#jeremiah valeska y/n

[frost-queen]

Always mine (Reader x Jeremiah Valeska)

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Summary: Jeremiah and you were an item before all went down. Now with his new insanity he kidnaps you. Expecting you to adjust to the life he wants with you. Demanding all sorts of things from you. At first you try with every might to escape him or fight back. Till you finally give up. Initiating affection from time to time as your old love for him has never fully died. When Jeremiah grows sick, he fears you will finally out your plot against him, only for him to be surprised there is no plot against him. [Yandere style]

Sirens wailed loud. Common business in Gotham so it didn’t really fazed you anymore. Sitting by the window, you watched as the sky coloured flashing red and blue a few blocks away. Probably another robbery or rivalry thing between gangs. Sighing soft, you got up to finish preparing yourself. As you were putting on your shoes, your phone light up. Taking it from the small round table near you, you noticed an unknown number had send you a text.

Finger hovering over the screen, you weren’t sure whether you should read it or delete it immediately. The decision was made for you as a new text popped up. This time it was from the man you were seeing. I’m outside. It said making you forget about the other text. Getting up to hasten yourself downstairs. As said, he was standing outside, leaning against his car. You walked up to him. His hand found a way on your lower back as he gave you a kiss against your cheek.

“You look lovely darling.” – he said removing himself from the car to open the door. – “The streets will probably be blocked.” – you told him seeing him furrow his brows. Pointing up ahead where the red and blue lights were still ghosting the sky.

“It’s not that far.” – you went on, offering for a walk. He sighed deep shutting the door. – “Whatever the lady requires.” – he replied teasingly, taking your hand. The two of you started walking as you held onto his arm. He moved his arm up to check the time. – “The ceremony opens in 30 minutes.” – he informed you, lowering his arm again. You nodded turning into another street with him. You came to a stop, looking both ways to cross.

Both of you crossed the street, heading into another street. You shivered a bit, not expecting it to be such a cool night. He stopped with a heavy sigh. Confused you watched him take of his jacket, to place it over your shoulders. – “I told you to dress warmly.” – he spoke taking your hand again. – “It would’ve ruined the look I was going for.” – you answered hearing him chuckle loud.

He led you into a different street, knowing you’d be close now. You were smiling up to him, leaning closer to his arm. He came to a stop as it made your smile falter, looking in front of you what made him stop. A man had appeared in front of you in the deserted street.

He sighed loud, removing his hand out of his pocket. – “Out of the way goon, we don’t have time for this.” – he called out. The man remained stationed, not moving in inch. You had a feeling he was looking at you, but it was hard to tell in this darkness. It was as if on his face fell a shadow. A bit of white giving off against the darkness under the moonlight on his face. – “Just give him some money.” – you whispered to your boyfriend. Knowing most criminals just wanted money here in Gotham. – “Like hell I am!” – your boyfriend replied, pulling his arm away so that your grip was off it.

“You ignored my text.” – the man suddenly spoke as somewhere his voice seemed familiar. – “What text?” – your boyfriend shouted, slowly losing his patience. – “I was talking to her.” – you saw the person point his finger at you. – “Me? What text?” – you said suddenly remembering the text from an unknown number. You quickly searched for your phone in your purse.

Your boyfriend looking over your shoulder along with you. – “You never changed your number…” – the man spoke making you look slightly shocked back at him. – “How… how did you get my number?” – you asked curious. The man stumbled back, having grabbed firm for his heart with a pained sound.

“You wound me Y/n that you didn’t keep my number.” – he spoke as you noticed two more men join his side. Something cliqued as your eyes widened. The man stepped from out of the shadow, more into the light of the streetlamp. – “Jeremiah.” – you slipped out in shock. – “In the flesh.” – he answered taking a bow. It took you a while to understand his change. It had been so long since you’d seen him, but underneath all that white it was truly his face. – “Alright, I’ve had enough.” – your boyfriend said having lost his patience. He grabbed your hand firm, wanting to leave as the ceremony was in 10 minutes.

Jeremiah pulled out a gun, shooting at your boyfriend. Blood splatters flashed across your face as you felt the muscles in his hand lose strength. With a loud thud he fell back. Face obliterated by the bullet. Jeremiah smiling wickedly. – “Oh come on darling, he was too annoying anyways.” – Jeremiah called out as you could only stare at the body. Shaking, you slowly tore your gaze away from him to Jeremiah. – “Come here Y/n.” – he said.

You staid still, frozen to the ground as your mind kept screaming at you to run. Jeremiah took a deep breath, pointing his gun at you. – “Don’t make me shoot you too darling.” – he called out with a warning. With his other hand, he waved your over. You slowly got in motion not sure what else to do. Dragging your feet, too much in shock to go any faster. Jeremiah lowered his gun once you were near. With his gloved thumb, he brushed against your cheek, smearing the blood splatters open on your face. His eyes then fell on the jacket over your shoulder.

“We don’t need this.” – he grunted out, throwing the jacket of your shoulders onto the ground. His sudden act of force made you jump out of your skin. He gave you a smile before grabbing you by your arm, spinning you around up against his chest. Gasping soft, you felt the tip of his gun against your stomach. – “Now walk darling.” – he whispered in your ear. With a little shove of him, you got in motion. Not sure where you were going.

The two other men disappeared as you figured they were just around to intimidate. You got pushed into a building. Going up the stairs till he shoved you into a room. You stumbled to the ground, falling. Jeremiah shut the door, pressing some numbers in the panel by the door. There was a clicking sound as you knew the door was shut tight. You got startled when he forced your purse out of your hand.

Only taking out your phone as he threw the purse on the ground. He started going through your phone, saving his number. Then he looked at the rest of your contacts. – “Delete, delete, delete.” – he kept repeating getting rid of all your other contacts. Certainly those of any males. – “You… you killed him.” – you said hearing him sigh loud.

 “Don’t tell you are whining over him.” – Jeremiah answered giving you a glance. He kept deleting all your contacts till he was done. He tossed your phone back at you as it landed on your lap. – “You have me now.” – Jeremiah came kneeling down before you. – “We were done Jeremiah!” – you reminded him. – “Your fear of Jerome finding you, is what caused our ruin.” – you let out with a pant. Jeremiah grabbed your chin with force, making you breath out a gasp. His gaze fierce, till it softened. – “All in the past now… We are starting over again.” – he said letting go of you. He got back up.

