#jeremiah valeska x ecco

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“Come home to me.”

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Gotham Masterlist

♥︎Ed Nygma/The Riddler

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♥︎Oswald Cobblepot/The Penguin

Yandere Headcanons (Coming Soon)

♥︎Jerome Valeska

Yandere Jerome x Skittish!Reader (Coming Soon)

♥︎Jeremiah Valeska

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♥︎Jervis Tetch

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♥︎Victor Zsasz

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♥︎Barbara Kean

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♥︎Tabitha Galavan

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♥︎Ecco

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Feel free to ask about other characters!

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A Good Morning

[Post-Spray Jeremiah x Batsis Reader] This is part two of this.

Ecco checked every hour on y/n. It was six when she regained consciousness, but only blankly stared at the wall and was unresponsive. It was clear to Ecco that she was lucid as she watched her face flicker from one emotion to the other while talking to her. She must have been in shock the blonde woman figured and didn't pester her too much.

Ecco went to the kitchen and started cooking breakfast for y/n. After everything y/n went through yesterday, she must be hungry. It's not every day that someone is forced into captivity. Once she finished cooking, she put everything on the wooden breakfast tray. As she walked towards the guest room y/n was locked in, she looked at little stickers on the tray.

The breakfast tray wasn't Jeremiah's, it was y/n's. She often brought it with her when staying over and it ended up being left here. It had little stickers of colorful, sparkly hearts placed all over the wooden tray. She'd always wake up to make breakfast for everyone. She'd always walked to his room with the tray to find out he was in the study working all night. Leading the couple to argue while Ecco munched on her toast.

Those arguments were light, squabbles really. Nothing serious and voices were never raised. Ecco has a feeling that those days are far behind them now. Not that she blames y/n.

Stopping at the door Ecco knocked before unlocking it. She received no response, but it's not like she expected or needed one. It was just common courtesy to let y/n know someone was entering. When Ecco opened the door she expected to see y/n to still lying on her side in bed.

But was instead greeted by a floor lamp to the face. y/n whacked Ecco with a surprising amount of strength that almost made her fall over. Ecco didn't think she had it in her, it could've been the adrenaline and desperation to get out. The tray was dropped with a thud that was followed by a crash from the glass plates and cup breaking from the sudden impact.

The [hair color] haired woman swung the lap pole at Ecco again, but she grabbed it before it even got close to her. She opened her mouth to say something to y/n. What exactly? She wasn't sure, just something to get y/n stop before she actually had to restrain her. Unfortunately, Ecco couldn't get a word out as y/n kicked her stomach. The force of the kick sends Ecco stumbling into the hallway and pushes her back against the wall.

y/n stepped over the broken glass plates. She wasn't sure if she had stepped on some glass or not. She might have since her legs were a bit shaky. It didn't though, she needed to get out.

Not feeling merciful this morning, y/n gave Ecco another wack across her face with the lamp before running down the hall. Each time Ecco was hit, it felt like it was almost personal because the second had a lot more power behind it. Ecco quickly got back on her feet and chased down y/n. It wasn't hard to tell where she was going because of the little trail of red she left behind with each step.

It wasn't like she got far in the first place. Ecco didn't even have to take her down or anything as her condition did all the work. She was double over having another coughing fit and clutching her chest. Hearing all the noise Jeremiah came out of his study. He gave Ecco a glare before ordering her to get the cuffs while he attended to y/n.

y/n was put back in the room that she had tried to escape from. She wore a defeated face that slightly shimmered with determination through her eyes. As Jeremiah handcuffed her to the bedpost, she thought of what to say but thought silence might be the best option. Just before Ecco could sit at the bottom of the bed to take care of the glass in y/n's foot, he ordered her to leave.

Ecco could practically hear y/n sharply inhale after hearing the words leave his mouth. She almost felt bad for y/n as she left the room. That little determination in those [eye color] eyes shifted to fear.

Jeremiah wasn't harshly holding her leg down as he pulled out the little bits of glass from her sole with tweezers. He wasn't cursing her out, berating her for actions. No, his touch was soft. It could even be called loving though she's not sure that's a word that should be used. Did he love her? She wondered, disregarding their years of dating to remember what happened yesterday. Remembering how just months ago he was normal. He looked normal, he acted normal because he was normal.

That toxin, spray, gas— whatever it was, was the corporate behind this all. They'd promised to never hide anything from one another. So when he fearfully explained how he started having these intrusive thoughts of extreme violence, she tried to book him to a psychiatric hospital. The first time that idea was brought up he brushed it off believing that it was temporary.

Leading her to ask the question, "You would hurt me?" The alarmed look on his face and how he earnestly explained that he never thought nor do such a thing. Of course, she believed him. She used to take his words as gospel. Maybe he did love her at that moment, but what about now?

She almost wished he was yelling at her because she wouldn't have to fill the silence with her thoughts. Just as he started bandaging her foot, she broke the unnerving silence with a question.

"Are you going to kill me?"

He stopped for a moment and gave her a perplexed look as if she asked the dumbest question. She would have felt embarrassed by his reaction, but she felt like this was a legitimate question to ask right now. With everything that had happened, she wasn't sure what to expect from him.

"If I wanted you dead I would have let Jerome have you." His cold voice gave no type of comfort.

"Why are you doing this? I know we–" y/n stopped wondering if he remembered yesterday. It couldn't be possible for him to be blackout drunk, right? He didn't stumble over himself, slur his words, or start a drunken ramble. Maybe just a bit tipsy.

"I was confronting you about your heart failure," Jeremiah said as he put everything back into the first aid kit, "But I should have done this a while ago. We both know that there's a risk each time you go back to Gotham. It's the capital of crime with psychotic people like Jerome roaming the streets. I can't have you being in that hellhole any longer, especially when you're getting worse."

"You could have told me about your concerns and I would have understood. I would have stayed if you wanted me to."

