimidating as everyone thought. He put his hands around your waist and pulled you close to him, “Oh? Maybe you’d like to be my spy in the sheets then?~” He laughed and you scoffed, “No thank you.” You were pretty sure he was just making fun of you by flirting, although there was a seriousness to his tone.

You were about to push yourself away from Jerome, but you felt yourself being pulled out of his hold by someone else. Greenwood held you close to him, your back against his chest and had his arm around your chest to keep you there. He cackled and leaned in close to your neck to sniff you, inhaling a deep breath, “You can’t hog the fresh meat, Jerome. She smells delicious, I’m sure she’ll taste good too.” Scrunching your nose up in disgust, you turned your head away from him. You tried to squirm away from him but his grip was tight on you.

Jerome clenched his hands, ready to start a fight with Greenwood when he let you go and started laughing to himself before heading to get something to eat. You were more than a little rattled but you wouldn’t show it in front of those lunatics. Not wanting to be in there any longer, you were quick to turn on your heel and run away to your bedroom, which, thankfully, had a lock on the door.

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It had been a couple of weeks that you’d been with the Maniax, Tabitha and Theo and it hadn’t been the best experience. Jerome was unable to stop his flirting with you, always approaching you whenever you stepped into the same room as him and touching you in one way or another. At first it was just a harmless arm slung around your shoulders, or holding your hands close to his chest but it wasn’t long before he was wrapping his arms around your waist and he had been so bold as to grab your ass one time.

Surprisingly, he wasn’t the worst one. Greenwood had made a habit of calling you fresh meat and implied that you would be his next meal once he got permission from Theo. He freaked you out more than any of the others but he only did it when the two of you were alone so you couldn’t complain about it. You’d made sure to avoid him as much as possible, which sometimes meant ignoring Jerome as well, which Jerome wasn’t pleased about. He didn’t like it when you avoided him, he wanted to spend time with his princess.

Jerome had taken to calling you princess every since Barbara had put a tiara on your head and complained when you wouldn’t let her give you a makeover. Barbara was one of your favourites, she was so pretty and caring about you, so you returned the favour. Jerome would often recruit Barbara to tell him more information about you because he was so obsessed with you. He couldn’t get you out of his mind. So when he saw you come into the room where all of the others had gathered, you were just about to turn on your heel and hightail it back out of there. Until, that is, Jerome caught your wrist and pulled you close to him, “I’ve missed you Princess, you need to stop running away from me. I’ll think you don’t like me anymore.” You scoffed but you smiled to show that you were amused by his actions.

He lead you over to one of the couches and sat down, pulling you over to it to sit next to him. He noticed your eyes go to something behind him and he turned to see Greenwood approaching, “What do you want, cannibal? I’m talking to my Princess.” Greenwood cackled and gave you a disturbing grin, “She’s not your princess, she’s my next meal. Isn’t that right sweetcheeks?” You could only grimace at his words, trying to make yourself seem smaller on the couch, hoping the furniture would just eat you already, before Greenwood could get his hands on you.

Jerome was fuming, how dare that fat oaf talk about his princess like that?! He gritted his teeth and didn’t hesitate to get up and punch Greenwood in the face and stomach before pushing him to the ground. He wasted no time in kneeling down to continue to punch Greenwood in the face until he was knocked out, knowing that Theo would be angry with him if he killed one of his team members. When he was done, he turned and winked at you, happily walking back to the couch and sitting down, pulling you onto his lap. His blood stained hands gripped your thighs and held you close.

You turned your head to face him, wrapping your arm around his shoulders, “Why did you do that?” Jerome was quick to press a kiss to your cheek, “I called dibs and he needed to know that dibs means you’re mine. Not his. Mine.” You could only blush and giggle as Jerome continued to kiss you all over your face and neck.

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He puts the laughter in slaughter

Summary: y/n always thought her life was hard but she soon learns what the definition of hard really is when her school bus is hyjacked by the infamous Jerome Valeska

Fandom: Gotham

Pairings: Jerome Valeska x reader

Warnings: bullying, mild violence

Part 1 of 3

“Should you really be wearing that?”

Your brows furrowed together as you turned your gaze down to your outfit, a simple dark green jumper and ripped black jeans.

“Those jeans aren’t the right fit on you, they make you look big, only really skinny girls can wear them.” you looked back up only to be met with a smile.

Did she really think that what she just said was nice or helpful?

Inhaling sharply you gave a tight lipped smile “it’s fine, everyone wears this.”

She looked you up and down once more before pulling a face “come on, we better get going. You’re already late”

You let out a defeated sigh, pulling at your jumper making sure it would cover you completely, taking one last glance in the mirror you can’t help but suddenly feel like you would stick out like a sore thumb in the outfit.

“COME ON! We’re going to be late! Don’t forget to lock the door.”

Giving yourself one last up and down you began to make your way out of the house and into the car, where your mother sat impatiently.

You haven’t even buckled up your seat belt before she began again.

“Oo darling, you need to fix your face, your contour is choppy and your foundation looks really heavy.”

You clench your eyes shut, exhaling forcefully “it’s fine! God can’t you just leave me alone?”

She scoffs rolling her eyes “don’t start another argument, you always do this! I’m just trying to help, I don’t want you getting to school looking horrible”

God what you wouldn’t give to just str-

You felt your jaw clench as you forced yourself to turn towards the window, every time you opened your mouth another argument seemed to occur.

God, what you wouldn’t give to just runaway sometimes, to leave gotham and your entire family behind.

thankfully the car ride didn’t last much longer and before you know it the bell rings, signalling the start of your first lesson of the day.

You wasted no time I’m trying to find the face of your best friend y/f/n, sighing in relief when your eyes meet hers.

Surprisingly the lessons flew by, maybe it was your wandering mind, or maybe it was the fact that you felt like a ghost, floating down the halls. Either way you were glad the day was almost over.

By the time the second to last bell of the day rung you were already packing your things away, you craved your bed and the sweet bliss caused by sleep.

But alas, your luck seemed to run out as the cliché mean girl of your high school decided to intercept you on the way to the school bus.

She stood tall, immaculate posture as a sneer graced her features.

“Soo y/n I’ve heard that you’ve been talking behind my back . . . Is it true?”

She feigned a innocent confused look, but if you looked ever so slightly closer you would be able to notice the malicious glint in them, because underneath all that beauty and sweetness was empty calories and decay.

Letting out a beaten sight you tried my best to come up with some sort of apology knowing how much worse her rumours could make your life.

“Look Amelia, I don’t who’s said what but I honestly haven’t, I have better things to do than gossip about you.”

She narrowed her eyes while crossing her toned and tanned arms, her lips pouting ever so slightly.

“Look, I want to believe you, I really do but everyone knows how much you talk behind people’s back . . . “

You look towards y/f/n’s with wide eyes and exasperated, hoping that she would back you up, defend you. . . But you were met with silence as she stood looking at the ground.

You felt heat begin to seep up your neck and pool in your cheeks as you suddenly became very aware that more and more people began to surround you, pathetically acting as if they were talking not watching the scene unfold in front of them.

“Look Amelia, I’m sorry if you really think that low of me but I haven’t said a word about you, whoever told you that I’d said something either misheard or is trying to start shit . . . You’re a nice person I wouldn’t say anything mean about you.”

The words felt like poison on your tongue as you spat them out but you’ve learnt from past experiences to just back down, you didn’t have the energy to add ‘high school drama’ to your seemingly never ending list of troubles, instead you meekly resorted to backing down and waiting for the time when you left school knowing you wouldn’t have to shut your mouth.

You could tell she was about to burst with some mean retort but thankfully the last bell rung signalling the end of today’s school day and for all the cheerleaders and football players to make their way towards the school bus.

Today they had an away game at the school across Gotham, unfortunately however you were being made to go, it was as part of your detention.

It was completely uncalled for, all you’d done is gotten into school a few minutes late and now you werenbeing made to stay 3 or so hours after school as a freaking towel boy.

