#gotham jeremiah valeska

[sunflowerrosewood]

He Has a Nightmare HC~ Gotham Boys

Author's Note: Since my other account @cheekyredwillow got deleted. I am adding some of my favorite fanfictions to this account and revamping this one with new ones. I hope to make an actual list of fandoms I am still a fan of! NO requests for the time being.

Warnings: cursing, mentions of killing, nothing too graphic.

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Jim Gordon 

~Jim has dealt with so much shit

~Between going after villains to dealing with the PD

~So when you two fell asleep one night

~He had a nightmare you were killed by multiple Gotham villains

~You don't notice he has a nightmare until you feel cold

~When Jim is sitting in the kitchen nursing something to drink

~But not facing the bedroom

~You have to come up from behind

~And hug him tight

~He will probably jump 

~But he melts in your embrace 

~He wont tell you want happened

~But he will allow to be vulnerable 

~And allow you to just mumble in a sleepy voice all the reasons you love him

Edward Nygma

~Edward didn't have nightmares often

~But seemed to have them after being in Arkham

~Then escaping to home

~You would only know when you heard him arguing with himself

~That he shouldn't wake you up

~That this makes him useless

~As you could hear him mutter these things

~Pull him down to the bed

~So you can cuddle into him

~And promise that you'll always be there

~Both sides will melt

~And he'll tell you about the nightmare 

~So you'll understand his pain

Oswald Cobblepot 

~Oswald had nightmares often

~And you usually knew

~The reason is that he talked in his sleep and would hold onto you tight

~You would feel his hands tighten

~And whimpers fall out of his lips

~You’ll probably have to wake him up

~Just to let him know that he is not alone

~He will be sweaty and his heart racing

~But as long as you kiss his lips

~And squeeze his hand

~Oswald will calm down

~Go get a washcloth to help him cool off

~And intertwine your hands before you fall back asleep

Jonathan Crane

~Nightmares plague his head all the time

~And it isn’t because it is his fault

~It usually has to do with his father

~And another person that you will know when he wakes up

~Because he gets as far away from you

~He is shaking in fear 

~It’s usually when he does not consume himself in fear

~But appears in his nightmare

~Allow him to slowly calm down on his own

~He’ll immediately climb back into bed 

~Because he needs to feel you by his side

~Usually he falls asleep slowly after

Jervis Tech

~Jervis usually has nightmares that his Alice runs away

~You ran away because he harms you

~Jervis is one of the ones who will wake you up

~Just to make sure you are real

~And still loves him

~Before you get tired again, you’ll notice the fear in his eyes

~Whisper to him how much you love him

~And kiss his cheek 

~Before cuddling into his chest which calms him down

Victor Zsasz

~Victor wont show he has nightmares 

~You usually know when you wake up

~And he’s sitting in the shared bathroom just staring

~No emotions are shown

~But you know what is going on

~So you’ll have to go in

~And kneel where you look up at him

~He won't say anything

~He’ll just pull you into his lap

~And holds you tight 

~Just the silent of the night is going to be heard

~Victor will pick you up and bring you back to bed

~Usually it takes just that before the two of you fall asleep

~Victor will probably mention his nightmare later on in the week

~When he is ready

Jeremiah Valeska

~Even after the spray, Jeremiah still gets nightmares

~It happens to be about him almost killing you

~And he’ll wake up to you being sound asleep

~He’ll touch your arm

~And sigh 

~Usually you know something happened because he’ll be in the lab

~Bent over

~And probably throwing things in anger

~When you ask him what’s wrong

~You’ll see the anger turn to worry

~An emotion you do not see often

~And Jeremiah will walk over to you to hold you tight

~Demanding you wont leave him

~Even though you never thought that way

~It’s feeling you near him that causes him to want to go back to bed with you

Jerome Valeska

~Jerome did not have nightmares too often

~He was awake in the middle of the night usually

~But when he did fall asleep and had nightmares

~He was similar to Oswald by holding you tighter against him

~But you would still be asleep 

~Until you feel him kissing your face and neck while rubbing your hip

~When you slowly wake up, Jerome will kiss you lips and grin

~Usually you wouldn’t ask much

~Until you watch his grin falter

~That’s when you touch his face

~And kiss him softly till Jerome makes you fall back into his chest

~Once the two of you hit the bed, he’ll still be rubbing your arms or hips

~But you’ll hear him yawn

~He falls asleep pretty quick

[meekydeeks]