He rolled his eyes and snickered, "You would? Forget about trying to prove I'm crazy with the blood test and just stay here with me. Then we'd live happily ever after. y/n, I thought we wouldn't lie to each other." She pursed her lips at the sarcastic tone. Then he suddenly shifted from sarcastic to hurt.

"You've been lying about your health and about how you trust me. You still think I'm insane when I haven't done anything to justify that thinking. I don't what else you could have been lying about. Have you been lying when you say I love you? I know I haven't y/n. I've been the only honest person here."

"No! I- ugh…" y/n threw her head back in frustration. The problem was that he was mostly right. There had been no solid evidence of him being insane until now. The only thing she had at the time was his slight behavioral change. Keeping the fact that she was running out of time because of her heart failure a secret was selfish. She'll admit that and the only reason she didn't say anything was because it was easier to ignore.

It felt better to ignore the sand trickling down the hourglass and act like everything was normal. Ignoring any emotional turmoil must be a Wayne trait. It had worked until the symptoms became more noticeable.

Of course, it had to be the person she cared about the most to find out. She couldn't bring it up with Jeremiah because he was always on the verge of an anxiety attack whenever a door was opened. Then aftermath of the gas made it clear that she shouldn't bring it up. She was the main she he ended up like this. Jerome lured him out by threatening her life and she should have just told him to save himself. She'd be dead in a few months anyway.

There was a burning sensation in y/n's eyes that she tried to blink away. Her heart was pounding harder and she curled in her lips, trying to stifle any sounds because she knew what was happening. It was so easy to upset her with a negative tone. Even if it wasn't directed towards her it still made her a bit upset. Having Jeremiah express his disappointment in her tore her heart.

The first tear didn't have to fall for him to start saying comforting words and having both of his hands hold the sides of her face. Saying the prettiest of lies about how everything was going to be okay and that he was going to take care of everything. Knowing fully well he was lying y/n indulged herself in those lies. It was what she wanted to hear in this distressing moment.

She's not sure, but she's sure she saw him smile a bit. Seeing how much power he has over her must have been amusing. Or it could have been that he was reminded that she really didn't have anyone else to run to. It's always been him and her, and nothing was going to change that.

"I love you," Jeremiah said looking at her with those unnerving green eyes. Any and all semblance of blue was long gone.

He waited for y/n's predictable response. "I love you too." He gave what could have been a genuine smile but it looked too crooked. Anything else y/n tried to say or ask was ignored as he got up and left without another word. Finally being alone y/n rested her head against the headboard and stared blankly at the white ceiling. Wondering what the hell she was going to do.

Things couldn't get any worse.

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Fieldwork #firstday (chapter 11 'His student')

(Not my gif, credit to the owner)

Pairing: (dark) professor!Jeremiah Valeska X student!Reader

Warnings: meeting, field work, obsession, thinking at dirty things, suggestive content

Words: 1184

Summary: Jeremiah meets his student for the first day of their field work.

Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. This is chapter 10 of the series 'His student'. Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6. Part 7, Part 8, Part 9 , Part 10. Sorry if it took me so long!

On the day they began fieldwork together Jeremiah gave her an appointment at the company for which he was doing some project work so as not to arouse suspicion by inviting her immediately to his apartment.

The company was called 'Meyer and Hayes,' it was a structural engineering company perfect for a first start and fieldwork. 

Y/n showed up there on time, wearing different clothes than she normally wore looking more serious and suitable to make a good impression, she was wearing a white shirt tucked into beige pants and covered by a long coat. 

Her y/h/c hair was professionally tied although it was slightly messy due to the wind outside the building that morning as she waited for Jeremiah who joined her a few moments later, pausing to study her appearance that day, lingering particularly on her exposed collarbones that poked out of her slightly open shirt but that were soon covered when she adjusted the scarf she was wearing while she looked around patiently waiting for her professor.

Jeremiah had not come alone unfortunately, Ecco had insisted on accompanying him because it was better that way for his safety, so he agreed and stood in front of his student with his assistant beside him.

Y/n's y/e/c eyes slowly rose up catching the image of Jeremiah in front of her before she recognized him and smiled happily "Good morning professor" he hinted a smile continuing to stare at her as he adjusted his glasses on his nose "Good morning Y/n...are you ready, my dear? " she nodded ignoring the pet name as she smiled excitedly jumping slightly as she replied "very ready" Jeremiah's smile turned to amusement seeing the childlike enthusiasm his student was showing at that moment, something she only did with people she was comfortable with, but the smile soon disappeared when he heard the way Y/n called Ecco after standing for a moment looking at her slightly surprised not expecting anyone else.

Her wonderful eyes shifted between Jeremiah and then Ecco before she smiled politely "Good morning..Mrs. Valeska" Ecco looked at her letting her shake her hand while she remained completely serious, the look that before was enthusiastic and full of energy turned into one of a little discomfort, all the energy she possessed before was quickly gone with one glance of the woman. 

Jeremiah did not like this at all so he made his assistant move away telling her what to do before entering the building placing his hand on Y/n's shoulder to reassure her "she is not my wife, she is my assistant..there is nothing between us" he declared as if he was slightly offended, as if she could even think that he could love someone other than her.

Y/n apologized taken aback by Jeremiah's reaction and his cold tone that changed again when he met her gaze, he smiled at her and said there was no problem as they entered the elevator; the engineer made a mental note when he realized that his student hesitated to get on the elevator while eyeing the stairs but said nothing, entering and standing still in the middle of the edge of the elevator, moving closer to Jeremiah only when other people entered leaving very little room in there.

Jeremiah stood right behind her, he could smell the scent of her hair and clothes if he lowered himself slightly, their bodies were distant but so close it hurt, just a slight movement and they would touch, her back would rest against his chest while her bottom would probably almost perfectly touch his pelvis.