Oh joy!

Sarcasm. That was sarcasm.

Your eyes darted back up to meets Amelia’s, she looked like she had so much more to say but thankfully her friends pulled her away cheering as a way to get you all in the spirit.

Although you could tell this was far away from being over as before she disappeared into the bus with all her team mates she shot you a look that said this isn’t over, watch your back because I’m coming for you.

You side glanced towards y/f/n shaking your head in disbelief before hurrying towards the bus that was about to leave.

This day couldn’t get any worse, you never craved the comfort of your bed, surrounded in an abundance of fluffy blackets and pillows.

Getting on the bus, you wasted no time in making yourself scarce as you immediately headed for the seat furthest away from Amelia and anyone else that would try and corner you.

It took you by no surprise when no one sat next to you, everyone apart from the odd person seemed to take a deep disliking towards you without even spending the time trying to get to know you.

Shoving your headphones in you couldn’t help but survey the bus, it was safe to say you hated everyone in it.

Their actions towards you made something deep within you start to decay as you suddenly didn’t see why wanting to watch them all burn was so morally bad.

The day seemed to drag on as you begrudgingly watched the game, it was an incredibly tiresome experience, watching some sweaty guys running around a field while the girls in slutty short skirts and crop tops two sizes too small pranced around shouting out simple rhymes with the occasional pretentious high kick.

Plus it didn’t help how each time you had to hand them a towel they looked at you with such smugness I couldn’t help but imagine myself leaping over the table and tearing their throats out . . . With your teeth.

You felt as though you were incredibly close to pulling your hair out when it took about twenty minutes for everyone to pile back into the godforsaken bus.

You swore the only thing that kept you even slightly sane was the music you had been blaring since the start of this horrid journey, these days it seemed to be your only escap-

Your eyes shot open as the bus came to a holt.

It’d only been 10 minutes, there was no way you could’ve arrive back at school, could you?

Unfortunately your question was answered the minute you saw a flash of red hair outside.

Anxiety began bubbling in your stomach as you hastily look around only to be met with eyes full of the same thing that were in yours. Fear.

you felt your heart leap into your throat as you peaked out the window and saw a handful of men all holding guns, crazed looks in their eyes.

Your breathes came out in short, sharp pants as you balled your hands up, gripping your jeans.

You continued to dart your eyes around the bus helplessly, hot salty tears running down your already flushed cheeks.

This all seemed so much like some prolonged nightmare but you knew better.

Because this was Gotham and one way or another you somehow always end up dying at the hands of another.

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MASTERLIST

Gotham

Jerome Valeska :

In The Dead of Night (Jerome Valeska x Reader)

The Magician (Jerome Valeska x Reader)

His Nurse (Jerome Valeska x Reader)

Thief (Jerome Valeska x Shy! Reader) 

Lover Boy (Jerome Valeska x Jealous! Reader)

Gorgeous (Jerome Valeska x Plus Sized! Reader)

Stage Fright (Jerome Valeska x Reader)

Helpful (Jerome Valeska x Reader)

Trading Reasons (Jerome Valeska x Reader)

Diary (Jerome Valeska x Reader)

Someone Broken (Jerome Valeska x Depressed! Reader)

Jeremiah Valeska:

Your Savior (Jeremiah Valeska x Reader)

Your Savior (Jeremiah Valeska x Reader) Pt. 2!

Your Heart (Jeremiah Valeska x Wayne! Reader)

Escape The Cold (Jeremiah Valeska x Reader)

Just Fine (Pre-Spray! Jeremiah Valeska x Detective! Reader) 

All Hail (Jeremiah Valeska x Reader)

Cushion Monster (Jeremiah Valeska x Reader)

Sane (Jeremiah Valeska x Reader)

Snatched (Jeremiah Valeska x Reader)

Someone Broken (Jeremiah Valeska x Anxious! Reader)

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Just a Little Bit (Jerome Valeska x curvy reader)

Prompt: Jerome is in love with the reader, but the reader tries to deny her feelings for him, until one day they just happen to come out.

Warning: No real smut, Jerome just gets a little handsy, there might be some cursing, and also mention of death.

Note: The italics are flash backs. Hope you enjoy:)

You had met Jerome back when you first arrived at Arkham. The moment you walked in he knew you had to be his. He loved everything about you. Your body drove him crazy, keeping him up at night imagine all the things he wanted to do to you.

You walked into the rec room Jerome kept his eye on you the whole time. You went to go sit at one of the tables trying to read a book but then Jerome went to go sit next to you.

“Hey sweetcheeks, I’m Jerome.” Jerome introduced himself. You glanced up from your book and then back down ignoring him. He leaned into the table “So what you in here for?” You glanced up to meet his eyes.

“I killed my good for nothing boyfriend.” then looked back down at your book.

Jerome smirked “Owww so what your saying is you’re single?“ He wiggled his eyebrows. You just rolled your eyes at him. “I like a girl who can kill. Why did you kill him.”

“He was an abusive asshole one minute and then a loving sweet boyfriend the next, the routine got real boring real fast, so after one of his little freak outs I grabbed the gun and shot him, after a while of hiding the GCPD finally found me.”

“Well doll, I think your in luck I could be a very sweet boyfriend to you.” He said as he stood up and sat next to you. “I want you to be mine doll,” he started to say as he moved his hand under your striped dress and rested right below your panties, “All mine.” He was about to push your panties to the side so you were fully exposed to him but you grabbed his hand roughly and pulled it out of your dress.

“Don’t you ever dare touch me again.” You gritted threw your teeth as you left Jerome sitting at the table smirking. She is going to be mine if she likes it or not, Jerome thought to himself.

You smiled about the memory while you were looking out of a window in Galavan’s mansion. Enough though you acted uninterested in Jerome’s love towards you, you secretly craved the attention from him, and you felt the same way towards him. You never realized the exact moment you fell in love with him, it could have been the time another inmate was making fun of your size while you were at Arkham, so Jerome killed him or when you first arrived at Galavan’s and Jerome said he would protect you in any harms way. But then there was still a part of your mind that reminded you of how your ex boyfriend treated you, and that you should never trust another boy ever, so you denied your feelings for him.

“Hey sweetcheeks,” Jerome’s voice startled you, and took you away from your thoughts. He walked over to where you were standing and sat on the table beside you swinging his legs like a little kid. “Don’t you look lovely today. Lovely enough to even go on a killing spree with me?” Tabitha had left her whip on the table so Jerome picked it up and starting playing with it and whipping random objects around he room. You laughed at his childish actions as he continued playing with the whip. “I could get used to this.” Jerome said as he continued the use the whip. You laughed and started to leave the room.

“Jerome, I’m sorry but I don’t feel like a killing spree today, maybe another time?” Jerome pouted his lip like a little kid who didn’t get the toy they wanted. As you started to walk out of the room you heard him mumble a fine.

Before you reached the door Jerome smirked as he thought of an idea. He took the whip and whipped it towards your direction onto your wrist. You looked down at your wrist with the whip wrapped around it.

“Jerome I’m not inn the mood for any of your childish games. Let me go.” You turned around glaring at him, but he ignored you. Instead Jerome got up from the table and walked towards you. He was only one feet away from you when he pulled on this side of the whip dragging you towards him. You stumbled forward and into Jerome.

You flickered your eyes up so they met Jerome’s but then you quickly flickered them back down. He used his hand to push a piece of hair out of your face and behind your ear. He then took his finger and caressed your cheek and then moved to your chin. He raised your face so you were looking at each other. Jerome could sense the worry in your eyes as you quickly looked back down.

“Why are you so nervous?” he whispered as moved his face closer into yours.

“I’m-m not.” You stuttered. Jerome lightly chuckled.

“Are you sure about that?”

“Maybe just a little bit.” You brought your eyes up to meet his. You both stood there for a couple of seconds in silence looking into each others eyes. You then flickered your eyes to his lips and back to his eyes. In that moment Jerome dropped the whip and grabbed your waist pushed you into him, as he forcefully kissed you. He kissed you like he wanted it, no like he needed to be kissed.