“You kidnapped me!” – you shouted. He ignored your comment, taking out a list from his pocket. – “I have a list of demands from you.” – he said unfolding the list as it rolled open. Reaching down till his knees. He cleared his throat dramatically. – “I expect to always eat together. Dates, conversations, a kiss on the cheek when I demand it.” – he began as you scoffed loud. – “You’re joking right?” – you called out.

Jeremiah turned to you. – “I assure you I’m not Y/n.” he replied with a teasing smile. – “I demand of you to hold yourself to it.” – he finished, rolling the list back up. He offered you the scroll as you had no interest in taking it. Jeremiah tilted his head with a sigh of annoyance. He took out his gun, pointing at you.

You quickly took the scroll from him as he lifted the gun back up. – “Good girl.” – he said patronizing. – “Are you hungry? I’m hungry.” – he spoke scratching the back of his head with the gun. – “Diner will be in ten minutes.” – he ended leaving for the kitchen. You got up, keeping an eye on him. Jeremiah was humming whilst standing in the kitchen with his back to you. You heard the chopping of a knife as you slowly backed away. Turning around to run into a room. Your eyes fell immediately on the window. Rushing over to it, you started pulling at it to shove upwards.

Yet it wouldn’t budge. Fazed, you tried again and again as to why it would not budge. – “Trying to escape?” – his voice made you gasp loud, startled you spun around, back hitting against the window from jumping back. Jeremiah was leaning against the doorframe. Shaking his head. – “I expected better from you Y/n.” – he said with a heavy sigh. – “Let me go Jeremiah!” – you screamed. – “You better clean that face of yours before diner.” – was the only thing he said before returning to the kitchen. Uneasy, you left the room, coming back into the open living space. – “Bathroom is over there.” – Jeremiah pointed out from in the kitchen.

You made your way over, heading inside. This time you shut the door. Panting loud, you grabbed for the sink. Lifting your head up to see yourself. The blood splattered across as it made your eyes swell up. Lowering your head, you started crying. Opening the faucet, you let the water flow. Catching it in your hand to wash your face. Between the tears, you splashed water over your face, smearing the blood out with water. Taking the towel, you sobbed loud into it before rubbing it down your face. Pulling yourself together, you prepared yourself to come out.

Jeremiah was setting the table as you quietly entered the room. – “Sit!” – he demanded, pointing at your chair. You sat down without any protest. Jeremiah sat down as well. – “Isn’t this nice.” – he said placing his elbow on the top to lean on his hand. – “I have missed you dearly Y/n and now I am not letting you go.” – he started. – “You surely must have missed me too.”

You didn’t respond, staring at your plate. Hearing the clicking of a gun underneath the table made you lift your head up to him. – “Was it not required of you to conversate with me?” – he said with a smirk, still leaning on his hand. – “Sorry…” – you responded. Jeremiah exhaled loud placing the gun on top of the table. – “So did you miss me Y/n?” – he asked again. Biting your lip, you weren’t sure what to respond. You surely didn’t want to say anything wrong that would lead him to hurt you. – “I believe I did.” – you answered hoping it would please him.

Jeremiah pressed his hand against his heart with delight. – “You warm my heart Y/n.” – he answered. After diner, you actually just wanted to head for bed and cry your eyes out. Jeremiah saw you shuffle numbly towards one of the doors, making him clear his throat loud. – “I demand a kiss.” – he insisted upon. You exhaled, shoulders slouching. – “I just want to sleep.” – you responded.

“A kiss darling!” – Jeremiah persisted warningly. Turning back around, you walked up to him. Jeremiah tapped his cheek proudly. – “Good night Jeremiah.” – you wished him leaving out a kiss. Jeremiah’s gun was out again. This time pointing firm against your head. He tilted your head a bit with the point, pressing it deeper into your skin. – “A kiss Y/n!”

A part of you wanted to do nothing and see if he would really shoot your brains out. Another part of you didn’t want to die. Then there was a little tiny part that loved this. That loved to be back in his life again as the love for him never seemed to have died out fully. Giving in, you got on your tips, leaving a kiss against his cheek. Jeremiah groaned in pleasure, rolling his eyes back at how high your affection made him feel. Like a new toxic for his insanity. You then headed for bed, darkness consuming you as soon as your head hit the pillow.

For over a month now, you tried everything. Trying to escape and fight against every one of his stupid demands. They had always been civilized as he didn’t want to force things on you. Yet that didn’t stop you from going in protest. Afterall he did kidnap you and kill your boyfriend right in front of you. Just because with his newly insanity, he can’t keep you out of his head. Wanting you all for himself. Keep you locked away for no one to see.

After a while your efforts grew tireless. Having no more interest in keeping up the fight. You surrendered to your newly formed life. Doing whatever he said or demanded. Your old feelings for him didn’t make it easier as you felt like losing your mind too. They began to resurface with each day. You must be a fool to fall back in love with your kidnapper. Yet you couldn’t stop it. The love you had for Jeremiah before it all went down, still there.

Jeremiah was in his office. Planning away behind his desk. You sat in the living room, surrounded by quietness. Sighing soft, you got up to knock on his door. Jeremiah’s head lifted up with curiosity. A second later his door opened as you appeared in the door opening. – “Can I join you?” – you asked. Jeremiah narrowed his eyes at you, trying to figure out what your plan was. – “I promise to not make a sound.” – you added. In truth you just didn’t want to be alone.

Jeremiah nodded as you entered, closing the door behind you. Jeremiah observed you as he watched you take a seat near the window. He quirked up his eyebrow when you were just staring out of the window. Jeremiah hesitantly picked up his papers, still keeping an eye on you in case you thought about doing something funny. He kept looking up to you from time to time, trying to understand what you were planning.

What elaborate plan you were scheming up to escape or kill him. After a while you got up as Jeremiah watched your movement with precision. His mind going off about a thousand scenario’s of what you might do. He stared confused at the door you had just left, only for you to return with drinks and something to eat.

Jeremiah expected you to stay on the other side of the desk as to his surprise you came to his side. Setting the plate down. – “I thought you might be hungry.” – you simply said. Jeremiah looked suspiciously at the plate. Trying to see if he could see traces of poison. He dropped his pen, crossing his arms to lean back in his chair. – “You eat it.” – he called out, not trusting it one bit. – “Okay.” – you answered tearing a piece of the food apart to eat. Jeremiah watched you closely.