Her scent would invade his senses, making him want to move his arms to grab her and trap her against his body, sinfully marking and touching her uncovered jaw and the exposed parts of her neck that invited him to sink his teeth into her gently but hard enough to leave a mark.

The beige pants hugged her ass curves perfectly, something he couldn't notice before because of the long coat that was now in his student's arms as if she wanted him to notice those shapes that he wanted so badly to grab, knead, and press against his crotch in such a way as to find some friction for his growing boner.

Jeremiah's thoughts had made him zone out for a few floors but he soon recovered when what he had been waiting for happened; another person entered the elevator and Y/n's back hit his chest pressing the curves of her ass against Jeremiah's private area causing him to let out a small grunt that made him blush embarrassed while he hoped no one had heard.

It did not help at all that Y/n kept moving out of anxiety creating a friction that she had not yet sensed but Jeremiah sensed very well.

The teacher would have lost his control if they had not gotten out of that elevator but fortunately the doors opened and she stepped out waiting for him outside with an embarrassed smile, he stepped out a few seconds later holding his coat in his arm thus covering the curtain in his pants that had been formed and screamed for attention. 

Jeremiah returned her smile as he moved his hand over her again resting it on her back as he guided her to the room they needed to go to.

When they got there they saw that there were already people sitting at the long table and that the meeting was about to start, they were not late but not early either so they sat down after Jeremiah moved the chair for her and greeted his colleagues before vaguely explaining to her what they were going to do that day, thus participating in the meeting of the new project that was to be perfected.

Jeremiah's hazel eyes stayed on her the whole time, studying her demeanor to get a sense of her state of mind-he could see that she was still a bit anxious since she kept bouncing her right leg up and down, her attention completely on the screen and her notebook as she took notes and made a few sketches so that she would not forget when she was supposed to participate later on.

She had pulled up the sleeves and Jeremiah could see more skin, the shirt had also opened up a bit more leaving her cleavage to be seen which tempted him throughout the day distracting him several times but without being noticed by Y/n.

It was a remarkable success that first day according to the engineer in fact he was looking forward to seeing her again the next day as soon as he observed her take the subway back to her dormitory saying she did not need him to accompany her; that night it went like this but Jeremiah intended to impose it the next time they would see each other so that he would keep his eyes on her and make sure she was safe on the way back to her college dormitory.

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by mistressmaximoff Lydia Martinez had only allowed herself to see the good side of Gotham. Sure her mom was a cop and her other mom was the district attorney, but despite their harrowing jobs, her life was 10x’s better than most in the city. As perfect as she may seem there was always something wrong with her. Something that no one else saw in her except this one psychotic dude who had completely and utterly fell for her. (Jerome Valeska x Fem! OC) Words: 1848, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Gotham (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/M Characters: Jerome Valeska, Original Female Character(s), Bruce Wayne, Oswald Cobblepot, Edward Nygma, Jim Gordon, Barbara Kean, Jeremiah Valeska, Ecco (Gotham) Relationships: Jerome Valeska/Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Stockholm Syndrome, Unhealthy Relationships, Harley Quinn Inspired, Minor Original Character(s), Lesbian Mothers, GOES INSANE, Poor baby :(, Body Dysmorphic Disorder, Gaslighting, Verbal Abuse, Is Love Real? via https://ift.tt/4gliEtI

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Maybe I Was Jealous || Jeremiah Valeska Imagine Part 2

Jeremiah Valeska x Reader (she/her)

Summary: Jeremiah has decided to confess his feelings to you. He has made an elaborate plan and has considered everything... except human error. Ecco and Jerome keep interrupting him, and then there’s even an attack on the bunker. In the end, Jeremiah confesses to you in the worst way he could’ve imagined - but you don’t react like he expected.

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Requested by: @one-obsession-at-a-time-people  @samantharaevelcher  @eovjjj  @la-reina-de-mi-viva 

Here it is! I hope everyone likes it, and that you guys are happy about this sequel.  :) You can find part 1 here.

Jeremiah stared at the office wall where he’d hung up the big map of Gotham. Tiny colorful dots were scattered across it, each little dot a pin that he’d meticulously placed. They showed attack scenarios, possible targets, anything important about the city, really.

There were red pins, which showed targets and attack strategies - red being the main color on the map. The green pins were for observations, like a list of Jerome’s hideouts and some of Penguin’s main locations.

And then there were the yellow ones, just two or three amidst so much red and green.

Yellow meant Y/n. The pins symbolized your favorite places in Gotham, just in case Jeremiah ever needed the information. In case you disappeared and he needed to find you.

In case he finally managed to confess to you. So far, Jeremiah hadn’t been lucky in that regard.

And it wasn’t like he hadn’t tried, either, no matter what Jerome kept saying whenever the two of them crossed paths.

Jeremiah had tried, multiple times, in fact. But unfortunately, something had always gotten in his way. Be it the few times he’d been interrupted by Jerome himself barging into the room, or Ecco coming in to ask something or to inform him about new developments just when Jeremiah had tried to get the words out.

It was as if the two of them somehow knew, through some inexplicable link.

Not only did it frustrate Jeremiah to no end, but it also worried him a lot. He really didn’t know how many more times he’d manage to get you alone before you’d grow suspicious or annoyed with him. Or, worst case scenario, you’d tell him to leave you alone, that you didn't want anything to do with him.

The thought was so painful, and yet, it kept gnawing on him constantly. He had Jerome to thank for that. He’d been the one to plant it in his head, after all.

Jeremiah just couldn’t imagine a life without you in it, without your presence around. Sometimes, when the doubts became too much and clouded his mind, he’d find himself looking for those little signs that you were still here. Like the packaging of your favorite food in the garbage, or papers in his office where you’d been scribbling random notes or thoughts, or maybe even little drawings.

Seeing these little signs calmed Jeremiah’s fear. Y/n was still here, and she wouldn’t leave anytime soon, either.

At least he hoped so.