He ran his tongue along your bottom lip asking for entrance and when you denied it he lightly forced his tongue into the kiss. The kiss lasted a few more seconds before he pulled back.

“See that wasn’t has bad as you expected it, right?” Jerome whispered as he stared into your eyes.

“It was better than I expected.” You whispered back looking back up into his eyes. “I think I’m up for that killing spree now.” Jerome smirked.

“Let’s go cause some chaos baby.”

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Don't Mess with What is Mine(Jerome Valeska x Chubby Shy Reader)

Prompt: The reader and Jerome go to the club so Jerome can do business with some guys, while you walk around alone a guy is flirty with you and says inappropriate things to you, which doesn’t make Jerome react nicely.

Warning: Murder, mention of sex, I think some cursing.

Note: I love this little ginger asshole and would feel like a very protective boyfriend especially if his girlfriend was shy.

It really was a surprise to many of your friends and family when they found out you were dating Jerome Valeska. It was also a very big surprise to the public when the headline came out “PSYCHO CRIMINAL JEROME VALESKA MANAGES TO STEAL THE HEART OF SHY MRS. Y/L/N” You didn’t really mind being called the psycho’s girlfriend since you knew deep down Jerome was good. Also to many they said that you managed to make the maniac go soft but that theory was discarded very fast after Jerome went on a killing spree. But he was very sweet to you. God he loved you so much. He knew how shy you could be sometimes so he would always act so sweet around you. He really didn’t want to scare you off so he tried to be the best boyfriend there ever was.

Then on one Saturday afternoon, Jerome asked you if you would like to join him in going to the club with him since he had to do some business with some guys. He knew the club wasn’t really your scene but he wanted to ask you just incase. What really surprised him was when you agreed to join him in going.

So now it was later that night and you arrived at the club. Jerome accompanied you inside. One minute you walked in there was a lot of noise and people, which really wasn’t your favorite, but you still put on a smile on your face. That was something Jerome loved about you how you could make any situation, negative or not, positive. So when you were inside the club Jerome lead you to the guys he needed to talk to.

“Well hello Jerome. Who’s this lovely lady with you today. She is way to beautiful for you.” One guy spoke. His comment made you blush a little which Jerome noticed, and didn’t appreciate.

“This is y/n. My girlfriend, note MY girlfriend.” Jerome spat back.

“Don’t worry I won’t be stealing your girl. Now let’s get to business.”

Before Jerome started talking with the guys whispered in your ear “Hey doll there a booth in the back of the club, why don’t you go and save it for us ok? Then when I’m done here I can go buy a couple drinks. Would you like that.” You nodded and headed over to the booth Jerome was talking about. You took a seat at one side of the booth and shortly after a guy sat beside you.

“Hey sweetcheeks what’s your name.”

“My name is y/n and if you don’t mind I was saving that seat for my boyfriend.”

“Well I don’t see his name on it. Anyway how about you forget about your little boyfriend and let a real man show you a good time. I know exactly how to make a woman moan.” He moved closer into your face and moved his hand up your thigh.

“No-o thank you-u. Ummm I have to use the restroom if you excuse me.”

“Ok sweetheart don’t be too long.” he said winking at you. You quickly went to go find Jerome. The guy was lucky Jerome wasn’t there when he was flirting with you he would have been dead in five seconds flat. You spotted Jerome over at the bar ordering both of you drinks. You walked up next to him so quietly he didn’t even noticed. So you pulled on his sleeve to gain his attention.

“Oh hey sweetcheeks is everything ok?” Jerome asked. You shook your head and moved to whisper in his ear “After I sat in the booth, this guy just sat next to me. He started to flirt with me and made me feel really uncomfortable. Can we just leave?” You could see Jerome expression turned into a little jealous but mostly anger how dare someone make his sweet little y/n uncomfortable, that guy was going to pay.

“Yes of course doll we can leave but I have to use the restroom. Wait here a minute will you?” You nodded. Instead of heading to the bathroom Jerome headed over to the guy. When Jerome reached the booth he sat across from the guy. The guy was about to speak until Jerome interrupted. “So you’re the guy flirting with my girl. Let me just say it pal I don’t really appreciate it, you know. Hearing some lousy drunk idiot making an attempt to steal my girl isn’t the way I wanted to spend the night.”

“Oh so your the minx’s little boyfriend. Don’t worry she wasn’t interested. Well I might have persuaded her to come home with me, show her what sex is with a real man not some freak show like you, but sadly you showed up.” This guy knew exactly how to bush Jerome’s buttons. “Obviously you have had sex with her,” the guy leaned into the table. “tell me some tips, what makes her scream, what’s her favorite position?”

“Alright you asshole, stop talking about my girlfriend like that, she’s mine and if you make one more comment, your dead.” Jerome pulled out a knife hiding it under the table so the guy couldn’t see it.

“Oh sure what are you going to do.” That was the last straw. Jerome walked out of his seat and came right in the guy’s face, the knife facing his neck.

“This should teach you not to mess with things that are mine.” That being said Jerome stabbed the neck right into the guy’s neck. Before anyone noticed the scene Jerome walked over to you. “Alright I’m ready to go.” he said and he intertwined his fingers with yours.

“Thanks.” you whispered into his ear, while pecking his cheek softly, making him blush a bit. As you moved your head away from his face, you flicked your eyes over to the booth in the corner so he knew what you were talking about.

“Anytime, doll. Now let’s go home.” After he said that you both headed home, hands intertwined.

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Masterlist

American Horror Story

‘Bite Me’ - Elizabeth x Chubby/Plus Size Reader x James Part 1

‘Bite Me’ - Part 2

‘Bite Me’ - Part 3

‘I Like Your Hands’ - Jimmy Darling x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Mine to Keep’ - Sally McKenna x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Play House’ - Dandy Mott x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Play House - Part 2’

‘Love is Blind’ - Cordelia Goode x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Country Love’ - Misty Day x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

AHS - Evan Peters #1

AHS - Evan Peters #2

AHS - Evan Peters #3

AHS - Evan Peters #4

AHS - Evan Peters #5

The Witcher 

‘Songbird’ - Jaskier x Chubby’Plus Size Reader

‘Nurse Witcher’ - Geralt x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Oh Shit’ - Jaskier x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

Marvel

Avengers

‘Soft’ - Bucky Barnes x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Jealousy’ - Thor x Chubby/Plus Size Reader Part 1

‘Jealousy’ - Part 2

‘Workout’ - Steve Rogers x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Beautiful’ - Tony Stark x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Diet?’ - Thor x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Scales’ - Peter Parker x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Pretending’ - Carol Danvers x Chubby’Plus Size Reader

‘Just In Time’ - Bucky Barnes x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘She’s Mine’ - Peter Parker x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘What?’ - Tony Stark x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘PJs’ - Bucky Barnes x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Accidents Happen’ - Steve Rogers x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Dangerous’ - Natasha Romanoff x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Hands Off’ - Steve Rogers x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Too Long’ - Yondu Udonta x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

Avengers Preference #1

Avengers Preference #2

Avengers Preference #3

Avengers Preference #4

Avengers Preference #5

Avengers Preference #6

Avengers Preference #7

X Men

‘Sweet’ - Erik Lehnsherr x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Perfect’ - Charles Xavier x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘New Guy’ -  Peter Maximoff x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Oblivious’ - Peter Maximoff x Reader

X Men First Class Preference #1 

X Men Headcannon

Guardians of the Galaxy 

‘Misunderstandings’ - Nebula x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

Hellboy

‘Little Red Dress’ - Hellboy x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Weightless’ - Hellboy x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

Justice League (2017) 