watching season 2 of criminal minds and iwas so excited for episode 6, when isaw cameron monaghan in the opening credits because, iloved him in shameless

and when ifirst saw him iwas all like awww look how baby he is 🥹

only for him to end up being the unsub 😧

like erm HELLO mini jerome valeska in the making

[vigiluv]

Help, i have a chronic obsession with nerdy and weird mfs

[tampire]

Jeremiah being chummy with Thomas Wayne in Gotham / Joker getting punched by Thomas Wayne

[sqreamunson]

me after spending my entire day reading Gotham smuts :

[awa444]

To think I used to be the handsome one

[sixyellow]

WIP I lost motivation midway.

[margonika00]

Bruce, when? Always x)

[cowchickenbeefpork]

Gotham lps headcanons…

Hope you enjoyed the suffars of my labor here…..idk if I’ll do more since this took way too much time than it needed to take…

[yourlocaldcbitxh]

How I think Gotham characters would reach to you being overstimulated

Brought to you by me being overstimulated

Warnings: Overstimulation due to whatever reason, maybe some self harm (scratching of arms or forgetting to eat), mentions of someone getting shot

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Immediate reaction is confusion

Why are you not speaking? Why are you rocking back and forth scratching down your arms?

Probably stands there for a moment before asking you to “stop whatever it is you’re doing” while waving his hands

Doesn’t realize that you can’t hear him until he just stands there saying your name (ex: Edward, Edward, Edward-)

Then he goes into panic mode

Buzzing around you wondering what wrong and how he can help

Settles with glass of water, absolute silence and him sitting there, making sure to get ice for your arms or whatever you need or want after

The type of guy to shoot anyone who walks in and then profusely apologize for the loud noise

Like a 7/10 when he gets his shit together

Pre Riddler

He understands and had anything you could need

Weighted blankets, headphones, snacks you name it he has it

Will let you sit in his apartment or lab for as long as you need

Will get a little distressed if you end up scratching yourself or anything like that

Will walk over and gently grab your hands, apologizing for touching you but saying he doesn’t want you hurt

Will sit with you or leave you alone

Another guy who gives you anything you need

10/10 would recommend

Post Riddler

Gentler than one might think

Technically he is still Ed and is in his body so he knows overstimulated when he sees it

Had the same things as Ed but is a lot less nice about giving them to you

Kind of just hands them to you and walks back to whatever he was doing

Another one who will leave you alone or sit with you if you need it (he will complain about being busy)

Will not care if you scratch yourself

May look at you strangely for a moment but will not comment

Will clean them after if they’re deep though

6/10 kind of disinterested but he’s there

Looks at you strangely for a moment before sitting next to you and asking what you need

If you can’t speak he will simply guess

Essentials are water, blanket, food, soft music or silence

Will not touch you unless asked or signaled to

He runs cold though so beware if he is shirtless or pants less

Will hold you in his arms if you’re scratching yourself in kind of like a bear hug

Refuses to let you hurt yourself

Big on that (hypocrite)

All in all like 8/10 he’s great but can be a little rough with the grabbing

Barbara the queen that she is will order everyone out immediately

Puts a blanket near you to grab if you want and gets some water

Doesn’t ask questions but kind of does the Hand movements asking “stay or go” and you can decide one or two

Definitely has flash cards made she is mother

Another one who would shoot anyone who dares make fun of you or makes a noise

She won’t touch you on purpose but will probably touch you out of instinct

Just move away if you need she won’t take (much) offense (just explain after)

