#don’t worry she’s friends with Jerome she just gets angy sometimes

[jervis-tetch-my-beloved]

[eyfuckyouman]

Jerome Valeska- Homework

The high school that was in Gotham(which had the original name of Gotham High), had a football tournament with a neighbouring school. Julia wasn't exactly what you'd call 'athletic', she didn't participate in any sort of sports clubs of any kind. But she had a keen eye for journalism. She did help to run the school's newspapers and, every year, she, with along a couple other people, designed the yearbooks and other offical stuff like that. Julia was frequently asked by the head of year to go along to one of the matches to really get a detailed overview of what happened. She never did, because she figured she could ask  her friend, Angie, who was a star cheerleader, what went down. But sometimes Angie wasn't very reliable. So she eventually decided to tag along to a game. "Julia, wanna come sit with us on the bus?" Angie asked as her and the football team started to board the iconic yellow school bus. Julia shook her head. "Thanks, but i'm going to the back, catch up on some homework and what-not." She said while pointing to her dark red backpack. Angie looked a little disappointed, but flipped her beach blonde hair back and gave Julia a little smile. "Ok, see ya around. Can't wait for you to see my amazing cheerleading skills!" She joked, but made rather serious eye contact with her. "Yes, yes Angie, i'll write something about the cheerleaders." She assured her friend. "And...?" "And i'll comment on how excellent your kicks are." Julia rolled her eyes while smiling. "Thanks boo!" Angie nuzzled Julia into a hug, Julia looking a little surprised, but patted her back gently. Angie then hopped into the bus to sit with the other cheerleaders. Julia was just about to walk in as well until the footballers of the school shoved pass her, almost knocking her over. She grumbled, pondering whether to make a big deal out of it, but decided against it. She plodded to the back of the bus, and slumped in the uncomfortable chair, sighing, and then pulling out a green textbook. ============================================================================== Julia was so caught up in her work that she couldn't notice the bus being hijacked by the recently let out psychopaths; to be fair, her black beats headphones blasted music in her ear to the maximum, which probably wasn't very smart. Just as she was about to write the word 'the', the book was yanked from her hands and thrown randomly, hitting the head of one of the team. She abruptly looked up, to be met with an unexpected view. Jerome Valeska. One of the murderous psychos that was busted out of Arkham Asylum.  He was a redhead, around the age of Julia, and green/blue eyes, the same ones staring at her paired with a sinister smile. Jerome was scarily close: you could notice the freckles dotted around his cheeks. 'Gingers', she thought rudely. "Well that's just unfortunate, you missed out on the big show." He spoke eerily. Julia couldn't comprehend what he was saying; she paid more attention to the fact that she could probably die. Sweat fell down her forehead in rain-drops. His smile then changed into a frown, and his eyebrows arched. Jerome then got up from his crouched position and threw his hands back. "What, are you not gonna say anything? Come on," he growled, glaring at her like she was a piece of meat,"speak, i dare you." Julia was doing that thing where her throat was spasming, barely being able to breathe. She could almost cry. The way he saw death as if it was nothing. Sickening even. Jerome was starting to get impatient, tapping the tops of the crappy chairs with his fingers, slapping his thighs in a rhythmic way, running a hand awkwardly through his gelled hair. "You're boring. I think i'm just gonna kill you." He said lightheartedly while pulling out his pistol. Julia's eyes widened in shock and she almost screamed "Wait!" To which Jerome had her at gunpoint, with a scowl. And those piercing eyes filled with chaos. It was just then she realised all the cheerleaders and footballers that were handcuffed to the seats with duct tape on their mouths, soaked in gasoline -but strangely with interest in their eyes- were looking at them. How the hell did she miss getting covered in gasoline? And why was she still intact? That's what she'd ask Jerome, even if it did kill her. "Uh... Um, h-how come e-veryone is handcuffed a-and," she paused to regain her composure, "has duct tape over their mouths, but i'm fine?" She breathed heavily: like getting your exam results back. He smiled a coy smile. Not exactly what she expected. He relaxed his eyebrows, which sent an all-clear sign to Julia. He loosened his grip on the pistol. Jerome was about to reply, but then the distinctive sound of police sirens rose as cop cars came into sight on the right. He groaned and muttered in annoyance. But a glint of a good idea sparkled through his eyes. He looked back at Julia, grin as wide as the Cheshire Cat, "who knows? You're coming with me." He demanded. Julia shook her head skittishly but he grabbed her arm and dragged her along. Before she was out of the bus she caught a glimpse of her friend Angie, in the same state as the rest of the people on that bus. Julia saw the worry that filled her eyes. As soon as she stepped out of the bus, the sound of a gun cocking was heard and the feeling of a cool gun was harsh on her temple. She felt a presence behind her grip her by the shoulders and her back touching a chest, which she could only assume it was Jerome's. Julia could feel his breathing on her neck. 