‘I Need Friends’ - Barry Allen x Chubby/Plus Size Reader Part 1

‘I Need Friends’ -  Part 2

‘I Need Friends’ -  Part 3

‘Double Trouble’ - Arthur Curry x Chubby/Plus Size Reader x Mera

Sherlock

‘Simply Gorgeous’ - Mycroft Holmes x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Here Comes Trouble’ - Greg Lestrade x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Intruder’ - Mycroft Holmes x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Matchmaker’ - Mycroft Holmes x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Don’t Panic’ - Mycroft Holmes x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

Sherlock Preference #1

Sherlock Preference #2

Sherlock Preference #3

Gotham

‘Dibs’ - Jerome Valeska x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Queen of Gotham’ - Oswald Cobblepot x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Together Forever’ - Edward Nygma x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Crazy’ - Barbara Kean x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

Bright

‘A Friendly Face’ - Nick Jakoby x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

Harry Potter

‘Swines’ - Severus Snape x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Changes’ - Draco Malfoy x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Golden Boy’ - Harry Potter x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Joke’ - Sirius Black X Chubby/ Plus Size Reader Part 1, Part 2 Part 3

‘In Trouble’ - Parent Remus x Reader x Parent Sirius

Fantastic Beasts 

‘Cute’ - Newt Scamander x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

‘Our Secret’ - Credence Barebone x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

Sons of Anarchy 

‘My Lady’ - Juice x Chubby/Plus Size Reader

SOA Preference #1

[no longer taking requests for SOA]

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The Deal

Jeremiah Valeska x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1115 words

Warnings: none 

Summary: Jim Gordon's daughter is willing to sacrifice anything for the people of Gotham...and Jeremiah simply sees the potential in that. 

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You knew everything there was to know about Jerome Valeska. You had met him many times and you knew that he was nothing more than sick. 

You had made peace with that. 

However, Jeremiah was a mystery to you.

The first time you met, his name was Xander Wilde and it was abundantly clear that he was a paranoid recluse. In some ways, you found that to be relieving, considering what the alternative was. 

It wasn’t until you met again that you realized just how far from the truth that was. 

In reality, Xander Wilde didn’t even exist.

Xander Wilde was made up, a cover for the man’s new identity…

Jeremiah Valeska.

He was standing in front of the GCPD, holding a remote in the palm of his hand. He claimed that said remote would set off a bomb that would blow up the clock tower.

You all knew that a bomb of that size would kill everyone surrounding that area.

However, it would seem that there was nothing you could do to stop it. If Jeremiah wanted to kill them all, he could, and all those people would die.

Unless…

“Wait” you called, stepping out from behind the crowd. All eyes were on you as you arrived at the front of the pack. You had no idea what possessed you to do it, but you didn’t have time to figure it out.

Somewhere behind you, you heard your dad call your name but you ignored him too.

Right now, you had all those people’s lives on your shoulders and that was all you could focus on.

“Well hello Doll” Jeremiah purred, a wide smile finding its way onto his face as you approached.

It was no secret that Jeremiah liked you.

Every time you had seen him, or his brother for that matter, their attention had only been on you. As soon as they saw you, it was almost like everything else took the backseat and while it typically meant nothing, it was going to come in handy today.

You just hoped that it would be enough. 

“Jeremiah, you don’t need to do that” you started, reaching out to place your hand over his own, though he kept the button well out of your reach.

He may have been willing to hear you out, but he wasn’t going to risk letting his plan fall apart for a pretty face. 

This was your only hope at convincing him to spar the city you loved. At this point, you were willing to do anything. Still, the man only laughed. He wasn’t an idiot, he could see what you were trying to do, but even so, he indulged you.

“And why not?” he countered, smiling at you wickedly as you tried to think of a reason that would be good enough to convince him otherwise.

There had to be something he wanted more than to blow the building to bits, you were sure of it…

Then it hit you.

The one thing that Jeremiah wanted more than his chaos, was you.

It was so obvious. 

This whole time, he had been practically begging you to join him by his side. If there was one thing that could convince him to change his mind, maybe it was that?

At the very least, it was worth a try. 

“What if I went with you? Would you spare the clock tower?” you wondered, stopping him in his tracks. As soon as the words left your lips, it was all made clear.

You were desperate to save your precious city, so desperate that you’d be willing to give up everything…

It was quite the gesture.

At first, all he could do was smile, searching your face for any sort of bluff. However, nothing ever came.

You were completely serious.

“You would do that? You care about that old thing so much?” he laughed, gesturing to the left of you both, toward where the clock tower was currently sitting.

Hopefully it would stay that way.

In truth, you didn’t care at all about the clock tower. What you cared about were all those people below it that would be squashed and smothered with all the rubble.

There was no way you were going to just stand back and let them all die, so yes. You were willing to do anything it took to keep them all from meeting their death. 

Anything would be worth it. 

“I do! It’s very important to me” you lied, batting your eyelashes at him as you did your best to lay it on thick. In any other situation, you would be making a fool of yourself but not with Jeremiah. 

There was no reason for him to consider the fact that you actually cared.

In fact, maybe this whole routine would have fooled his brother but Jeremiah didn’t care in the least. It was the fact that you were willing to lie that really caught his attention. 

He needed someone loyal like that. 

“Okay Doll, I’ll bite. You’re saying that if I leave the clock tower standing, you’ll come with me? No tricks?” he clarified, just doing his best to make sure everyone in attendance understood what you were suggesting. 

It was clear that he was getting the better end of the deal, but that wasn’t going to deter him from accepting. 

In fact, it only made him want to agree that much more. If you were willing to uproot your entire life for a bunch of strangers, what would you be willing to do when it came to furthering his plans? 

He couldn’t be sure yet, but he certainly wasn’t going to pass up the chance to find out. 

You only nodded, keeping your eyes on him. 

“No tricks, that’s the deal” you agreed, realizing that if this whole exchange took any longer, someone was liable to intervene. Not that you could count on it, because they were all too shocked to even think straight.

Thankfully, after a few more seconds of silence, he nodded. “Sounds good to me, see you later folks” he grinned, addressing the entire crowd behind you…

Before turning back to you “Are you ready?” it was nothing more than a smile, a few words but for you, it was so much more. It was the start of a new life, a life that you weren’t completely sure you wanted to be a part of yet. 

Still, you took the man’s hand in your own, following him into the waiting car. 

The deal had been made and you were satisfied with it, though you wouldn’t have been if you turned around in time to see the clock tower crumble to the ground. 

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Gotham

~Picture Source~

💛 - Platonic | 💖 - Romantic |  💜 - Family

Jerome Valeska

💖 Being Obsessed with Pre-Spray!Jeremiah's Girlfriend

💖 Jerome Valeska Being Obsessed with Bruce Wayne's Girlfriend

💖 💛 Jerome Valeska X Plus-Size!Reader | Bestfriends But Want and Can't Be More

💖 Jerome Valeska X Reader | Love At First Sight 

💖 LOH!Jerome Valeska X Reader | Your Kids Throw A Tantrum 

💖 Arkham!Jerome Valeska X Reader | Having A Son Together 

Jeremiah Valeska

💖 Jeremiah Valeska X Plus-size!Reader

💖 Jeremiah Valeska X Innocent!Reader

💖 Jeremiah Valeska X Reader | Adopting A Cat

💖 Jeremiah Valeska | i miss the old you by blackbear | Song Drabble (Coming Soon) 

Bruce Wayne

💖 Bruce Wayne X Valeska!Reader

Selena Kyle 

💛 Selena Kyle X Reader | Long Lost Sibling (Coming Soon) 

Ed Nygma

💖 Ed Nygma X Reader | Being Afraid Of Him 

💖 Ed Nygma X Reader | Adjusting To The Riddler (Coming Soon) 

Tabitha Galavan

💖 Tinted Eyes by blackbear | Song Drabble (Coming Soon) 

Preferences

💖 How Dating Them Would Be Like (Default Character)

💖 Being Interested In A Uniformed Cop (Default Character)

💖 Being Polar Opposites (Default Character)

💜 Being Their Child (Default Character) (Coming Soon) 

💖 Soulmate AUs (Default Character) (Coming Soon)

💖 You have Nightmares (Default Character) (Coming Soon)

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[plus-size-reader]

Black and Blue

Jeremiah Valeska x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1197 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Jerome's gf is a very powerful lady in Gotham who isn’t having it when he gets taken into custody. 