“The whole thing.” – he responded, still suspicion you might have not poisoned it all to not raise suspicion. You shrugged your shoulders, taking the whole plate. – “I was only offering.” – you said returning to the window. Jeremiah held his hard stare on you. Waiting for you to have a reaction from the poison that never came. Perhaps it wasn’t poisoned at all. – “Y/n!” – Jeremiah called out as you got up. Having a clue of what he was about to ask.

You lowered yourself a bit to kiss his cheek. This time slow and tenderly. Jeremiah blinked surprised as he didn’t need to finish his request. – “That… that was what you wanted right?” – you asked seeing him puzzled. – “Yes…” – he answered, clearing his throat.

Later that night, Jeremiah fell asleep on the couch. Too exhausted from being locked up in his office all day. You sat across from him, watching him sleep. Rather staring at him as you had a million thoughts in your head. Some of them about escaping but they were quickly silenced out. Getting up, you took a blanket along with you. Placing it neatly over him. You then lowered yourself to kiss his forehead. Jeremiah moved a bit in his sleep as you let him be.

A few hours later he woke as you had already gone to bed. Confused he took an edge of the blanket laying over him, questioning if he had grabbed a blanket with him. He hadn’t. His gaze went up to your room, knowing it must have been you that had placed it on him. Why he wondered?  Jeremiah got up, going back to his office to continue plotting. When the sun rose, you were confused to not find Jeremiah in the sofa where you had left him or in his bed.

Slightly panicking, you searched the entire house. Swinging the door to his office open as you found him. Looking paler as ever. Eyes red and puffy. – “Jeremiah!” – you called out entering as he groaned loud. He felt groggy as he slowly tried to rise from his seat. He lost his balance, having to set his hand down on the desk to not fall face forwards on it. You rushed over to him, swaying his arm over your shoulder to keep him upright. – “I’m fine!” – he called out, pushing you away from him. – “No you are not!” – you insisted upon seeing him nearly lose his balance again.

You touched his forehead, before he could slap it away. – “You’re burning up.” – you told him. – “I am not!” – he let out not wanting to sound weak. – “That is what you get for overworking yourself!” – you shouted in defence. – “I am not…” – Jeremiah called out nearly tipping over on you. You caught him before he could tumble down with you. – “You are going to rest.” – you ordered helping him out of the office. Jeremiah protested but let you assist him out anyways.

You pushed the door to his bedroom open. – “I can handle myself.” – he grunted out, pushing you back as he wanted to walk by himself. He stumbled forwards, quickly reaching his bed in a weak way. He fell face down on his matrass, groaning loud. His legs to the ground as he wasn’t fully in the bed. You sighed soft, grabbing his feet to lay them in the bed with him. – “Back!” – Jeremiah groaned, kicking at you. His shoe hit your hand, making you stumble back.

He set his knuckles on the matrass, trying to pull himself up. – “Out! I’m locking the door!” – he said not wanting you near. He knew he was defenceless now. Unable to keep you  under his command with the loss of his strength. He didn’t want to give you any opportunity to kill him or call the GCPD. Angering your expression, you returned to him. – “Let me help you!” – you shouted grabbing his feet and tossing it on the bed with him.

He groaned laying in an uncomfortable position, needing to chance it. – “I said get out!” – he yelled breaking out a sweat. – “You’re sick!” – you shouted back. – “I’m not.” – he grumbled out. – “Jeremiah!” – you screamed losing your patience around him.

Jeremiah stared at you panting loud. You spun around leaving the room as Jeremiah rolled over, coming to lay on his back. He eyed the door, feeling too worn out to even lock it. Closing his eyes, he accepted his fate. You were probably calling the GCPD right now to come and take him to Arkham. He hated coming down sick. If this wasn’t happening, he’d still have you under his control. Now he was defenceless and it pained him to know you would turn against him. Finally elaborate on that plan of yours.

The door opened once more as you entered with some material. You set the bowl of water down on his nightstand, coming to sit on the matrass with him. Dipping the cloth in the cold water to lower his temperature. Just as you were moving your hand over to him, he grabbed your wrist with firm. Not wanting your hand near him. – “Let me help you Jeremiah.” – you asked, practically begged. – “Why?” – he asked curious. – “You phoned the GCPD so stop fussing about me.” – he said defeated lowering his hand on you.

His response made you blink curious. – “I did not phone them.” – you told him, slowly touching his face with the wet cloth. – “I just want you to get better.” – you finished. – “So no plot for murdering me?” – he asked making you stare in shock at him. – “What?” – you blurted out.

Then you started laughing. – “I’m not planning your murder Jeremiah.” – you reassured him, dapping the cloth against his neck. – “Then… then why are you looking after me?” – he wanted to know what your motive could be. You smiled down at him before leaving a kiss on his nose. – “Thank you for coming back for me.” – you whispered to him. Jeremiah blinked speechless at you. You wanted to wet the cloth again when you felt a grip around your wrist. You looked down at it before locking your gaze on him.

Jeremiah lifted his head a bit up as you leaned closer as well. His palm brushed up your cheek making him breath out in bliss. Closing your eyes, you kissed him. First tender than rougher as he had missed your lips for so long. Getting high on just their touch. Weary he had to pull away, letting himself fall back on the pillow. You continued to tend for him as he finally understood your motives. There were none.

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[your-nanas-house]

Absolutely adored the Jerome x psychiatrist thing you wrote yesterday 🥹 Would you be willing to do something similar for 'Miah? If not feel free to ignore this lol

Love your works❤���❤️

Sure thing!! Sorry it took me so long 😭 Thank you! 🥰

As cold and white as the snow

◇ Pairing: Jeremiah Valeska X psychiatrist!Reader

◇ Warnings: fluff, Jeremiah in Arkham, christmas, gifts

◇ Summary: Dr. Y/l/n takes over Jeremiah's case and tries to work with him.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English.

It was dark, Jeremiah was motionless sitting on the usual seat in his cell at Arkham.

It was around three months ago when the case of the second Valeska had been given to a new psychologist, pretty young one that was eager to experiment and learn... Dr. Y/l/n.

The young woman was the one that took the reins of that maddening and annoying path, doing her sessions with Jeremiah each day even if he opted to stay absolutely quiet, still and lifeless... like some kind of plant. That did not stop her though, she kept trying with some techniques so to try and make him act or reply someway.

She tried using the topics the psychopath was so fond of, she brought toys and some objects to see if his mind reacted... she even mentioned and asked questions about Bruce Wayne.