All in all 9/10 we love her

Nice about it

But has no idea what the fuck he is doing at all

Kind of just, stands there and looks at you and walks away to get a glass of water before leaving

Will panic and grab you very roughly if you start scratching yourself

Doesn’t really process the fact that he is making it worse probably

After that he just kinda… leaves

Comes back with food after and says sorry but is still clueless

Explain to him cause he does wanna help but is dogshit at it

4/10 teach him

Another man who doesn’t know what’s happening

“Want a drink” (he means whiskey)

Gets food and water and that’s about it

Totally just freezes when you scratch yourself and kind of just…. Lets you I guess

Internally man is beating himself up

But on the outside he just sits with you to make sure you don’t die

And gives you things you ask for

He’s like that clueless dad who needs to learn but won’t or can’t

Totally a pacer and just walks in circles

3/10 help him (if he can be) he means well

This man does not know the word overstimulated

He is going at all times

Nothing is too loud or too much or too bright

He is the fucking sun for god sakes

Will simply keep talking when he sees you freaking out (jerk)

Covering your ears is a good way to shut him up because usually you listen to him

He won’t know what do to at first but turns down the lights and tries not talk too much (mildly fails)

Blanket and water are a must and he sets them besides you

Another grabber when you’re scratching

“That’s my job sweetheart”

Smells good and is warm so that’s a good plus

5/10 loud but he’s trying

Quiet and respectful

A man of science so he knows what is happening and how to deal with it

Gets you water, a dark room, silence and headphones, and leaves or sits with you while working

He is busy but he cares

A gentle grabber who lets you know he’s gonna touch you

“I’m going to hold your hands if you don’t stop hurting yourself doll”

Surprisingly kind and gentle but that’s because he knows what it’s like to be ignored and not cared for

10/10 for the insane man

[dsoqueerious]

been working on these for almost a week now... LET ME OUT (creds to @the_angler_mann on twt for the concept/text etc. on the top right) you can check out the polished zooms under the cut and my rambling

[+] jerome and jeremiah doodle is meant to be them working together instead of jerome meeting his fate (still gasses miah though, what can i say they have a tumultuous relationship) & the song he's singing is Bohemian Rhapsody i do think he would rub in their mother's death for the funny [+] jeremiah fiddling with the tie is meant to be representative of him stimming! it will always upset me that we didn't get to see them working together more extensively before the spray, obviously the creation of the initial generator took a long time (then there's the bulk mass-production they did at Wayne Enterprises) but instead we get a jumpcut... mourning not being able to see more scenes of pre-spray jeremiah though if i had it my way half the show would be about jeremiah regardless so perhaps i shouldn't have a say in the matter [+] arkham!miah is from a concept where bruce tries to reverse the effects of the insanity gas - there is no universe where jeremiah would be kept in arkham unless it was some way voluntary imo (like him lying in wait for 10 years for bruce's return) [+] memes made by me :] you can probably tell because they're super shoddy, thank you pinterest for the bases

[cursedmilky]

Hiiii DC fandom, i came with Jeremiah (not Joker!!!)

[aeternal-nightmare]

This is what's happening inside my brain rn

[rowinablx]

Suicide Squad // Gotham // Joker 2 Folie a Deux

Joker and Harley Quinn

Jeremiah and Ecco

Arthur Fleck and Harleen Quinzel

[scentofmint]

[frost-queen]

Circus lights (Reader x Jeremiah & Jerome ft. Bruce)

Requested by: @chaand-sitara, Forever tag: @missmelodramatic, @floatlosers, @alex–awesome–22 @merlieve, @queen-of-books, @glimmering-darling-dolly , @denkisclown, @wildiefleur , @meyocoko , @subjecta13-thefangirl , @m-rae23 , @harleyquinnswifeyfrfr , @melsunshine , @panhoeofmanyfandoms , @venomsvl , @the-uncoordinated-house-cat , @rosecentury , @evilcr0ne , @vviolynn , @niktwazny303 , @avada-kedrava-bitch-187, @erikasurfer , @slythetic , @p0nycurtis , @eliscannotdance

Summary: Reader is a sick rich kid that loves to go to the circus. Yet no one wants to befriend her till the Valeska twins do. Yet one faithful day changed their days of fun. Jeremiah was send away and Reader's ilness didn't allow her to come anymore. Angering both the Valeska brothers. Years later you return to Gotham, staying with Bruce till the Valeska's find their way back to you.