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After the incident at Wayne Manor, Jeremiah had gotten pretty beat up. Luckily for him, nothing happened in Gotham city that the maniax didn’t hear about…

And what they knew, you knew.  

By all accounts, you were the perfect little girl, who just so happened to have an army at your disposal. You were untouchable, more or less.

Which was why you didn’t even hesitate to make your way down to the GCPD after hearing that Jeremiah had been detained.

“Park here darling” you instructed, pointing out the window at the front of the building. You wouldn’t be spending a terribly long amount of time here, so there was no use finding a proper spot.

And finally, once he’d parked, the man scurried around the car to open the door for you. You had never had to open a door for yourself, and today certainly wouldn’t be the first.

“Thank you” you hummed, taking the hand he offered to you as a guide out of the car. You were dressed to the nines, as you usually were, topped off with silk gloves and a fur coat.

You had always had a flair for the dramatic, and becoming the so called ‘Queen of Gotham’ alongside Jeremiah had only increased it. Of course, right now, you had business to attend to.

After all, it wasn’t everyday that you just walked into the police precinct, though technically you were under no danger.

“Wait here pets, I’ll be back” you assured, knowing that while you couldn’t be arrested for anything, the goons that followed you around likely could.

Both men nodded, content to just stand by the car and wait if that was what you wanted.

It was good to be queen.

~

Inside the Gotham City Police Department, cops were bustling around, trying to get a handle over whatever was falling apart right now. However, as soon as you came through the door, it all stopped.

It was almost as if every single person in the building was holding their breath.

“Hello, I hate to be a bother, but I do believe that you have something I want” you announced, your heels clicking on the floor as you made your way further into the building.

All eyes were on you as they all racked their brains to try and think of anything they could do...but there was nothing.

“What are you doing here Y/N?” a voice called finally, a voice you recognized as Harvey Bullock.

Perfect.

“Relax darling, I’m only here to see Jeremiah. No funny business, I promise” you smiled, looking around to find the man you were talking to, only to catch his eye from the main office.

His jaw was tight and it was clear to you that he wasn’t happy to see you, though you weren’t surprised.

You knew exactly why he was so upset, they all did. It didn’t matter what you asked for right now, there was nothing they could do to refuse you.

“Be a lamb and take me to him?” You grinned, holding your gloved hand out as if you actually expected someone to take it. You weren’t going to go searching for him, you needed to be lead.

After all, you were a lady.

Cue the eye roll. Harvey hated Gotham, even more since becoming the police chief, and this was just par for the course.

“Take her” He ordered gruffly, turning his back to the whole situation to head back to his office. There was no way he was going to cater to your every wish personally.

It was bad enough that he didn’t get a choice in the matter.

Not that you cared. As long as you were getting what you wanted, it didn’t matter if the janitor was the one to take you there.

Since the moment you’d arrive, you’d only had one concern-Jeremiah. Everything else was circumstantial.

Though, even you had to admit that when you finally saw him, you were shocked. Nothing the maniax had told you could have prepared  you for what you were seeing.

His eye was swollen black and blue, and his lip looked to be split. However, he couldn’t care about any of that as soon as he saw you, his best girl.

He should have known that it was only a matter of time before you showed up to visit him.

“I was worried you wouldn’t show” he teased, keeping his frame tight as he faked a pout. How typically, somehow Jeremiah was still joking.

Not that you could return the favor.

You were far too focused on what was going on with his face. He looked bad, worse than you’d ever seen before and you were kind of worried.

“Open this door immediately!” You ordered, not standing for this. Who had let this happen?

One thing was for sure, whoever had done this was in for a world of hurt.

Jeremiah himself, wasn’t shocked by your order, knowing that you would be angry. The funny part to him was that the guard did as you asked a few moments after.

You really had this whole town wrapped around your little finger.

“Did you get all dressed up for me?” he wondered, looking you up and down. You looked incredible, as you usually did. However he didn’t get very many opportunities to really admire you like this.

You had to have been the most stunning woman in all of gotham...and you were all his.

It was almost too good to be true.

“Oh no darling, What happened to you?” you hummed, kneeling down beside where he was sitting, your covered fingers lightly grazing his face. You had never seen him beat up this bad.

However, the fact that he had gotten hurt so badly didn’t seem to phase him. Instead, Jeremiah was amused by you.

He had never seen you so genuinely bothered by something and it was nice to be reminded of how much you cared about him. Sure, you both knew it but as of late, it was more about business than anything else.

“I ran into a little of a scuffle, but I’m alright now” he assured, looking at you out of the corner of his eye, taking in the look on your face.

Your eyes were wide as you took in every detail, giving Jeremiah a wicked idea.

He could really milk this.

“I mean, just look at my face”  he teased, clearly messing with you. It was clear that he was most definitely not alright.

Without missing a beat, you cooed, brushing your thumb over his busted lip. He winced at the contact but only smiled at you in reply. “I see, you really got into it didn’t you?” you mumbled, glancing over your shoulder at the guards there were watching the two of you like hawks.

“How about we get out of here and clean you up?” you suggested, your voice in a slight whisper as you winked at him. You knew that it would be quite a task but there was nothing the two of you couldn’t do.

After all, Jim Gordon couldn’t argue with you...no matter how hard he tried.

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Song Bird

Jeremiah Valeska x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1465 words

Warnings: none 

Summary: Being a reporter that's assigned to the Valeska's cases. They use you to bait Jeremiah by insulting him and comparing him to his brother. He kidnaps you, desperate to learn more about you. 

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It had been a good plan as far as the GCPD was concerned.

They had thought through all the things that could go wrong and took precautions to make sure that it didn't. However, there was always a way for Jeremiah to get what he wanted.

And as soon as he saw you on that television screen, desecrating his name and declaring him a fraud, it was only natural that he felt that anger bubble up in his stomach.

You were way out of line, not to mention a liar.

Though, that didn't matter too much to Jeremiah.

The opinions of the sheep of Gotham meant nothing to the Lion that he was. However, he had already decided that he needed to have you for his own.

Perhaps he could put that mouth to good use for his own cause.

After all, you had quite a following in Gotham, and if he could control it, that would do wonders for his image with the people.

He needed you.

But wanting you and getting you were too very different things.

"Who is that?" he wondered, pointing to the screen with a gloved finger, his eyes never leaving your face.

There was this charming demeanor to you as you branded him a second rate version of his brother, something that drew him in. He wanted to know what he'd done to make you feel that way.

Perhaps you'd known Jerome, but there was no way you actually preferred that mad fool to him.

A poor copy of that man, he was not.

One of the former maniax stepped forward, his voice shaky as he addressed the man in front of him.

"That's Y/N Y/L/N, she's a news anchor for the Gotham tribune" he stated, instantly lighting a fire in Jeremiah's mind. He knew that he had to have you, his little bird.

You could deliver his messages of change to the new world, which he would build in his own image...

And he would do so, with you by his side.

"Do you recognize where she is?" he asked, more for dramatics than anything else. You were positioned right outside the GCPD, somewhere he knew well. Maybe he should go pay you a visit, and introduce himself?

After all, the two of you would be acquainted before long anyhow.

~

You shivered lightly in the night air as they cut the broadcast. You had just delivered one of the most slanderous smear campaigns of your career, something that would probably get you killed.

However, Jim Gordon seemed to be pleased at the result.

If there was one thing that was going to get a response from Jeremiah, it would be that.

In fact, he wouldn't have been surprised if the man was on his way right now, fully loaded and ready to start a war.

Little did he know that he was only half right.

Jeremiah was on his way to the GCPD as you spoke, but not to do anything more than take you home with him.