Nothing, absolutely nothing. Not even a twitch of an eye or a slight smirk.

"You didn't mentioned any wishes for Christmas so... I brought you something" The psychiatrist informed as she searched in her bag the small box she got for Jeremiah.

It was a little gift, wrapped in purple paper and decorated with a big green bow, a note was glued to it with a simple message and a poetic short sentence she got somewhere.

"I open it up for you, yes?" Y/n asked without actually expecting a reply before opening the gift and placing a maze book in front of him, a pencil right next to it before getting up

"I think I'm going to grab us two blankets, it's pretty cold in here. They should repair the stoves" she murmured lowly while heading outside of the cell they were in and coming back ¼ hour later.

It wasn't like Jeremiah actually needed a blanket since he seemed unbothered by everything that was surrounding him.... yet the young psychiatrist wrapped the warm fabric around his shoulders before sitting back down so that she could fix her own blanket.

A quick glance at the clock and she froze in her spot, the pencil slowly falling from the table and hitting the ground indicating her that someone had moved it previously since earlier it was still tied to the book with a box.

Another glance and her y/e/c eyes stopped on the book itself, which was now open on a random puzzle maze page— that was finished and complete with right choices.

"I must admit that your stubbornness really scares me, Jeremiah. But I can't stop admiring it someway" Y/n commented before glancing up at the motionless patient, knowing well that Noone would have believed her if she would have reported a movement from him.

[lexi0widow]

If you do gotham characters. Could you do a Jeremiah x reader who is very colourful. Like colourful clothes and hair. That's also makes trinkets

ofc i cann!

JEREMIAH VALESKA

you guys are like polar opposites

hes all dark and gloomy the most colour he wears being a dark purple

whilst you’re all happy and colourful

Thats how he found himself drawn to you

You were so different from the usual person in gotham

He was interested in getting to know you

He mistook you for a new villian at first

thinking your regual clothes were your costume

but he was wrong

He enjoys your trinkets even if he doesnt say it much

He keeps one on his desk in his office

and takes one with him to meetings because he finds them relaxing (theyre his goodluck items)

he finds it quite satisfying to watch you create your trinkets

He also had his men go out regularly to buy you hair dye to ensure it mever fades

If you want to try something new just tell him he’ll send his men out immediately

Also don’t worry about prices of anything

Hes rich

Super rich

[coupleoffanfics]

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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[unknown-writez]

Misfit Toys

Do you like tv shows like arcane and Gotham then this is perfect! This is a cross between the two! Follow this jinx reader through her harlequin reality!

Y/N is an archivist at the GCPD when she runs into a boy from her childhood (Jerome Valeska) and everything changes.

Chapter One: Memories- Part One

On one hot humid June night my parents decided to take my sister and I to the traveling  circus that had come into town. I’ll never forget that night. I was naively encapsulated by my youth, amazed as I watched colored lights twinkle painting different hues on big striped tents. Games littered the area alongside everything, the sounds of loud bells and carnival music erupting from it all surrounding me as people talked loudly, their voices full of joy and laughter. In the big tent I sat giggling having fun next to my sister eating my Cotton candy and her kettle corn. The heavenly sweet taste melting on my tongue, a sensation I can’t shake from my memory. As I watched acts go on one after the other acrobatics clowns contortionist ect. The crowds cheered and gasped as they performed their unbelievable stunts. After it was all over my family stood outside the tent my parents arguing over what I labeled as grown up stuff at the time my sister standing obediently silent near them. Their voices grew louder and louder making me nervous. Everyone was so distracted with themselves or it that They didn’t even notice me wandering away. I walked till I was far enough away to block it out. The loudness of their voices now gentle whispers on the breeze. Looking around I sat on top of a nearby trunk rusted from being outside in the elements, the cold mental lining touching my skin. I looked up at the stars then back out at the tents and field as fireflies started coming out their yellowish green lights popping on and off around me almost as if it was a magical omen calming me down saying it was going to be okay. Distracting me from my incomprehensible ideas and feelings. Suddenly my peace was broken by the rustling of braking leaves and sticks filling the air. Soon a bush near by the tent across from me was shoved aggressively aside to reveal a young distraught red headed boy who looked around my age, his pale freckled face bright pink and his blue eyes watering before going big. Realizing I was there he quickly raised his hands to wipe the stray tears away. Smiling awkwardly at him I asked “are you okay?” not knowing really what to do if he wasn’t. “yeah.” he replied in a low tone looking at the ground “what’s wrong with you?” I asked with growing curiosity. “I was joking with my brother and he lied and got me in trouble.” he said clenching his fist  before looking back up at me. “What was the joke?” I asked, kicking my feet a little as they dangled off the ground. “I put a snake in his bed to scare him, he doesn't like them.” he finished smiling as little giggles started to escape me at the thought of something so ridiculous making him chuckle. His eyes now shining with pride the little boy cheered up. “I saw you at the show tonight! Did you like it?” he asked. I nodded my head excitedly up and down. ”I loved it!” I said my eyes lighting up with passion. “You weren’t scared?” he asked, crossing his arms with a smirk. “no!” I said loudly “I’m not scared of anything.” I finished childishly over confident. “really…? Not even-“ the boy started to retort challengingly only to get cut off. Our attention now on the far away crowd as my name was called out multiple times progressing in panicky tones till it turned stern as they screamed out my full name in anger. Getting up quickly I said “I have to go.” To the boy “Nice to meet cha Y/N!” he said, giving a wave after having heard my name. I nodded, smiling back, returning the gesture a silent goodbye and ran back to my parents where I got scolded for everything in the backseat with my sister on the way home.

[jeremiahslaugh]

Jerome: I want my brother and-

Me, dreamly: I want him toooo~

Jerome: What?

Me: What?

Jeremiah: What?