The entrance was the jolliest you had ever seen. All bright lights illuminating the darkening skies. Carnaval music and bells ringing from all around the park. With a gleam in your eyes, you couldn’t wait to enter. Holding your ticket very firmly in your hand. The guard that was holding your hand firm, stepped up to the ticket booth. – “Tickets please.” – a young man with a stripey shirt asked.

You curled up a smile, proudly holding your ticket up. He reached his arm out through the small gap, taking your ticket. It got two puncture holes, laying it away. He then gestured for your hand, holding a stamp. You happily showed your hand, watching as it got stamped with a cartoon clown’s face.

The guard tugged on your hand as the young man cleared his throat. – “What?” – the guard asked. The young man looked down at his hand, hinting he needed a stamp as well. – “Must I really?” – the guard asked, looking behind him to his colleagues. Some of them were snickering. – “All visitors must have a stamp.” – the young man made clear. The guard let go of your hand with a loud sigh.

Pulling his sleeve back to receive a stamp. He took your hand with a grunt, pulling you under the archway into the park. The young man whistled the others over with a cheeky smile. Showing his stamper at them. They all groaned, going in line to receive one. Your eyes gleamed even more as you saw younglings around your age run around.

Holding balloons and eating popcorn. – “Alright miss, have fun, we’ll be close.” – the guard spoke, searching his pocket for a round of tickets. He handed them to you. – “When will father be here?” – you asked. – “Later.” – the guard responded, giving you a slight push to set off. You hesitantly went forwards, wondering when your father would join you. He had promised to come along with you to the circus. A promise was a promise. The guard took a few steps back to give you some space.

The sounds of the carnival drawing your attention away as the memory of your father faded to the back. You ran towards a balloon stand as it was the first thing you wanted. Seeing so many kids and younglings walk around with them. You wanted one too to fit in. – “Good evening young lady, interested in a balloon?” – a dashing chap said. He also wore a stripey shirt and matching hat with it. You nodded.

“You’ve come to the right place, we have balloons in all sorts of colours.” – the man said moving all dancey. It made you laugh, finding him funny. – “I want a red one.” – you spoke, going for a classic. You looked over your shoulder to the guard, pointing at the balloon. He came closer, paying the man. Unable to control your excitement, you received your red balloon. – “Have a bouncy day young miss.” – the man waved goodbye, taking his hat off with a wide smile. The guard tied the balloon around your wrist so you wouldn’t lose it.

Turning around, you were looking around for what was next. There were a group of kids your age gathered around. You ran over to it, wanting to see for yourself. – “What are you looking at?” – you asked, getting on the tips of your toes to see. Trying to overlook the older kids of sixteen and older. They wouldn’t move as you needed a new plan.

You bend through your knees, pushing yourself a way through. Elbowing their bodies aside to clear a path to squeeze through. You reached the front, straightening yourself once more. There your eyes widened with delight. A little monkey was jumping around on a cart. The man with it, turning a handle for music to hear.

It easily got boring as you drifted off. Following some other kids, they stopped at a throwing ball booth. You watched as they gave a ticket to the woman behind it. You came to their side to join them. – “Hi.” – you said all cheery in an attempt to make friends. – “Go away.” – the boy called out, pulling an arm around his sister to keep her away from you.