He needed his little song bird to spread his message through all of Gotham, after all, the people would listen to you. You were trusted in every home throughout the city, and if you swore loyalty to him, the rest would fall in line.

Or at least, he hoped they would.

It was the best shot he had right now.

The news crew was packing up, leaving most of the cops to return to their posts around the city. You had done your job, and now you were free to go.

As soon as your camera man was all set, you would head home.

A man cleared his throat behind you, not speaking as he waited for you to address him. You assumed it was likely one of the deputies being a creep so you held a finger up to him, instructing him to wait a moment as you finished talking with Kenny, your camera man.

That action was followed with laughter from whoever it was, clearly amused by your attitude.

"Well song bird, aren't you quite the little diva?" Jeremiah teased, finding quite a bit of humor in this whole thing. He hadn't been expecting so much attitude from you when he first saw you.

It wasn't until he spoke that you stopped, your blood running cold as you tried to figure out your next move.

You had heard that voice.

"Come on pet, say hi. You know you want to" he baited, his gloved hand falling on your shoulder lightly to prompt your motion.

You did as he asked, but not because you really wanted to.

More than anything, you were just hoping that someone was around to save you from the man, but there was no one to be seen. Jeremiah had chosen the best time to come steal you, doing his best to not be caught.

"Hello, you must be Jeremiah" you greeted, your frame stiff as could be as you did your best to smile at him. You should have been expecting this, but not nearly so soon.

The broadcast had only just went live, how had he found you so quickly?

"There we go, isn't that a good girl?" he purred, grinning down at you as he took in every detail of your face. There was clearly something on your mind, your brow furrowed tightly with your nerves.

Even so, you were even more stunning in person than on television.

He had surely made a good choice by coming here.

"How would you like to come with me?" he wondered, though you got the feeling that you didn't really have much of a choice in the matter.

However, if he was giving you a choice to comply, it was better to take it.

You didn't want to give him any reason to be more upset with you than he already was. After all, you'd just finished calling him a fraud to all of Gotham.

All you could do was nod, taking the hand he offered to you calmly, still hoping that someone would come to your rescue.

You had met Jerome once before and he was a whirlwind of chaos and murder but as you walked beside the other man, you realized that there was something more unsettling about Jeremiah's calm nature.

He walked in a composed manner with his shoulders back and breathing steady. He wasn't erratic or angry, he didn't yell threats or even laugh as Jerome frequently had.

Instead, he kept quiet as the two of you entered the car he'd come in and drove away, leaving no one the wiser to your kidnapping.

How were they to ever know? In truth, you'd gone with Jeremiah willingly, so could they even consider it a kidnapping? You weren't sure.

All you knew was that you were at the mercy of the only living Valeska, and would remain in that position until your rescue, or more likely, your death.  

"I assume you saw the broadcast?" you spoke, your voice surprisingly calm as it filled the backseat of the car. You shocked yourself with your own strength, having assumed that you would be too frightened to function before.

Somehow, Jeremiah didn't scare you.

He showed no intention of doing you any harm so far, which made it much easier to stay at ease.

"I did, and may I say, you spoke eloquently, song bird" he hummed, one hand remaining on his cane, the other on his right knee. You took in his body language, trying to learn as much as you could about the man without asking.

It became more and more clear as you sat with him, that Jeremiah was nothing like Jerome.

The comparisons that you'd made in your broadcast couldn't have been farther from the truth.

"Thank you, though I fear I was inaccurate" you allowed, the man looked up at you as those words left your lips, a slight smile creeping onto his face.

That was exactly what he'd been hoping to hear from you.

If you had any doubt in your mind that he was a force to be reckoned with, he would teach you quickly just who Gotham was dealing with.

"Is that so?" his voice filled the cabin, his eyes scanning you curiously.

All you could do was nod, thinking over all the terrible things you'd said about him previously. You had no illusions about what kind of man Jeremiah was, there was no doubt in your mind that he was insane, or that he was a killer.

However, you had been wrong about his composure and temper. You'd been wrong about his stability and intensity.

You had been way off base about just how dangerous he was, but you would learn before long...as would all of Gotham.

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Grief Stricken pt.2

Jeremiah Valeska x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1490 words

Warnings:none 

Summary: Jeremiah is finding his way around with Jerome’s ex, who kinda hates him. 

Part 1

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Jeremiah smiled at the question, his eyes practically lighting up. What would he have you do? There could be a million answers, but he knew he had to take it slow with you.

You were like a porcelain doll; weak, damaged, and searching for any sort of relief from the suffering and he could give you that if you really wanted it. All he had to do was get you to see that his way was the best way, and it wouldn't take long.

You twitched slightly with each passing second of silence. The ceaseless rapping of the trigger was deafening by the time Jeremiah thought to stop you, and it was clear then that everything you'd been feeling was manifesting in acute insanity.

Jeremiah knew he couldn't let that happen.

Ecco was losing her grip on reality, and everything that came out of her mouth was dredging together in a never ending spout of word vomit. It worked for her, but something told Jeremiah that you wouldn't be nearly as fun that way.

If there was one thing Jeremiah was sure of, it was that his brother was clinically and certifiably insane, and someone had to be the brains of his little operation. If he was going to put money on it, he was sure that you'd had something to do about it.

"Tell me, the heists? Who planned them? There was no way my brother did that all alone huh pet?" He asked, tapping his finger lightly on the desk in front of you to get your attention.

You were smart, and articulate for the most part, your mind was just hazy from lose, or was that what you wanted him to think? He couldn't say he understood the sentiment but he had some kind of empathy for you, because you were still sitting across from him.

It took a second for you to think through your answer. You and Jerome had planned a lot of your little outings together, just doing what seemed fun in the moment but as far as logistics went, you were in charge.

That was just the way it was.

The last thing you wanted was for Jerome to be captured and locked away from you so you were willing to break a few laws to keep him safe. "I did, but I have a feeling you already knew that...didn’t you?" you asked, rambling slightly, it was a sort of innocent stumble that brought a smile to Jeremiah's face.

You were cute, and even if it wasn't going to benefit him in the end, Jeremiah had decided that he was going to keep you for his own. There was just something about you that had drawn him in, and wasn't going to let him go.

Part of what had captivated him so fully was you, and the fact that he was pretty sure that you were manipulating him. You were doing a good job of it so far, but he could see through you a little bit, just enough to get .

"You're burdened by grief, you poor little thing...it's painful to watch" he admitted, only smiling lightly at the end. He was teasing you, but there was a mutual deception that was working for you both.

Jeremiah thought that you were entertaining, like a cat chasing after a mouse. You remained reserved and cold, all while silently begging to be held close and loved like there's no tomorrow. It was a deadly sort of loved that you couldn't stop, and with each passing moment, he understood why his brother loved you.

What was a man to do?

"Don't talk down to me Jeremiah, I'm not a child-I still have a gun remember" You waved the weapon around lightly, as if proving a point that you still had it in hand. It was clear now that you were past wanting to kill him, but the idea of you holding the firearm still brought a smile to his face.

You had so much potential to be a killer, and a villain of grand scale, all you had to do was let him mold you into one. You were a beautiful, deadly protege and there was no way Jeremiah was going to let that opportunity go out the window.

Now, Jeremiah never really thought about the feelings he had for Ecco because she was more of a lackey at best, something he used for entertainment when he was bored but there was something darker to you that he couldn't shake.

You were just as mad as he, and somehow you managed to contain it perfectly. Perhaps it was the death of your lover that buried the sickness for a moment, but Jeremiah had gotten a glimpse of it and there was no letting it go.

"Of course pet, I wouldn’t dream of it" he grinned, clearly kidding as he stood from behind his desk. You watched him turn across the front, grabbing a glass of wine for himself but making sure to get one for you as well.

You weren’t much of a drinker but being around Jeremiah and all the things that happened with Jerome in the past had pushed you to need something. If you were going to do it, one drink wasn’t going to cut it so as Jeremiah sipped from his glass, you took the bottle and tipped it into your mouth.