[mythicalcowboyatheart]

Charters I write for

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Gotham

Edward Nygma

Jerome Valeska

Jeremiah Valeska

Supernatural

Dean Winchester

Demon dean

American horror story

Tate Langdon

Kit walker

Lanna winters

Jimmy darling

James Patrick March

Kai Anderson

Marvel

Bucky

Loki

Tasm!Peter Parker

Stranger things

Eddie Munson

001/Peter/Henry

Jackass

Johnny Knoxville

Scream

Billy Loomis

Stu macher

Ethan Landry

Heathers

Jason Dean/ JD

Veronica Sawyer

Pump up the volume

Mark Hunter/ happy harry hardon

Nora 

Kuffs

George Kuffs

Hemlock grove

Roman Godfrey

Gleaming the cube

Brian Kelly

Criminal minds

Spencer Ried

Peacemaker

Adrian Chase\ Vigilante

Bands

Spencer Charnas (ice nine kills)

Andy Biersack (black Veil Brides)

Gerard Way (my chemical romance)

Frank iero (my chemical romance)

The fabulous killjoys:

Party Poison

Fun Ghoul

Texas chainsaw massacre

Johnny Slaughter

Re-animator

Herbert West

Terrifier

Art the clown

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JEREMIAH VALESKA

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[sharing-with-my-gnomies]

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Jeremiah Valeska X Reader

Jeremiah comes out of his bunker after several years hiding in it and meets Y/n, from there there an obsession starts. They could meet for some reason...like the bump into each other in the crowd and her perfume can't leave Jeremiah's nose so he starts searching her to be able to see, touch and sniff again.

[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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[your-nanas-house]

Smart little girl

◇ Pairing: Jeremiah Valeska X fem!Reader

◇ Warnings: age gap (they are both adults), assistant reader, kiss, Jeremiah

◇ Summary: Jeremiah loves to listen to Y/n.

◇ Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. JEROME's version here.

Jeremiah's piercing green eyes continued to remain fixed on the girl in front of him, he had recently hired her as an assistant and continued to be impressed by her intellect.

He found her charming, beautiful and with brains it's a decidedly little known combo in Gotham City, he didn't care much about their age gap in the end they were both adults and he had an excuse to call her 'his smart little girl'.

He started calling her that because the young girl could find a solution to everything, could answer anything, and would give you the exact dictionary definition if you asked her— she was practically a walking, living ecyclopedia.

At that moment Y/n was busy talking about a topic that fascinated her from a book she was reading and although Jeremiah wasn't very interested, the way she spoke and told things enchanted him making him keep his eyes on her throughout the weather.

"I really like Shakespeare, the contrast between him and—" she stopped for a moment finally noticing that Jeremiah didn't speak at all and she was rambling since almost 15 minutes

"I'm sorry, Miah" she added quickly, smiling softly hoping he wasn't mad at her even though he looked just lost and she couldn't really read his blank expression— reason because she didn't expected the sudden hungry kiss that she received.

"I love when you talk, darling, but you need to learn how to shut up a bit— am I right, my smart little girl?" Jeremiah asked, licking his lips after they broke the kiss.

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[littlelambscandyland]

Their Little Sister

Yandere!Cg!Jerome Valeska x PermaReggressor!Reader, Yandere!Cg!Jeremiah Valeska x PermaReggressor!Reader

Notes- Perma Regression is a form of involuntary regression that is permanent, often this is caused by severe trauma at an early age. In this story the reader is permanently regressed to around 6 years old.

Warnings- Canon typical violence, Reader is the twins biological sister, Childhood Trauma, Manipulation, Use of Y/n, Second Person Pov

The noise in the station rang loud in your ears. You followed the policeman through the noisy precinct into a quiet room in the back. A pout sat on your lips as you waited in the darkened lights in front of the big mirror. It wasn’t until a new man walked through the door you let up on the pout you were sending to your reflection.

You know the man. His name was Jim. You’d met him once, though you can’t remember when you remember why. Last time you saw the detective was when he sent you to live with your current “caretaker”. The best decision that was ever made for you was being placed into Naomi’s care. Although you were made aware later it was the kind doctor lady who told him it was the safest option. Lee, was her name if you remembered right. You never were told, however, what happened to your mother and brother.

Maybe that’s why they brought you back? You could finally see your brother again, then again they said he was in trouble so, maybe not… You don’t care much for your mom. She wasn’t around much and when she was she was always screaming. You doubt she’d change, ever.

“Y/n…” A voice pulls you out. Jim’s voice.

You hum in response. A smile grows at the recognition. Slightly proud of yourself for remembering so well. 

“Did anyone tell you why you’re here?” He asks while he sits down.

You shake your head in response.

“Do you, uh, remember who I am?” He asks nervously.

Why would that make him hesitate? Of course you remember. You're a big girl, you can do that much.

“Uh huh, I remember you.” You reply nodding enthusiastically. “Is the lady doctor still here too?” You ask kindly.

He raises his brows. “Lee?” You nod. “Yeah, she’s still here… You don’t watch the news do you, Y/n?”

“Nuh uh,” You answer. “Miss Naomi says I shouldn’t do that.”

“Right.” He smiles strangely before it falls again. “Have you seen Miss Naomi today?”

You tilt your head in confusion. Now that you think about it, you hadn’t seen her today. She went out for groceries and the next person you saw was the nice cop guy at the door. Was she okay? Did she get in trouble like Jerome did?

“Have you seen her?” Jim pushes again.

A pout grows on your lips again. “No, sir. Not after she left this morning…”

“Have you seen either of your brothers?” He asks suddenly.

Brothers? Brothers… Right… You have another brother too… What was his name? Your big brothers Jerome and, and, Jeremiah... He was always the calm one. Jerome made the jokes while Jeremiah patched you up. Jeremiah made puzzles and Jerome made the stages. Jeremiah was methodical and mean. Jerome was quick and cruel. 

But. You haven’t seen either in years. Miah, a lot longer than Romie. 

“Y/n. This is important. Have you seen or spoken to Jerome or Jeremiah?” Jim asks strictly.

“ ‘s been a really long time.” You whisper.

He stares. “How long?”

“Miah’s been gone a while when we still lived with momma… Haven’t seen Romie since he got in trouble… Are they okay?” Confusion and fear held clear on your face.

“They’re fine.” Jim says. He sounds angry. He looks at you for a moment. “I don’t think you’re safe.”

“Why not?” Your brows furrow.

“Your brothers are,” He hesitates, trying to find the words. “Dangerous.”

“Dangerous…” You drag on.

“I think they might hurt you.” He says.

“No they won’t.” You state, factually.

No, they protected you. They could get really angry, but they never hurt you, not like mom did. Break things, scream, but never hurt. Jeremiah patched you up so many times, and Jerome held you as you cried so many nights. Why did he think your older brothers would hurt you?

Before your conversation could continue the detective's phone rang. He left you with a simple command and a point of his finger. “Don’t move.”