Still, it didn’t solve Jeremiah’s problem. He still hadn’t confessed to you, after weeks of trying his best to make it happen. He was slowly running out of ideas.

This time, Jeremiah had planned to get you alone in his office while Ecco was completing a task he’d given her and Jerome was spying on Penguin. It was the perfect plan, with every obstacle out of the way.

Nobody could get into the bunker, after all, it was the perfect safe space. Or so he’d thought.

You were sitting on his desk, your legs hanging from the edge as you listened to him talk. Jeremiah had decided to ask you about one of his plans to attack the Penguin, hoping it would catch your attention so he could then confess to you.

“Well, but you leave yourself open for an attack from Riddler like that, right?,” you asked, pointing out a hole in his plan that he genuinely hadn’t considered before.

Jeremiah stared at you for a moment before he nodded, scribbling a note onto his papers to not forget Riddler in his equations.

“Alright, so I’ll have to take care of Riddler first to not have that happen.,” he said, almost like the thought had just come to his mind.

You just smiled at him and nodded. Jeremiah would never grow tired of seeing you smile like that, he’d do anything to watch that expression grow on your face once again.

He snapped himself out of it with effort and looked down at his plan to remember where he’d left off. It was as if seeing you smile had deleted any previous thoughts from his mind.

“After the Riddler, I’d have to take care of Bargara Kean and Tabitha Galavan. Probably Galavan first, she’d notice immediately if something is off.”

You nodded along, tilting your head to the side as you considered his words.

“And Barbara is easier to distract than Tabitha. Tabitha first makes the most sense.”

Jeremiah looked up from his notes once again, finding himself easily distracted by the sound of your voice. He tried his best not to stare at you too obviously. It was so unlike him to be distractible like this, to lose focus of the important things so quickly.

Well, you were important to him, after all.

“‘Miah?”

You looked at him, a little bit of concern etched into the way your mouth was slightly twisted, or the expression in your eyes. The sound of your voice when you addressed him with that nickname, that special nickname only you used for him, had goosebumps breaking out all the way down his arms.

Jeremiah took a deep breath. It was now or never…

He reached for your hand, something so unlike him. In any other situation, he would’ve cringed at similar behavior, but this was you. And you mattered.

“Y/n, I--”

The office door slammed open.

Jeremiah let go of your hand as if he had burned himself, snapping his head around to whomever was standing in the doorway. Whoever dared to interrupt him, again.

It was Ecco, because of course it would be. But her face was twisted in something almost akin to panic, and that was entirely new.

Before she could say a word, the sirens started blaring.

Jeremiah exchanged a quick look with Ecco, finding her nodding to confirm his unspoken suspicion.

Security breach.

You looked in between them with a frown, confusion written all over your face. In the years you’d been living here, nothing like this had ever happened.

“What is it?,” you asked after nobody offered an explanation. You had to raise your voice due to the siren.

Jeremiah’s gaze snapped to you, and he was struck by an emotion almost unknown to him. Fear.

This wasn’t your fight, you had nothing to do with any of this. If you were to die…

He couldn’t allow himself to finish that thought. He needed his mind to work, for it to be as sharp as usual, and you were a distraction he didn’t need. So, he spoke the words he’d never expected to say.

“Ecco, find my brother! I need him to take Y/n away from here.”

His assistant looked at him with shock written all over her features, but she complied after a moment and hurried out of the office.

Jeremiah turned to you, finding you wide-eyed, your teeth gnawing on your lip in worry. He reached out to you, taking hold of one of your arms with a rough grip. A second later, he realized and let go of you a little bit, making sure he wasn’t squishing your arm.

“That siren means security breach. We’re under attack.”

Your eyes widened, beautiful eyes that he loved to watch as you looked over one of his new projects, or while you were concentrated on your notes. Your eyebrows would furrow together then, just like they did now. But this was unfortunately not a look of concentration.

“By who?,” you asked, your voice shaking as you leaned closer to him. It was very likely something you weren’t even aware of, and that realization hit Jeremiah right in the chest. You trusted him so much that he was the first source of protection you sought out in the case of danger.

Or he was simply the only person here who could protect you right now.

Jeremiah suppressed a growl at the little voice in his head that just wouldn’t shut up. Usually, he would rely on it to keep himself thinking realistically. When it came to you, however, he had long since come to hate that little voice.

“We don’t know,” he answered your question, trying to keep his voice as stable as possible. He couldn’t allow weakness right now, for his own sake as well as for yours. You’d only worry more, and he didn’t want you to be anxious.

Jeremiah would protect you, no matter what.

The door to his office flew open again, and Ecco entered with Jerome at her heels. Jerome didn’t even pay attention to anyone, heading right for the table you were sitting on, as if you were his main priority.

“Heya, dollface!,” he greeted you, his usual smile on his face.

You relaxed just a little bit at the sight of him, and Jeremiah’s teeth ground together.

Jerome quickly reached for you, lifting you up into his arms. You raised your own arms and secured them around his neck to keep yourself upright. But there was still that worried look on your face, and your eyes still searched for Jeremiah as you were in his brothers arms.

Jeremiah nodded at you, the sirens still blaring in his ears. He shot you a tiny smile, hoping to calm you down just enough.

You nodded in response before Ecco ushered everyone to the secret tunnels. It was the last Jeremiah saw of your face, before the doors closed behind all of them and the only thing on his mind was survival.

The fight lasted for ages. Jeremiah didn’t know what had prompted Penguin’s little goons to attack him this time. Maybe it was the destruction of their newest loot from last week, or maybe Jerome had been spotted while he spied on them today. Ultimately, it didn’t matter.

Penguin had new weapons at his disposal now, and they looked very similar to the ones the GCPD were using at Haven to keep people just like them away. Jeremiah wondered if they had joined forces. That would surely be a problem.

After hours of mindless shooting, Penguin’s little army ran out of bullets. Jeremiah exchanged a look with Ecco next to him, who simply nodded. Sometimes, it was truly useful to have someone who could read his thoughts so easily.