You watched Jeremiah move to remove the bottle from your grasp but didn't bother to stop him. If he had some kind of problem with you drinking all his red wine, he shouldn’t have offered it to you. "Come on, you're going to stay with me doll-face" he purred, leading you out of the door with very little issue.

Everything you were doing was on your own accord, because even Jeremiah knew that if at any time you decided to go home, you would. Still, there was something about the energy between you both that told Jeremiah that you wouldn’t do that.

As much as you hated to admit it, there was something gently and calming about Jeremiah's demeanor...different from how Jerome used to be. You were so tired of thinking and trying, and feeling. It was nice to just be told what to do for a few moments, even if it wasn't necessarily real.

It took the pain out of the equation...even though you didn’t necessarily feel it like you were trying to convince Jeremiah.

~

Jeremiah's 'home' was nice, if you could call it that. There was random people hanging out, just keeping watch and trying to keep the riff raff out.

It wasn't working.

You were a little bit shocked as you looked around. It was much bigger than you'd been expecting, and it was hard to process it all at once.

You'd only ever stayed in apartments in the lower west side of Gotham city and there was more room in the front area of this place than you'd ever seen, something that Jeremiah could see in the reflection of your eyes.

It amused him. If anything, he'd finally found a way to close your mouth even for a moment. You'd had so much to say a few hours ago and now you couldn't even deal with all the information that you were feeding your brain.

There was a lot going on in Jeremiah's "operation" if you could call it that. It didn't make any sense, that he'd created such a large cult in such a short span of time.

Not even the Maniax had ever hit this level of range and devotion, it was incredible...but part of it also made you upset. Jerome had worked so hard for everything that he'd built and now that he was dead, his brother's empire was only dust in the wind.

"Are you enjoying the view pet?" He asked, setting his large hand gently down on your shoulder. You didn't even flinch at the touch, which struck Jeremiah as slightly odd, though he didn't pay it any mind.

You had been fidgeting every few minutes since you arrived, but it was almost as if that persona had melted away. He knew that you were holding out on him, and that wasn’t a secret.

There weren't really words for the emotions you were feeling. For some reason, you felt almost as if you didn't feel anything for it. Sure, the building was impressive, but that didn't mean it made you feel something overly important.

It was boring at best.

"It's big" you hummed, ignoring the slight drop in Jeremiah's face. He had been hoping that you two would bond over the sheer impressiveness of the building that he'd made. He'd worked so hard on it, and part of him wanted you to be impressed by it.

As much as he couldn't stand the mild rejection you were forcing him to swallow, Jeremiah couldn't bring himself to be angry with you. He knew that you would come around in time and he was just going to have to wait for you to get there.

You were his new pet after all.

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Grief-Stricken

Jeremiah Valeska x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1178 words

Warnings: none

Summary: Reader was Jerome’s girlfriend who loses her mind after his death, searching for anything that will make her better. Jeremiah thinks he may have a solution, but does he? 

Part 2

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You had never felt a pain like the one you felt as you watched Jerome's corpse fall from the roof, his limbs flailing up until the very moment he made contact with the ground.

You couldn't scream, or yell, or even speak as you thought through what you were feeling. It felt like a part of you was dead and gone as the sirens surrounded and even when they removed his body, you couldn't move.

Everything that you were and had ever been died with Jerome, and now you were nothing but a shell. You were empty and broken and full of rage but over everything, you ached.

It was a dull pain that consumed everything that you were, and you couldn't do anything about it. No matter what you tried, or where you went, nothing you did would bring Jerome back, so everything you'd ever felt, was gone.

That led you to Jeremiah, the most sickening reminder of the man you loved. It wasn't bad enough that Jerome was gone, but now every time you turned on the tv, his face was plastered all over the screen.

It wasn't going to take long for you to begin resenting his stupid face and it was only a matter of time before you decided to do something about it. You had never been an overly patient person in the first place, but your time with Jerome had diminished that completely.

You weren't sure why you hated Jeremiah so much. Maybe you thought that if he had never come back into Jerome's life that your Joker would still be alive, or maybe it was just the striking resemblance to your lover that killed you.

There was no telling what was killing you about it, all you knew was that you had to track down Jeremiah and end it once and for all.

~

It didn't take long at all to find where the man was all holed up, because as it would turn out, his mind worked similarly to his brother, and no one knew Jerome better than you.

You couldn't help but grab your gun as you headed toward the door, letting your finger dance along the trigger as you moved. It was a nervous tick that you'd developed shortly after meeting Jerome.

Every time you got anxious or even a little bored, the trigger just started going. The light ticking it made as it snapped back into place was soothing, plus it helped you feel in control at all times.

So as you approached the door you were certain Jeremiah was hidden behind, the only sound that could be heard was the flicking of the trigger on your pistol. You weren't all that concerned about sneaking up on the man, but even if you wanted to, it wouldn't matter...he would have to face you sooner or later.

The large wooden door was cracked open, the light tapping of a pen telling you that someone was home, all you had to do was hope that it was your man.

Jeremiah could hear you coming down the hall, considering everyone else had went home hours ago and while he didn't know for sure who it was, he wasn't alarmed. No one could come without a foot of the man without catching a bullet in the skull.

He didn't have anything to lose, so he called out to you in as sweet of a voice as he could muster-

"Please, come in...there's no point to standing in the hall all night" the voice bellowed, it was controlled, and just familiar enough to send a shock down your spine. He sounded so much like him, there was no way Jeremiah wasn't there.

Still, you said nothing as you entered, doing your best to still the movement of your finger, a conscious effort.

The door creaked lightly as you swung it open, your gun already raised to the level of your eye as you took in the sight before you. Jeremiah was just sitting at his desk, looking over what seemed to be plans for the city, something you couldn't give a damn about.

There was a cocky smirk on his lips as he looked you up and down. He'd heard of you and seen you a few times in passing but never had he gotten such a good look. You were beautiful, in a grieving widow sort of manner.

Even now, every cell in your body was screaming for an end but somewhere deep in your mind, you knew it would do no good. Even if you splattered Jeremiah's brains all over the wall, Jerome wasn't going to come back again.

"There you are, why were you hiding from me doll-face?" he cooed, looking at you with that smirk on his face. It didn't seem to matter how many times you told yourself that he wasn't Jerome, it was painful to see him.

At least now he looked different, so that it hurt a little less to look at his face. Before, when he was parading around, pretending to be Xander Wilde, it would have killed you to see him in such a circumstance.

"Don't call me that...you cant, you aren't him" you sigh, the tapping of the trigger starting again, earning a chuckle from Jeremiah. It escaped him how his brother had managed to take care of such an anxious little minx all this time.

You were gorgeous, filling out every inch of the skirt you were wearing but you were weakened with pain. It was a waste as far as the man was concerned. You would make an excellent little companion if he could break you of it.

"Of course, my dear brother, That's what you came to talk about, isn't it pet?" he tries, setting down his pen on the desk. You knew that he was talking down to you, but it didn't matter a bit to you. You were holding the gun after all.

"Forget that, this isn't about him. I can't look at you every time I turn around, it's going to drive me insane" you barked, a little more aggressively than you would have liked. It didn't seem to matter how much control you'd had at the beginning of the conversation.

Your resolve was slipping and Jeremiah had noticed.

"Do not lie to me pet, I can see how much you're hurting but don't you see how much more of an asset you could be by my side?" he asked, talking in circles. The whole encounter was really too much for your body, and you were developing a migraine that was numbing your thought. You had spent so long thinking through everything and trying to deal with all the pain, but nothing seemed to be working. You were out of options and perhaps Jeremiah could help you after all.

It wasn't ideal by any means but Jerome wasn't coming back and if you were going to continue going through life without him, you might as well have a cause to belong to.

"What would you have me do?"