So, you sat once again unmoving in the little, dimly lit room. You sat for a few moments before a visceral noise hit your ears. You hadn’t heard someone scream the way these people had since you were in the circus. What were they doing out there? You’d go look, but the detective seemed real serious about you not leaving.

So, you’ll wait. And wait. And wait. And, oh god, how long is this going to take? Isn't it enough they took you away from home, but now they’re gonna make you wait? You were going to surprise Naomi with your very own comic when she got home, and now the surprise isn’t going to be finished. She’s probably already seen it. Those big jerks. Except Jim, he at least came to talk to you for a little bit.

Oh well. These things never really go as planned. She’s gonna love it anyways, you’re sure of it.

It wasn’t much longer till you started “exploring” the small room. Your exploring mostly consisted of knocking on the mirror hoping for a response. One knock, nothing. Two knocks, nothing. A sigh, three knocks, nothing. It kinda reminded you of when mom would lock you out of the trailer at the circus.

Four knocks, a fun little pattern, and… Two knocks back. You didn’t mean to, but you jumped a bit at the response. Someone finally answered, you. You knock back with the other person's pattern. A giggle-like squeal escapes you when a very noisy pattern knocks back. This game is much more fun when someone responds! You try to recreate the pattern, but discover you don’t quite have enough hands.

“Well, I guess you beat me.” You smile at the glass.

The knocking stopped and you traveled back to the seat you were in before, and you continued waiting. 

Suddenly, you heard the pattern again, but this time it was from the door. You shot your head to the door. You thought about playing again, but what if it was Jim? What if it was a test like momma used to do? The ones where she’d wrap her hands around your neck when you failed. “Don’t knock on the doors, Y/n.” She’d tell you as you laid on the ground when she wasn’t angry anymore. When she wasn’t disappointed in you failing anymore.

You waited patiently, not really, for the door to peel open. When it finally did the door blocked the person in the doorway.

“Hello~” The man called out.

His voice was both gravely and high pitched. A part of you felt comforted by the sound. Another part felt frightened by his loud presence. Other noises could be heard from beyond the door. Screams and loud bangs surrounded the halls. It was discomforting and alluring…

When the man crept into the room finally you noticed how he bent his tall form down slightly. Like he was prepared for something bad. He didn’t look right at you as he was busy listening to the whispering voice still hiding behind the door frame. 

“Hi!” You called out wanting the man to face you. “I’m Y/n. What’s your name?” Smile on the edge of your seat.

It’s been a while since you’ve met someone new. Naomi always said it wasn’t a good idea for you.

When the ginger turned on his heel to face you, you saw his face light up. Such a familiar face…

“Hello, Doll~” He said with a grin.

His eyes were lit with mischief, with love, and something you just couldn’t understand. His face was scarred around the edges and around his eyes. His smile was permanent in the corners of his lips. He wore a tannish, yellow suit that had something red and sticky clinging to certain parts of the cloth.

His arms were out slightly like he was waiting for someone to throw themselves at him, which he wasn’t wrong, because the second you recognized him you were throwing yourselves into his arms.

A squeal left your lips. Was it really him? Your big brother was back. Was that why Jim brought you here? You couldn’t keep the smile from your lips. He smells like cookies and pennies. He’s so much different than you remember, but it was him. It was Jerome.

He picks you up and holds you in his arms. Your legs wrap around his hips and your arms around his neck.

“You came back!” You gleam.

“Ohoho! You thought you were rid of me for good huh? Well hate to break it to ya angel you’re stuck with me.” He says bouncing you lightly in his arms. Romie seems genuinely happy. It was so different than he used to be.

“So… You’re not in trouble anymore?” He’s back, so he’s not in time out anymore right?

He looks at you with a goofy face. Eyebrows down and a smile that mimicked a frown. 

“Is that where they said I was?” Jerome asks. A darker look crosses his face. You nod. “Well, I’ll tell you a secret.” He lowers his voice and it gets more gravely. “They’re liars. They took you from me and lied to keep us separated.” His voice filled with hate.

“Why- why would they do that?” You ask, slightly frightened by what your big brother’s telling you.

His eyes narrow to the side as a loud ringing goes off outside the room. “Well it’s because they’re big meanies, duhh.” He says it in a way that makes you giggle. “Now,” Jerome says, setting you on the ground. “Let’s ditch this joint.”

A hum left your mouth. “Where’re we goin?”

“Home,” He smiles. “Obviously.”

Everything else went by in a flash. The loud men and the banging of the metal toys. Your big brothers hand wrapped yours up as he pulled you away from the chaos. The car drove fast down the road and Jerome laughed so much you were scared he’d stop breathing.

Eventually things calmed down. Jerome answered every question you had, although every answer made you feel slightly uneasy. Not towards him, of course, no, towards all those cruel people who separated your little family.

The car ride reminded you a bit about being in the circus. The long drive where only Romie was there to talk to.

When the two of you, and whoever was driving the car, got to where you were going Jerome helped you out. Looking around you were surrounded by trees. It’s been a while since you’ve been in such a pretty place. The two of you entered this big grey structure and you held his hand as he led you down a very long set of stairs, ignoring the buzzing noise that happened when the door closed.

At the end of the stairs you’re met with a hall. After a few twists and turns you caught on.

“It’s a maze!” You say with a shout and a grin.

Your big brother jumps from your sudden loud noise after so many minutes of silence.

“Geez! Blow your big bros eardrums out why dontcha.” He says with a fake pout as he wiggles his ear. “And uh duh. You know how Miah is with all his puzzles.” He says holding on to the “s”.

Jeremiah’s here? You were gonna see him too?

Laughter filled your chest and you started to bounce slightly. This was so exciting.

“We’re gonna see Miah!” You laugh out in glee.

“Yeah, yeah don’t sound so happy bout it, will ya.” Jerome says, but there's a smile beneath the petty comment.

They always did jab at each other.

“Why’re we taking so long we gotta go!” You say pulling Romie further down the hall.

It took only a little longer after you started pushing your brother to move faster. The door felt important once you finally stood in front of it.

Your excitement died a bit in your throat. Your younger mind hadn’t had the chance to doubt whether or not Jerome wanted to see you. He just showed back up and loved you, but this wasn’t the same. You had those few minutes and now standing at the door you were doubting yourself.

What if he had forgotten you as much as you had him? What if he doesn’t wanna see you again? What if he hates you?