Jeremiah grabbed the rocket launcher she handed him, aiming at the enemy with almost careless eyes.

No matter where he shot, they’d suffer.

Screams erupted once he pulled the trigger and the weapon fired, hitting right into Penguin’s goons. Jeremiah watched the destruction with a grin on his face. Maybe now they’d stop coming after him. Maybe they’d finally realized he was unbeatable.

Jeremiah shot once more, this time blowing up the trucks that held Penguin’s remaining weaponry arsenal. He watched it all go up in flames and grinned to himself.

After that demonstration of strength, the enemy quickly retreated. A few minutes later, the blaring of the sirens stopped, showing that Penguin’s little army had disappeared. The threat had been evaded.

Jeremiah and Ecco waited a few minutes longer to make sure there wasn’t a second, surprise attack planned, before they made their way back inside to the secret door in his office.

The moment the door opened, you stormed outside, wrapping your arms around Jeremiah as you pulled him into a hug.

Jeremiah froze for a second before he pulled you against him, his hands carefully running over your back. He caught Jerome’s grin over your shoulder, and his brother gestured towards you in a way that didn’t need words.

You had buried your face in his neck, breathing shakily.

Jeremiah took a deep breath himself, before he pulled back from the hug just enough to look at you.

You frowned at him in confusion, tears glistening in your eyes. You’d really been that worried about him…

“Y/n…”

Jeremiah found that he didn’t know how to say it, now that the moment was there. He’d spent weeks coming up with intricate ways to confess to you, but now, none of those pre-planned words made it past his lips.

You only looked at him expectantly, one of your hands coming up to cup his cheek. Jeremiah shivered.

“Y/n, I--”

He took a deep breath and decided that fancy words weren’t necessary this time. Damn them all to hell. This was you, and you had never needed his intricate planning to be impressed by him.

You liked him for who he was.

“Y/n, I love you.”

Your eyes widened before you wrapped your arms tighter around him, pulling him into a hug that rendered him immobile just by the pure warmth it held. Jeremiah’s eyes fell shut as he buried his face in the side of your neck. He found he didn’t need confirmation that you felt the same way, something he’d never expected to happen.

Just holding you in his arms like this was enough.

“I love you too, ‘Miah,” you whispered into his ear.

Jeremiah froze, his eyes wide open the moment he processed the words. He looked at you in surprise when you slowly let him go, a smile spreading over your face that warmed his heart deep in his chest, even though he’d long since considered it dead.

Instead of saying anything, he simply pulled you back into his arms.

Jeremiah caught Jerome’s wide grin over your shoulder, and he rolled his eyes.

“Alright, maybe I was jealous,” he admitted in the heat of the moment, knowing once the words left his lips that he’d vehemently deny ever having spoken them if the topic came up again.

Jerome just grinned at him knowingly, as if he could tell. The bastard could read him like a book, it seemed.

Your lips connecting with his pulled Jeremiah out of his sulking. He stared at you for a second, shocked, before his eyes fell shut and he returned your kiss. Your hands buried themselves in his hair, and Jeremiah shivered against your body.

A noise echoed in his ears, and he couldn’t tell where it had come from. He didn’t care, either.

All that mattered was you. The way you pulled him as close as possible, the soft touch of your lips against his own, your fingers in his hair.

Jeremiah never wanted the moment to end.

Your eyes were shining brightly as you broke the kiss, one of your hands stroking over his cheek while the other one was still buried in his hair. He smiled at you, for once not caring that Ecco and Jerome were seeing this softer side of him. They didn’t matter.

All that mattered was you in his arms.

Jeremiah pulled you into another hug, his eyes falling shut as he buried his face in your neck once again. He swore to himself right then that he’d never let you go, no matter what happened.

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Ecco: Hey guys... I just got beat up for trying to steal Bruce’s lover (y/n)

Jeremiah, sounding concerned: Oh my god you got a black eye

Jeremiah, bursts out laughing: That’s hilarious!

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To make it easier for readers (and me) to find my Gotham-related fanfic, here is a master list of those I’ve written or are in progress. I will later add my favorites by other fanfic writers, but that list is liable to be enormous! so so many...

Wayleska Poison in the Blood (complete, 13 chapters + playlist) How’s It Gonna Be (wip) Undeniable (part 1 of “Learning to Heal” series) Not As Easy As You Think (part 2 of “Learning to Heal” series) Rewind (one shot) Gotham Prompt #10 “Like a Normal Couple“ Gotham Prompt #48 “Fate”

Osmiah Paying for It (wip and sequel underway)

Gobblepot on the bed of the soul, the waves escape (wip) Gotham Prompt #16 “An Inconvenient Lunch”

Sunday Six tumblr tag How’s It Gonna Be preview (Valeska Twins) Paying For It - Ch 24 excerpt (Valeska Twins flashback) Paying For It - Ch 13 excerpt (Osmiah, bat reference) Gotham Prompt #48 “Fate” (Wayleska)

Eccomiah Giving In (one shot)

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A Sample

[Post-Spray Jeremiah x Batsis Reader]

It's always been a pain to drive out to Jeremiah. Just outside of Gotham and in the woods where the roads get muddy and bumpy. Though y/n finds that getting to see her boyfriend is rewarding enough to take that two-and-a-half-hour drive three times a week. She got out of the car and pulled a leather suitcase out. After the road, she has to deal with the maze. The maze is arguably worse than the road.

Not living in Gotham, but still being near it isn't enough. So he has to make a maze just in case Jerome finds out his location. As much as she wants to hate the maze, she understands the paranoia and can't fault him for that. However, the mental image of Jerome running around the maze like a rat looking for cheese is funny.

Making it through y/n was greeted by Ecco's blank face. "Good afternoon, Ecco." y/n's light voice and energy bounced off the blonde woman. Her voice was calm and collected, "Hello, Ms. l/n." It felt good to be called Ms. l/n than Ms. Wayne. Though she's sure Mrs. Valeska would sound better.