'Oh, so he is alive. Thought he was a vampire or something.' "He looks like a male prostitute, what with his suit having black fabric around his crotch looking like a thong." Julia spoke aloud, not realising that her thoughts were spilling to her mouth. "Excuse me?" Jerome pulled her hair to bend her head to the side more and aimed the pistol by her neck. Julia cursed. "Did i s-say that out loud?" She squeaked at him, to which he nodded slowly, and then burst out laughing like a maniac. She gulped, looking ahead to see GCPD cars. No surprise that the men that stepped out of the central car were the Detectives Jim Gordon and Harvey Bullock. They displayed a look of determination while ironically walking uncertainly. Harvey nudged Jim and he said something inaudible for the Maniax and Julia to him. Jim nodded. And Jim looked to the little fiasco with steady hands. "Jerome, release the hostage and the bus now. If you all willingly do so, we can arrange to shorten all of your stays at Arkham. We're only telling you this once." He offered to the Maniax, Jerome scowling. He shuffled around a bit which made Julia's position more unbearably painful than before. It had now come that he had his right arm clutched tightly around her, his nails digging into her forearm. The pistol was still pointed at her neck though. "By how much?" Jerome asked with a sharp intake of breath before. Julia's face grew flustered, but she couldn't pinpoint the reason why. It wasn't because she thought he was attractive, did she? No! No. He was a murderous, crazy ginger. That isn't the best combination that a girl could want. But, he had charisma and charm. That's what any girl would want. "I'm sorry?" Harvey yelled because there was a distance between the sides. Jerome lowered his head and glared daggers. "I said, by how much!" He shouted at them. She could feel the tension growing. Julia was almost certain that some people were going to die today. She felt tears brimming already at the mere thought of it. Jim Gordon stared at them for a bit, then quickly conversed with Harvey before looking back. Harvey stopped him and pushed him gently to the car because he knew that someone was going to fire a gun. Gordon eventually yelled, "six months!" Julia knew that wouldn't have been satisfactory for Jerome, or the rest of the Maniax for that matter. "Ha. Ha ha. Ha ha ha ha. Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!" He continued like that for a minute "Are you kidding me? Six months off a life sentence? Ha!" He bawled, the other three escapees joining in, "you're a joker, Jimbo! Boys?" He looked to them again, halting their chuckles, "Shoot to kill" he orders, and they fire their guns. Jim and Harvey sprint to opposite sides. As Julia witnessed the shattering of a car window, and the outing of a nameless cop, she couldn't bear the situation, couldn't bear the pistol by her jugular, couldn't bear the firm arm wrapped around her. And she lost it. She started to sob and wail and bawl and cry, and Jerome stopped chuckling and gazed at her. "Hey, what's wrong Julia?" He asked softly. If she hadn't been crying, she would've realised that he used her name, even though he never asked. "J-just leave me be! I want to go home! I don't want to die!" She choked out. He slowly took away the pistol from her neck and pulled her back to the doors of the coach. He put his hands on her shoulders and looked at her sincerely. "Hey, don't cry now. Life's a joke and i'm the jester. It doesn't help to be down all the time. Lighten up!" He groveled while Julia just stared at the ground. He looked out into the distance in frustration. 'It was going to take a bit more effort to calm down a wailing woman' he thought. And thought. He didn't quite mind her, even if she was a little nervous. He was quite content with his decision to leave her dry as soon as he first saw Julia tucked away in the corner of the bus. He did like how her wavy ink black hair, no matter how untidy it looked. And he liked how her lime green eyes was in clear contrast with her pale skin, that held an unfortunate amount of acne. Maybe if she would smile like he did she'd look out-of-this-world pretty. He came up with an idea. "Hey!" He exclaimed while moving his hands to her upper arms, "why don't you help me set your school bus in a flame? It could look real gorgeous." Jerome winked. Julia stared at him in horror. She could never do such a thing. Burning the others alight. It was unmentionable, disgraceful, prepost- 'It sounds kinda awesome.' She inwardly thought. "No! I can't and i won't. Im not a killer!" She told Jerome and herself. "Suit yourself. But you're still my hostage, so you can come and watch." He told her as he dragged her again by the forearm to a little corner where a jaggedy trail of gasoline started. He pulled a lighter out of his back pocket, smirking in her direction, and ignited it. Well he tried. It was out of fuel. "Ugh, this is embarassing. Anyone got a light?" He called to the rest of the team. And one of them ran up to him eagerly. He looked frail and harmless, but Julia knew that he was anything but that; He was just shooting the cops. He passed Jerome a ready lighter. She glued her eyes to the flame: when it sparked out of the lighter in Jerome's hands, when it reacted to the gasoline, making a crooked line slowly leading to the bus where the team was trapped. She saw how Jim Gordon desparately sprinted to the bus. Jerome threw the lighter to the side, and grabbed her hand. "We're going!" He said excitedly, rushing to the van he came in, she assumed. "But-but I can't leave! There are people in there!" She cried to Jerome as she was pushed in the seat of the van. "Yeah, but did ya really care about 'em anyways?" He merely slammed the door in her pleading face. She tried to escape but he had thought one step ahead and locked the car until he could get in. She bashed the door helplessly. "Wow, you should maybe put your seatbelt on. Wouldn't want to break your beautiful face, would we?" He climbed in while she rested her head on the door. "Didn't even let me finish writing my word." She spat at him. He cackled loudly and placed a kiss on her cheek as she sat back up. And, much to her dismay, she blushed. Yeah it's not very fluffy or smutty sorry. I just felt like a retake if somebody was there that Jerome fancied. Ha i think im a good writer :3