Hurt, you turned around to leave. There were other kids heading for the mirror palace as you followed them. Keeping your distance, but remaining close. One of the girls noticed it, whispering to her friends. They looked back at you as well. – “Hi…” – you said ending with a cough. The girl and her friends nodded before scrambling off. Each running away in a different direction that you couldn’t keep up. Sighing soft, you gave up trying to make friends.

It was clear to you that no one wanted to have you around. You started drifting away from the main path. Sitting on a barrel by one of the tents. Looking saddened down at your hands. The red balloon still up in the air near your head. Wiping your nose, you sniffed loud. A few more coughs came as you didn’t held them in. At this moment you wanted your father to comfort you.

To care for you like your mother did so many years ago. She would always comfort you. Being a sick kid wasn’t the most fun, but she made the most of it. Ever since her passing, it was as if your father couldn’t handle it. Distancing himself from you and using his guards to ‘parent’ you around.

“The fun is that way.” – you heard a boy’s voice say. It made you gasp loud, looking up. A shy boy with glasses stood before you. Slowly pushing his glasses further up his nose. – “I know…” – you replied with a soft sigh. The boy looked around for any of your parents. – “Are you here alone?” – he asked. – “You can say that.” – you responded. – “Jeremiah!” – another boy’s voice came through.

You got startled by another boy bumping hard against the other one. The popcorn he was holding, decorating the ground. You watched them, they were very much alike. Brothers. Twins. The one without glasses pulled Jeremiah under his armpit to tease him with a head rub. Jeremiah protested in every way. The moment the other boy noticed you, he stopped.

Jeremiah straightened his clothing as the other one approached you. – “What is a pretty girl like you doing all alone?” – he said trying to sound more mature than he was. It made you laugh. – “Jerome.” – he introduced himself, holding his hand out. – “Y/n.” – you answered shaking it. – “I’m Jeremiah.” – the other one pitched in, wanting to be included.

The boys were still waiting for an answer as you sighed soft. – “Nobody wants to play with a sick child like me.” – you told them. – “Are you ill?” – Jeremiah asked concerned. You nervously nodded. – “Nothing contagious, my body isn’t just as strong as others.” – you further informed them. Jerome puffed loud. – “Let them be idiots!” – he scolded at the others not wanting to befriend you.

Jeremiah nodding beside him. Jerome took you by the wrist, pulling you off the barrel. – “Come we’ll show you all the great places.” – before you knew it you were dragged along. Jeremiah following close by. Jerome lead you to one of the larger tents. – “Are… are we even allowed in here?” – you asked as they didn’t go through the main entrance. – “We are.” – Jeremiah told you.

Jerome opened the flap, fitting through with you. Sneaking up closer, he pulled you down behind some of the crates. – “What if someone sees us.” – you whispered to him. Jerome shushed you, taking you by the chin and forcing you to look in a direction.

You gasped loud. Eyes lingering on a cage with sleeping lions in it. – “Are… are they going to perform?” – you asking keeping your voice low. – “Not yet.” – Jeremiah answered setting his hands on your shoulders, hovering over you to have a look for himself. – “They need some more training, but soon they will.” – Jerome informed you. – “I want to be there when they do.” – you spoke with adoration.

Jerome tugged on your wrist once more, leading you out of the tent. Your balloon bouncing in the air with your movement. Outside you rarely thought back of the guards that must be searching the entire circus for you. Let them. The Valeska twins were able to give you free food. They knew all the knacks for winning prices at the booths.

After a while, you started to feel weaker. Worn down from running around from place to place. Yet there was one attraction you needed to do. – “Come Y/n!” – Jeremiah called out. He paused, seeing how you were faltering behind. Needing to use every might to push your feet forwards.

Jeremiah jogged over to you, taking you by your shoulders to prevent you from falling forwards from exhaustion. – “Are you alright Y/n?” – he asked. – “I…I am fine…” – you breathed out with a hard swallow. Coughing as you nearly lost control of your balance. Jeremiah held onto you to prevent it. – “We can stop if you like.” – he offered. You quickly shook your head.