"Is he in…"

"In his study." y/n flashed a grateful smile as she said thank you. Walking down the cold hallway. The soles of her shoes made satisfying clacking sounds with each step. Stopping at the wooden door, she knocked rhythmically. A response didn't take long and she opened the door.

Jeremiah was sitting at his desk with a thing of alcohol next to him. He's been drinking a lot more lately. Disregarding the half bottle of whisky y/n smiled at fondly him, "How are you doing today." He watched her sit down, curious to see what was in the leather suitcase. "Fine," He said with a quick and almost forced smile, "What did you bring with you?" She suddenly felt nervous by how he went straight into pointing it out with no beating around the bush. She was hoping that she'd be able to ease him into what she needed.

He took note of that nervous smile creeping up on her face. She put the suitcase on her lap. "This has things for a," She stops and lets out a sigh. Her eyes look down at her hands before back at her boyfriend, "I need a blood sample." The rise of his eyebrow made her nervous. They've had this conversation a few times now.

That he was fine now. That the toxin was completely out of his system. The mind-changing effect was only temporary and only caused physical change. That if he wasn't okay then why'd they let him walk right out of the psychiatric hospital? It didn't make any sense, but he's always been such a good actor. So good that y/n almost believed him for a moment.

She never explained that she thought he was lying, just saying that she was worried that it could have done unknown harm to him. But neither could fully get away with lying to each other. So when Jeremiah agreed to it, y/n was surprised by the lack of resistance. She foolishly thought that it must have been the whisky making him agreeable.

"That's great, but we're going to have to reschedule since you've…" It felt weird, almost wrong to point to his sudden use of alcohol. It was so much easier to ignore it and run away from the thought of it. Thankful they didn't have to open that can of worms as he knew what she was pointing at. "Yes, we can do it tomorrow. You don't have any classes from what I remember." He takes another sip from his glass while staring her in the eye.

The sudden eye contact made her shiver and deviate her eyes back down to her hands for a second. "Yeah, we can do that. You'll need to drink a lot of water though." While saying that she tries to smile as if it were some sort of joke. His lack of a reaction made her drop her forced smile.

"I noticed you've been out a lot longer this week. What have you been up to lately?" He speaks like he's going to accuse her of something. What exactly, she isn't sure, but it put her on edge. "I've been visiting my family a little more." She watched his eyes harden at her words. Almost scowling at the mental image of her going back to the family that neglected her for half of her life.

y/n would have been better off cutting them out of her life after high school, but she always had an excuse. That they were far too busy to put up with her. Painting herself as a nuisance. Not explicitly saying that she was too needy, but hitting at it. Never once has he seen them attend her art galleries or even her graduation. Jeremiah knows their sudden change of heart must have been the shit show that was Jerome. His brother's childish and ignorant attempts to woo her.

The whole thing was very infuriating for Jeremiah on many levels, but he could never be mad at her for this.

His sweet little dimwitted y/n.

"Why?"

"What?"

The simple question caught her off guard. "Why would you visit them?" There was a venomous undertone to his question that confused her. "Because..." Was she going to tell him that she went to them for help? That she was starting to fear him? No of course not. "Because my little brother, he's been trying to I don't know. Just connect with me, try to have me in his life."

It was an unsatisfying answer and a fucking lie, but Jeremiah would let this go because she wasn't getting out any time soon. "Oh, your little brother," He says with a slightly mocking tone. Signifying that he was going to play along with what tale she was going to spin. "Damian."

He hums, "And he just suddenly cares about you now?" At this point, y/n wasn't sure how to respond and she wasn't going to because this wasn't something she wanted to tango with. Not today. "It doesn't matter." Before he could ask anything else she swiftly changed the subject. "How have you been?"

That's when their conversation starts becoming less intense. Any tension that was there dissolved gradually. It was like everything was normal. Chatting for a good while when all of a sudden he got up, "Come on I have something to show you something." Of course, she followed him into the living room. Showing off the vintage record player and putting on a vinyl. Music filled the room and he held out his hand.

y/n became giddy from this simple action. She tries repressing the urge to squeal and to stop her smile from growing. Wordlessly she took his hand and they glided around the room.

She always had to beg him to dance with her. Not dance to music that you'd hear at a club, just slow waltzing music while no one was around. Being one of Bruce Wayne's adopted children she took a few dance lessons. Never cared for it until she found someone whom she wanted to share it with. Someone she wanted to hold close and move together with.

It felt like they hadn't been on the same page for a while, so this was nice. A quiet moment together to take a break from everything wrong. Just the two of them dancing in the living room that they'd call their ballroom. Nice things were always followed behind something else.

She started having a coughing fit ruining that nice moment. Jeremiah had her sit on the couch. Ecco silently walked in a glass of water, but she did not approach no matter how much she'd liked to provide some type of comfort. She had to wait for him to allow her to step close to y/n. She had no choice, but to watch.

y/n's cough was dry and her face became slightly flustered from the intensity of the coughing. She could feel one of Jeremiah's hands on her back and the other on her shoulder. Giving her a slight squeeze, it's unknown if it was for his or her comfort. After she calmed down and began catching her breath he silently signaled Ecco to come over. The blond woman handed y/n the glass and she gratefully accepted it. Once the cup was out of Ecco's hand she smoothly backed away from them. She was standing on the sidelines waiting for her next order.

"I'm sorry for ruining everything. This cold just won't go away." y/n's voice was apologetic, but there was a melancholic look in her [eye color] eyes.

"Did you plan on never telling me?" She was startled by how cold he sounded. "You keep lying to me, but I've seen your medical record. It's been nearly six months since you've found out and not once did you say anything. Does anyone know about this?" She couldn't look at him. Of course, she knew it was wrong to keep everyone in the dark, but she thought would be better this way. Maybe not for them, but for her.