You hold onto Jerome's hand when he goes to open the door effectively stopping him. He gives a gruff hum as he looks at you like you had two heads.

“What if he doesn’t want me ‘round?” You pout frightfully.

He bursts into a shrill laughter. It lasted only a few seconds and you didn’t understand why he was laughing. “You two have a lot in common, dontcha?” He laughs. “Believe me, Doll, if he didn’t want you here I wouldn’t have brought you here.”

He was right. Jerome would never lie to you, right? So, everything’s going to be fine. Miah and you are gonna get along just like before. Maybe even better! You and Jerome already are.

The ginger opens the door and once again you're faced with your long lost brother. The man didn’t even look up from his detailed papers. Does he like doodling too? 

Jerome looked really different, but Jeremiah looked like a completely different person. His eyes were light green and held heavy focus. His skin was as white as the paper he held, and his dark green hair was combed back perfectly. He wore a purple suit, it was clean and pressed unlike Jerome’s that was now stained with dark red.

“I thought we agreed you would start knocking rather than just barging in.” His voice was smooth and monotone.

You wanted to jump at him. Hug him and not let go. You wanted to, but he sounded upset, annoyed.

“So sorry, your highness.” Jerome answered with a dramatic bow. “I thought you’d want to see what a cutie our little sister is.” This time he turns and pinches your cheeks causing you to squeak a bit.

The man straightened immediately. Did he forget Romie was bringing you home today?

When he turns to look at you his eyes lighten. He seems almost shocked or maybe relieved when he looks at you. It feels like he’s looking at something that you can’t see. You can’t help but shy away a bit from the solid stare.

It was like you both were assessing each other. Waiting and waiting for the next move. Jerome moved to another part of the large room, and you peel your eyes from Jeremiah to watch him throw himself onto a couch. 

Looking back you wave slightly. “Hi.”

“Hello.” He responds simply.

“Y’look different.” You say quietly.

His stoic face broke slightly as you see a smile break through and fall away again.

You shuffle your feet. You had no idea what to say or do next. Jerome was always so open you knew exactly what to do. Jeremiah was always a wall and you really just wanted to hug him.

He hums. “Come here.”

You shoot your head up and walk over. A smile cracks through his face again. You look up at him expectantly.

Jeremiah lays his hand on your cheek softly. “What’re you doing?” You ask in a whisper.

“You’ve changed quite a bit yourself since we’ve last seen each other. I suppose I am just memorizing you again.” He says as if he himself was unsure.

“Oh.” You nod and breathe deeply. “Can I hug you?” You say looking at the floor.

He laughs… He laughed! Your head shoots up to look at his face and you can’t help but stare. Even back at the circus Miah didn’t really laugh, but here he was, a smile on his face. It was over almost as soon as it started, but you were completely thrown off by it.

“Would you like that?” He asks with an odd smile.

You nod quickly.

Your big brother hums again. He steps closer before pulling you to his chest. You can’t help the excited giggle as you wrap your arms as far around him as you could. He smelt like mint and pine. Jeremiah's arms held you harder than you expected.

“I missed you.” You whisper with your face buried in his suit.

It was true you always felt like something was missing. You always felt empty. You knew you were different. Naomi and Lee told you so. You understood that most people wouldn’t understand your way of thinking. That’s why you always kept them in your heart, even if they weren’t on your mind.

It was true you’ve missed your big brothers so much.

“Of course you have.” Miah states factually.

“Of course she’s, what?” Romie calls from across the room.

You can feel the scoff that slips from Jeremiah’s lips and you giggle quietly to yourself. 

“You do not need to be involved in everything.” The ex-ginger claims.

“So mean~ brother. Wouldn’t want to give a little sis the wrong idea would you.” Your other brother dares as he walks closer to the two of you.

Jerome pulls you away from your other brother. Jeremiah just glares back. You whine and look up at him with a pout. 

Why would he do that? “Miah was warm…” You look at him doe eyed.

Romie screeches out a laugh. “Oh! You are just too cute!” He reaches out and squishes your face in his hands. “Isn’t she just adorable?” Romie says and holds you out to Miah.

“Shut up.” The other practically hisses. “Come here.” He says looking at you.

“Nope!” Jerome says, pulling you back into him instead. “All mine~” He grins.

“Romie, that's not fair!” You giggle out.

“And incredibly childish.” Jeremiah continues, grabbing your arm and lifting you into his own.

Jeremiah rests you on his hip. You can’t help but smile at the proximity. Your hands traced his suit, and you listen to the back and forth between the twins. Eventually the three of you moved to that couch in the corner of the room. The conversation bloomed and it was like you’d never been apart before.

It feels strange being here. It’s like a balloon full of confetti was being held over your head; you had no idea when it was going to pop or why it was even there. It was exciting and scary, yet you never felt more safe than you did tightly in the grasp of your big brothers.

If only you knew the truth…

Naomi’s body limp and unmoving a few rooms over. The cops that are mourning their colleagues. Jim is searching the cameras wondering why you would leave so willingly, did you really not know what they’ve done?

Of course Jerome and Jeremiah were in the best mood they’ve been in since teaming up. Their perfect little sister back in their grasp again. So many years without that perfect little mediator. A perfect buffer. The perfect balance for their chaos and gore was your sweetness and innocence. What a perfect scene it was; even if they wanted to tear each other apart they finally had you, their little sister.

[lexi0widow]

Bonjour could you do prespray Jeremiah who has a mechanic s/o like one who like can create Lil robots an stuff. Tiny bonus if they lost their leg and had to replace it with a bionic leg if not thank you and have a nice day.

ofc you can ml! im sorry for the wait!!

PRE SPRAY JEREMIAH VALESKA

Oh hes impressed

He is a smart guy and you figured out how to do things he can’t even do

Lowkey shook when he sees one of your robots for the first time

‘Y/n.. Dear, what is that?’

He acts calm and collected but inside hes freaking out

When he sees your leg he thinks its super cool

Hes gonna ask so many questions

But remember that if he crosses any boundaries/makes you uncomfortable/ wont shut up you can just ask him to stop and he will

He acts like some kind of father to your robots

He denies it everytime you ask but you can hear him calling them his children from the other room

‘Do you think i’m better than mother/father/other parent children?’