“One more ride.” – you told him with a worn out smile. – “One more ride.” – he whispered back. Jeremiah turned himself around. Offering his back to you. You wrapped your arms around his neck as he set you on his back. With you on his back, he ran a bit to catch up with his brother.

You had laid your head down on his shoulder. Arms dangling over his shoulders. Needing a breather. Jeremiah caught up with Jerome. – “Y/n.” – Jeremiah said making you lift your head up. Dazzling lights flickering in your vision. It made you blink a few times to unblur the lights. Now they were clear. A Ferris wheel standing tall and mighty.

Jerome helped you off his brother’s back. They both helped you onto the Ferris wheel. Sitting each at a side from you. The wheel got in motion, taking you higher and higher. Till you could overlook the entire circus. Making you gasp in delight at how wonderous Gotham was from above. You reached the ground once more.

You just got off when a group of your guards came running over. Panting loud. – “There you are miss.” – one of them said. Someone else spoke into a walkie, letting others know you were found. They noticed how worn out you were. Sweat on your forehead. One of them ran over to you, picking you up.

Jerome and Jeremiah coming after them to stay close to you. – “We’ll get you home soon miss.” – the guard said. – “We staid here too long.” – another one spoke. Jerome started to get angry feeling as if they were blaming them. His brother held him back by his arm to not interfere. – “Take care Y/n.” – Jeremiah called out to you. – “Please come back!” – Jerome shouted.

“I will!” -they heard you respond. Promise made, promise kept. You returned to the circus, more times than ever. Always hanging out with the Valeska brothers as they became close friends of yours. You went as most as you could, till your visits dimmed out.

Unable to get to the circus due to your illness wearing you more and more down. Barely having the strength to take a full lap around the house. Drastic matters had to be made. You weren’t allowed to go out any longer.

“No!” – Jeremiah shouted loud. Being handled by two men. His mother standing by her caravan. Jerome pushed her aside to reach his brother. He tripped, falling to his knees. With tears in his eyes, he watched them drag his brother away. He turned his head, looking with fury at his mother. – “You can’t send him away!” – Jerome called out. His mother wouldn’t care.

“It’s already bad enough I need to feed your mouth too.” – was the only thing she said. - “Mother!” – Jeremiah begged tears streaming down his face. – “I have to stay… I have to… Y/n…” – he said trying to fight off the men, but they were stronger than him. All the struggling made his glasses fall down. One of them men stepped unknowingly on it. – “Tell Y/n I’ll come find her.” – he shouted at his brother.

Their mother made a dismissive gesture. Jeremiah shouted in anger, trying to fight his way out. They shoved Jeremiah in a car. He didn’t leave without kicking and shouting at the door for a way out. The car riding off. Jerome got up, spurting towards the broken glasses of his brother. He picked them up, all muddy.

He blinked curious when he noticed a figure approach him. He recognized him from many visits. One of your guards. – “Is Y/n here?” – was his first response. For almost a year you had been visiting the circus. Perhaps there was some joy to this dreadful day. The man didn’t show any reaction. – “There will be no more visits.” – he let out. Jerome’s happiness was drained.

His hand clenched into a fist. – “You are lying.” – he let out. – “She’s not coming to this stupid circus anymore.” – he reminded him with a clear warning. Jerome became angry, giving the man a hard push. It barely did anything. Angered and heartbroken, he took a run for it. Not only his brother had left, but you as well. Making him wonder what life was good for.

Seasons past as did the years. It felt strange to return to Gotham, but it was home. – “Y/n.” – hearing your name made you turn your head. Bruce entered the room handing you a cup of warm tea. You accepted it, eying the fireplace once more. Bruce came sitting with you with his own cup. You smiled politely back at him. It was very funny actually.

When you younger you didn’t want to hang out with Bruce. Whenever your parents dragged you along to social gatherings, he was there as well. Your parents would nudge you to play with him. Yet with the 3 years apart, at that time you thought he was too young to play with. He seemed like a mere baby in your eyes. Now that you have grown, those feelings have flourished away.