Her voice was a bit shaky, "No. I haven't." Jeremiah was almost satisfied hearing this because the idea of her confiding in someone was bothersome. "What did you plan on doing, y/n? Did you plan on giving up? Killing yourself?" Panic set in her. No question as to why or how he saw her medical record. She was too occupied with damage control. "No! Miah, I wouldn't! I haven't even thought of it in a few years-"

He clenched his jaw and held up his hand making her shut her mouth. This wasn't what he planned to talk about tonight, but maybe the whisky had made him forget that there was a plan. Bringing up her condition was certainly not a part of it. Everything was getting to him a bit. He stood up from the sofa and began pacing trying to collect his thoughts. He didn't want to implode, not when y/n was frozen out of fear.

At this point why even bother?

"Ecco, take y/n to her room."

"No, I think I should get going. We'll talk about this later, but think I we should step away from each other before anything else." Despite saying this Ecco wasn't deterred. Jeremiah started to walk away, "I think so too. That's why you're going to your room." y/n got up and was just about to start leaving when Ecco grabbed her arm.

"Please let me go." She didn't realize that Ecco planned on fulfilling her order until she tried to pull herself out of Ecco's grip. This causes Ecco to tighten her grip and slightly dig her nails into y/n's skin.

Jeremiah commented from behind, "You used to be so obedient, y/n. I think your family is a bad influence, so just stay here and take a short nap." Before she could even process what was going on, there was a sudden pain in the back of her head and everything went dark.

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[your-nanas-house]

Ok soooo I love this account, and I have a request 👀 Originally I was thinking that post-spray Jeremiah would be good for this fic idea but now I can’t choose between him and Jerome, so I’m going to leave it up to u LMAO

Anyway, I was thinking of like what if R is good friends with bruce, but they’ve been kind of in a rough patch because R is starting to mentally be in and out (if that makes sense) and bruce is “too busy” to actually help them out so he’s just been annoyed with them without realizing that he’s being a bit of a dick. Until one day R brings up that they met someone that’s been helping them understand what they’re going through and feel more confident in themselves. Bruce figures out that the new person they met is J (Jerome/Jeremiah). He also finds out that J is just manipulating R to join his side only to get to Bruce. Bruce tries to warn R but they’re too far gone and they don’t really trust Bruce anymore.

I kind of now realize that this is more of a Bruce fic, but I do mainly want J to be in it? Bro idk I’m desperate for a J x gn!reader fic (and my attention whore touch starved ass is projecting). I ofc give u free range to change up the request in anyway! Even if u don’t take this request, ty and I hope ur having a chill day! :)

Thank you! I love this idea 😍 Sorry if it took me too long.

Not a GAME

Pairing: Jeremiah Valeska X Gn!Reader, Bruce Wayne X Gn!Reader

Warnings: manipulation, sadness, panic attack, crying, bad friendship, Jeremiah, warning

Words: 1462

Summary: in the request

Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

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The words that came out of Bruce's mouth would have been sharp and almost suffocating as well as painful if he had said them a few months earlier, but now they were like steam, like the flame of a lighter that was almost completely finished for Y/n.

They were still meaningful to them in a way, because Bruce still meant something deep inside them, which is why his words echoed in their heads like the first time he hurt them in one of the worst moments he could do it.

Y/n should have hated the millionaire boy but as the days went by he could no longer do so, the burning sensation inside their chests that hurt them emotionally had faded because it was due to him that they met the one who helped them the most at the worst time in their lives.

It all started with a small fight, with Y/n wanting to open up to Bruce to show him and seek help after several weeks of feeling like the world was devouring them, a negative feeling of pressure as if something was crushing them and not letting them breathe; it was a bad idea though because the only response they got from the one they thought was their best friend, the one who would understand most of all was "Geez, don't make everything always about yourself...I'm too busy to take care of this exaggerated thing that's only in your head'. In a way Y/n had expected this, Bruce had been 'too busy' during that time and had started to behave annoyed and dismissive towards them, preferring to take care of his own things instead of thinking about others.

This was what prompted Y/n to leave the manor, with a feeling of pressure in their chest and their breaths quickening, they felt their pulse quicken, drumming against their chest, if they looked down they could see how their chest moved followed by the deep breaths and choked sobs; the falling rain seemed to be there to make things worse, there was nowhere dry for Y/n to take shelter but they didn't care, in fact after they reached their limit they leaned back against the wall, feeling again that so familiar tingling sensation spread from their hands throughout their body, their breathing becoming even more erratic and that feeling of not being able to get enough oxygen returned as they slumped to the floor trying to calm themselves down but in a way not wanting to in the hope of throwing it all out and getting better later.

They felt alone and lost, a fitting moment for Jeremiah who was right nearby to approach and interact with them.

The first thing Y/n noticed was that the rain stopped falling on them probably because of an umbrella and then the shoes, it didn't take long for them to recognise the pale man's style as he continued to look down at them seeing himself in their place, remembering his own panic attacks when he was still locked in the bunker and Jerome was still alive.

He slowly knelt by down never touching the ground and keeping his piercing green eyes fixed with Y/n's y/e/c's who had not yet recovered "Now, now...does that sound like the way to behave in public, you might attract a lot of unwanted attention, huh" he lifted their face to look them in the eyes again when they shifted their gaze "deep breaths, yes?" He showed them how to do it by breathing deeply with them as he helped them up "I think you're having a panic attack, has that already happened to you yet?" he asked receiving a quick shake of the head from Y/n "let's start counting together...1,2,3,4,5,6,7".