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Only a Glimpse

Jeremiah Valeska x Plus size!reader

Word Count: 1895 words

Warnings: none 

Summary: Reader grew up with the Valeskas. After seeing her on tv, Jeremiah gets in touch with her, through his alter ego “Xander Wilde” then he meets her. 

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You had been inseparable with the Valeska's for quite some time as a child, but as everything in your life, it didn't stay that way for long. Stories of what Jerome used to do to Jeremiah had began surfacing every other day, and before long, Lila decided to send her prized son away in fear for his life.

That was only the beginning of your strife.

You knew that there was no way Jerome was doing all the things that his twin accused him of. You'd known both teens all your life, and no one knew them better than you did.

However, your objections didn't seem to matter to Lila or anyone else in the troop. They were sending Jeremiah away for a better life and you were just going to have to learn to live without him.

It was impossible at first. Jerome's beatings became more frequent and aggressive, and he was lonely. It didn't take long for the two of you to start getting into trouble, just as a way to pass time.

Then Jerome killed Lila, and your lives changed forever but nothing could compare to what you were going to experience the moment a ghost from your past came crawling up from the floorboards...in the form of an email.

It was an email without a subject, send only to you marked urgent. Curiously you opened it to the tale of a man, something oddly familiar about him.

His name was Xander Wilde to the rest of the world, and never could he be known as anything else. You couldn't put your finger on it, but there was something about him that you just couldn't place.

Emailing with him seemed like speaking to an old friend, someone you were connected too deeply and profoundly but couldn't know anymore. For days, the two of you corresponded back and forth.

You considered telling Jerome, briefly. He was your closest friend and your confidant but something about the stranger on the other line told you not to get him involved. Jerome was slowly becoming more and more erratic and unpredictable, not to mention jealous. If he found out about someone else you were talking to, there would be no way to know how he would react.

So you kept it hush hush, answering Xander back and forth, not even questioning what his identity may have been. For all you knew, he was a police officer, and that wasn't the brightest plan considering you were the other half of a crime duo at the moment.

But you didn't care.

Rarely did you think about Jeremiah anymore. It was almost as if he'd never existed. You and Jerome certainly didn't talk about him and after he left the circus, no one else did either.

You had created another life, with a few added secrets along the way. Your most favorite slowly becoming the man called Wilde who tempted your every thought.

It felt as though your souls were connected, as if you'd somehow become part of this person you'd never even seen. There was a strangeness to it as well, and you began to wonder how he'd gotten in touch with you in the first place.

The answer was simple.

Jeremiah was watching the news, he knew what his brother was up to but it wasn't until the GCPD started covering on the mysterious beauty that was seen so often on his brother's arm.

They didn't have your name or anything about you but luckily for Jeremiah, he didn't need any of that. Locked in the deep recesses of his mind, he had all of the information he would ever need about you; he knew your favorite color, your middle name, what you called the first stray animal you'd ever taken in.

It was a sewer rat named Dumpling, that Lila later discovered in your things. She had the strong man break its neck, but before then, you carried that little creature everywhere.

Jerome had threatened to kill them all back then as well but never in a million years did either of you think he'd really do it...had you been wrong.

Jeremiah had been so shocked when he saw you on the television screen the first time. It was only a glimpse of you, standing behind Jerome covered in blood, spouting on about whatever craziness he'd created in his own head.

It was only a glimpse, but it was enough to send all those old feelings pouring back into his mind and being. It was no secret that Jeremiah had always been in love with you, you were wild and free, with so much love for both him and his brother.

You were unlike any other, and Jeremiah was hooked again, just like a drug addict would have been. He knew that he had to get in contact with you but didn't dare break the safe haven he'd created for himself.

Reaching out to you virtually was his only option, and he'd jumped at the chance.

~

You logged onto your computer again, hidden safely from any wondering eyes of the maniax. The last thing you needed was for Jerome to find out that you'd been speaking to someone else behind his back. Not only would he be furious, he'd no doubt be murderous as well.

There was only one email there, from Xander Wilde but still your heart nearly leaped from your chest. There were so many feelings coursing through you just from the very idea of this man that you knew you were in too deep.

No one had ever made you feel like this, at least not since you were very small.

Ignoring any pain from the past, you clicked on the blue link and opened the email. Inside were coordinates, along with a long, detailed paragraph about how Xander was no longer willing to speak to you over the Gotham web  without getting to see you in person.

Jeremiah had been chomping at the bit as he typed out the plan. He wanted to meet you somewhere safe and secluded and there was nowhere more safe than his home.

His email told you that he was going to send a car to pick you up at night, when he knew that Jerome wouldn't be awake to stop you. There was something about the offer that was strange for you...you knew that if you had been a normal, functioning individual, you would have logged off and never spoken to him again-

But you weren't.

Against your better judgement, you began making plans to take Xander up on his offer, all behind Jerome's back. It wasn't a good idea but you had to know who he was.

You waited until dark and snuck out the front door as quietly as possible, careful not to disturb anyone on your way out.

The car came just as you expected, right on time, in the exact spot that it was supposed to be. When you entered, the partition was closed, keeping you from identifying the driver though you didn't really mind.

You couldn't explain it, but for some reason you trusted Xander, and you knew that he'd never do anything to put you in danger. It didn't matter to you what happened from now on, the curiosity was killing you.

The drive to Xander Wilde's compound was long and nerve wracking but not because you were worried about what would happen, you just couldn't wait to communicate with him and finally see who he is.

Before you knew it, you were standing outside a closed door, waiting for Xander to let you in. The driver had walked you to the door in silence and left you there without a single thing about it, so you assumed you were just meant to wait.

And wait you did, until finally it opened.

~

The moment the door was open, it was almost as if you forgot how to function. You didn't know how to breath, and you felt like your chest was going to burst. The man at the door wasn't Xander Wilde at all, because apparently Xander Wilde didn't exist.

The man in front of you was a man you never thought you would see ever again.

"What are you doing here? Did you think that this would be funny?" You asked, fully prepared to walk right out of the building without a single word in his direction. You knew that whatever he had to say, you didn't want to hear.

Jeremiah...

After all this time, Jeremiah thought that he was going to be able to just talk to you under false pretenses after all this time, and everything else he'd ever done. There was no way that was going to fly with you.

You could see how much he was faltering, unprepared for everything that you were feeling. There was no one in the world that knew you better than the Valeskas but in the same breath, you'd changed a lot since childhood, and you knew Jeremiah couldn't handle it.

"I wasn't trying to lie to you Y/N, I just needed to see you, and I knew I couldn't do it with Jerome around" he explained, silently begging you to stay with him. He had worked so hard to get you here, and wouldn't be able to handle it if you left him alone after all of it.

If Jeremiah was being honest with himself, he loved you and was willing to do anything he could to get your attention. It had been years since he'd seen you and he wanted you to understand. Unfortunately, that wasn't going to happen. He could see that all too familiar look in your eyes, that told him that you were upset and unwilling to do anything he asked right now. "Why? Because you ruined his life and caused every beating he'd ever taken?" you bit, trying to process what he was telling you, even though it seemed impossible.

It was the truth, he hurt Jerome and you, and in part, caused his own mother's murder inadvertently.

"I never wanted to do that, you know he's unstable. You matter to me, and as soon as I saw you on the television, I knew I needed to see you again" he hummed, bringing the volume in the room down significantly. There was something in his tone that calmed you a bit, even though you didn't want it to.

As much as you wanted to storm out of the room and never go back, you'd missed Jeremiah and didn't realize how much until right now. There was a time when Jeremiah was your everything, and those feelings never really went away.

"You could have just told me that it was you" you groaned, wrapping your arms around his shoulders to pull him in slowly. It felt so good to feel him against you again, even though you'd both grown and changed significantly.

Jeremiah scoffed at that, letting you go so you could settle back down on the flats of your feet. "I'm in hiding, can you imagine what would happen if Jerome found me?" he questioned, laughing slightly to try and ease the tension.

You could, and now that Jeremiah was back in your life, you only had to hope that he would never find out...so you didn't need to see it for yourself.

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