He had offered you to stay with him as you settled back in Gotham. The first thing you did after your return was search for the circus, only to find out it was gone. No sign of Jerome or Jeremiah to be found. Feeling alone, you came knocking on Bruce’s door. Leading to you settling in.

“I’m really pleased you have returned to Gotham and are all well.” – Bruce spoke. You hummed loud in your cup before taking a sip. – “I just wish you didn’t have to leave Gotham for it.” – he continued turning his posture more towards you. You moved your cup down on your lap, turning more to him as well. – “If I staid, I probably wouldn’t have gotten better.” – you responded.

“True.” – Bruce answered placing a hand on your knee. You smiled politely back at him. Bruce removed his hand from your knee. The door rang as it made you quirk your eyebrows up. – “Are you expecting someone?” – you asked him. Bruce shook his head. Bruce knew Alfred would open up to see who it was. Yet when he heard a commotion.

The sound of a person falling over something, made him get up. – “Alfred?” – he said concerned. Moving a bit closer to the door. Bruce held his hand out to you to stay put. He moved closer to the door, standing in front of it. It was deadly silent till a few knocks on the door startled him.

Bruce looked over his shoulder to you. Ushering to you to hide. You set the cup of tea down, getting out of the sofa to crouch out of sight down. Bruce took a deep breath before opening the door. It barely moved as it got pushed open, making Bruce stumble a bit back. – “Brucey!!” – a man’s voice said teasingly. – “What are you doing here?” – Bruce answered with clear disgust.

“Alfred!” – he then shouted. – “Yeah, your butler is taking a nap on the floor.” – the person replied. Bruce glared back at him. – “A little birdy told me Y/n is here.” – hearing your name made you get up. Eyes widening at Jerome. You caught his attention. – “Y/n!” – he said opening his arms to you. Tearing up, you ran over to him.

Jumping into his arms. Jerome wrapped his arms tightly around you, swaying you back and forth in his grip. – “I’m so sorry.” – you cried out. Apologizing for disappearing so suddenly. Not that you had a say in it. The only power you had over them was to deliver the message to the Valeska boy’s.

“There, there.” – Jerome said patting you on your head. It made you laugh between the tears. Bruce cleared his throat, arms crossed. Glass breaking interrupted the moment. It made you and Jerome pull apart. A figure landing through the window. – “Jeremiah!” – you called out in joy. – “So I came to the right place.” – he panted out.

You ran to him, leaping into his arms. Jeremiah lifted you up, holding you tight. Setting your feet back down, he started kissing your cheek. – “Hey!” – Jerome said with jealousy. – “Not even I get a kiss from you brother.” – he laughed out. – “Alright enough!” – Bruce let out.

Jeremiah and you parted, but he kept an arm around you. Not wanting to let you go so easily. – “You can’t just barge in my house!” – Bruce made clear. Jeremiah looked over his shoulder. – “Relax Wayne I’ll pay for your window.” – Jeremiah spoke. Bruce sighed loud, shaking his head. Jerome jumped over the sofa to get closer to you as well.

Jerome took your hand, leading you to the sofa. Each Valeska brother sitting at a side. – “Sure make yourself comfortable.” – Bruce spoke with irritation. – “I couldn’t find the circus when I returned.” – you told them. – “Yeah that ship has sailed a long time ago.” – Jerome informed you.

“Well perhaps I should tell you now than that I am cured.” – you told them. It was something you were dying to tell them ever since you got back. – “That is wonderful Y/n.” – Jeremiah said giving you a kiss on the cheek afterwards. Jerome gave his brother a slight push.

Giving you a kiss on the cheek afterwards as well. – “Are you ever going to leave?” – Bruce wanted to know. – “Brucey, can’t you see the adults are talking.” – Jerome said tauntingly waving him away. It made Bruce scoff. Coming to sit in one of the chairs to keep a close eye on them till Alfred awoke once more.

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