As soon as they managed to calm down Jeremiah walked to his car asking if they wanted to get in, Y/n wasn't sure but they really needed to feel better and at that moment a shroud of apathy had fallen over them, they didn't care about anything, if anything was going to happen that night it was going to happen so they walked to the car, getting in through the door the man had opened and putting their seatbelt on before leaning their heads against the window looking out at the falling rain and the depressing environment that was Gotham CIty, they managed to close their eyes for a moment to try and calm themselves and not drop any more pathetic tears in front of one of the most wanted criminals in that city; they tried to suppress their emotions that were coming out again and they were succeeding before a gloved hand wrapped itself around theirs, causing them to shift their attention from the window to Jeremiah's porcelain face, all it took was a slight smile and a squeeze of his hand to reopen the faucet of their emotions.

It all ceased again after they entered the flat and had some time to calm down, they accepted a pajamas and stood by the fireplace with a blanket as they stared blankly into the fire, lying on the sofa with no discernible emotion on their faces, only the previous tears that were now dry on their cheeks, their eyes still a little red and puffy and their cheeks redder from the cold and crying.

Jeremiah's gaze was fixed on them the whole time as he spoke to Ecco, who later took charge of preparing hot tea for their new guest to drink.

The more time passed the more things improved, at first Y/n didn't feel any progress and it seemed so strange to open up to Jeremiah making him their personal psychologist, the advice he gave was strange at times but it worked and they went step by step.

They slowly drifted away from Bruce like a shadow to the appearance of light, all thanks to Jeremiah who drew them towards himself and his ideas to make them drift further and further away from the world and Bruce.

Jeremiah spent more and more time with them, listening to them and being there for them whenever they needed him, cheering them up and making them overcome that depression and constant anxiety almost completely by understanding them, sharing his own experiences by bringing them into a more confident and perhaps making them become a sort of weapon of battle.

Y/n felt understood and despite the complete loss of the rich boy's friendship everything improved, finding the salvation they were looking for in Jeremiah Valeska.

The months flowed by as fast as the water in a mountain stream and changed as it did, even Bruce changed during that same time realizing how he had been behaving and how the lack of Y/n beside him made him feel, leading him to do some research to find out what exactly had happened after inviting them once to apologize, to have a hot chocolate together and noticing how Y/n acted cold and almost stranger to him, hinting at something like he had met someone.

That someone was indeed the boy's own 'enemy', he had discovered his identity in a few days and could even see the manipulation underneath Jeremiah's kind and sympathetic gestures as he tried to get Y/n to go over to his side against Bruce.

It was those words that didn't hurt Y/n in the slightest, it was as if they went in one ear and out the other even as Bruce's hands grasped their shirt trying to pull them back to their senses receiving as a response from them a phrase that had come out of his own mouth long ago "The world doesn't just revolve around you, Bruce".

Bruce's dark gaze was now incredulous as he registered the words he had heard realizing their power, he shouldn't have behaved this way with them months earlier "Y/n/n...I've been a dick to you but you have to listen to me, Jeremiah is just manipulating you to get to me!" "Jeremiah was the only one who was there when I really needed someone and the only one who helped me and made things better by also making me realize what was wrong....even if I wanted to I wouldn't have anyone, I don't trust you anymore Bruce and you can blame yourself for that."

This statement and seeing them walk away caused a mischievous smile to appear on Jeremiah's face, he was now certain he had fulfilled part of his plan the only thing he didn't know was that Y/n were aware they were being manipulated from the beginning but they didn't care.

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[irisbleufic]

THIS STORY IS NOW COMPLETE.  I posted the final chapter a little bit ago:

No Zeroes (2022-01-14)

Other Monsters (2022-01-14)

Getting Involved (2022-01-17)

Civilized Affair (2022-01-22)

Too Easy (2022-01-26)

Murder Weapon (2022-01-30)

Family Feuds (2022-02-03)

Already Hurts (2022-02-04)

Hard Copy (2022-02-05)

Decent Run (2022-02-06)

Feel Something (2022-02-07)

No Tomorrow (2022-02-07)

Don’t Breathe (2022-02-09)

Always Wanted (NEW, 2022-02-12)

TEASER:

Two shots later, there was absolute, eerie silence in the diner. The jukebox had run out.

Jerome uncurled himself, flopping flat on his back. He dragged in several harsh breaths, wincing at the scorching sting that still consumed his tongue, lower lip, neck, and chest. His burns had to be second degree at least.

The intruder was standing over him, head tilted. They still had the gun in their hand and…huh. Didn’t even seem fazed by what they’d just done.

“Spoil my fun, why doncha,” Jerome choked, struggling to sit up. “I was gonna do that myself.”

“They would’ve killed you before you had the chance,” said the intruder. “You’re welcome.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” Jerome said, watching the stranger stick the gun nonchalantly in the waistband of their skirt and offer him both hands. “Second time woulda been the charm, huh?”

[stan-methan-all-day]

Jeramiah x Ecco//The Fiend x Alexa Bliss parallels 

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐑𝐞𝐝 (𝐉𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐤𝐚)

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/4gliEtI by mistressmaximoff Lydia Martinez had only allowed herself to see the good side of Gotham. Sure her mom was a cop and her other mom was the district attorney, but despite their harrowing jobs, her life was 10x’s better than most in the city. As perfect as she may seem there was always something wrong with her. Something that no one else saw in her except this one psychotic dude who had completely and utterly fell for her. (Jerome Valeska x Fem! OC) Words: 1848, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Fandoms: Gotham (TV) Rating: Mature Warnings: Graphic Depictions Of Violence Categories: F/M Characters: Jerome Valeska, Original Female Character(s), Bruce Wayne, Oswald Cobblepot, Edward Nygma, Jim Gordon, Barbara Kean, Jeremiah Valeska, Ecco (Gotham) Relationships: Jerome Valeska/Original Female Character(s) Additional Tags: Stockholm Syndrome, Unhealthy Relationships, Harley Quinn Inspired, Minor Original Character(s), Lesbian Mothers, GOES INSANE, Poor baby :(, Body Dysmorphic Disorder, Gaslighting, Verbal Abuse, Is Love Real? read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/4gliEtI

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