Hes a silly guy

He constantly ask to take one with him whenever he leaves his bunker thingy

If you say yes he’ll be ecstatic but if you say no he’ll understand

He’ll offer to help you build them or to go out and buy the stuff you need to build them

[coupleoffanfics]

Part 2 of Batfam and batsis y/n headcons

Masterlist

It was a surprise to see y/n at the of the manor one night after her "outburst" that was a couple months ago. Alfred is happy to see her but notices her troubled expression. She greets him and asks if Bruce was here.

Entering the Batcave for the first time in years, it hasn't changed too much from what y/n remembers. The first to notice her walk in is Damian. "Sister, what are you doing here?" It's always so weird hearing him call her that now. He's never called he that until her "outburst".

This gets the attention of Tim and Babs, making them look away from the monitor. Tim is glad to see her again and hopefully, she is here to mend their broken, not completely burnt, bridges. Babs is also glad to see her as they haven't been communicating as much this past week, but concerned as to what brought her here. She has a feeling that y/n wouldn't come here without a reason.

"I need to talk to Bruce." Damian is almost upset that y/n didn't say she came to see him. He doesn't even have to open his mouth as Bruce is right behind her. Bruce makes his presence known which made y/n jolt up a bit.

Turns around to see him suited up just like the others. Not seeing his full face made her more comfortable oddly.

She takes a deep breath before talking, "I want to clarify that I'm talking to Batman and not Bruce Wayne. I have some information and I desperately need your help." Everyone's interest was already peaked before she said anything.

Bruce watches her pointer finger curl around her hair, her eyes shifted away from him, and her shoulders somehow become even more tense. "Jerome is looking for someone, not me, but I'm worried about them. Wait not looking for he's found them and I- ugh, I'm sure you've already done a background check on him. He has a twin brother and he supposedly wants him dead. I'm…"

All their eyes on her were worsening her anxiety. "I'm best friends with him, Jeremiah Valeska." Babs is already putting the pieces together that Xander Wilde was just an alias. She does remember thinking that they look similar, but she's only met y/n's boyfriend a handful of times and never looked that deep into Jerome's relatives. There wasn't any need to look at his family as long as they aren't committing illegal acts with him.

"Jerome, he did something to Jeremiah. There was this gas and it messed him up. He…" y/n was trying not to get too emotional from talking about a topic that was sensitive to her. "He's not right in the head anymore. It's almost like he's turning into Jerome. He's losing control, he knew a week ago that something is wrong but now he's saying…"

Their eyes and her various feelings on the matter were making her feel that this was a dead end. It's been nearly three months and things have been getting progressively worse. As she looks at Bruce and all she expects is to be rejected. To tell her that she was overreacting and that time was going to heal whatever this mess was.

y/n looked Bruce in the eyes and for the first desperately begged, "Please. Please help find a cure or something to end Jeremiah's madness. I…" She choked back the urge to say that she loved him. There wasn't a need for that and she'd rather keep them in the dark about her life. "…I don't want to lose my best friend. I know you're busy, but I had try asking. Just tell me now if you'd be able to help in any way possible and I'll leave you alone."

This came out of nowhere, but with y/n looking Bruce in the eye with glassy and a scared look in her eyes. How could he say no? "I'll do everything I can, but I'll need a blood sample."

Anything that he said after that went in and out of y/n's ears. She was just relieved that she had the greatest detective help her. "Yeah, um, I can do that." Her voice was softer than a few seconds ago. She wiped the tears of relief with her palm and quickly made her way out of the cave.

Tim wanted to go after her, but Damian was already following behind her and Babs gave him a discouraging look. Babs finally understood why y/n has been so quiet these past weeks. She also knew that y/n needed time to herself and she'd hope that Damian would understand that. She thinks Bruce knew that as well as he stared at the exit for a moment before swiftly going back to work.

Damian kept calling out to his sister before grabbing her wrist. y/n really wanted to shake off his hand and tell him to just leave her alone. Though feeling how firm his grip is she knew it would probably be best to go with whatever to not trigger another meltdown. That was the last thing she ever wanted to see or deal with.

Genuinely though she didn't know why he followed her. It didn't matter if he was trying to repave their relationship, she always expects the worst to come out of his mouth. As a shield, she says what he thinks he'll say. Putting herself down before he or anyone can do it.

"Yeah, I know I shouldn't be down there. It's no place for me and I get in the way. I'm not going to lie and say I'm fully sorry. I am, but I need to try everything to save him, and if that means you'll all have to bear witness to a living failure once more then so be it."

Damian is stuck by her words again and lets go of her as if her skin burns him. He was unsure of how to respond to that, but that wasn't the reason he was there. He tells her with full confidence, "Father will find a cure. Your friend will be okay."

She doesn't look at him. Surprised that he didn't degrade her and slightly smiling that he was comforting her. "Thank you, Damian, that was nice of you to say." Then walks out of the manor just like last time, but this night Damian can fall asleep without regretting eating him alive.

Bruce hires a team of toxicologists. Buys a whole new laboratory for the team. Making sure that there is progress being made while he's not working on it. Tim is the one who spends the most time searching for a cure.

The day after y/n would make her regular trip to the psychiatric hospital with Tim watching from a distance. Tim wasn't stalking y/n he'd claim fully knowing that's exactly what he's doing. He just felt that something was missing and he just wanted to know. He was sick of all her secretiveness. He's given y/n some space after her "outburst" unlike Damian and Dick. So he feels like he could do this because it's not like he forcing her to be around him like the other two.

But regardless the stalking. He was concerned about seeing y/n walk into a mental hospital. It wasn't Arkham, but personally knowing her track record of depressive episodes made him wonder why she was here. Was she admitting herself again?

y/n going through a mental low is difficult no matter how many times Tim sees and helps her through it. She'd stop having this bubbly aura around her. Not being able to get out of bed. There were few times she talked of how hopeless and empty she felt. When she had these episodes they'd never last a few days. They'd always be a week and the worse he's personally seen it last for 2 months. Then the mental image of her dealing with this on her own and coming to the point that she felt the need to admit herself was devastating to him in many ways.

Disguised as part of the staff, Tim followed y/n. Quickly realizing that she wasn't admitting herself, but visiting. He stood by the door of the patient's room that she dispersed in and closed the door. Interestingly Echo walked out of the room at one point and went back.

Seeing y/n standing by the door and about to leave, Tim quickly put some distance between himself and her. Watching y/n, Echo, and a man wearing a hat walk out. Following close behind as they left the hospital and entered the parking garage. He noticed how closely y/n and the man were walking together while Echo walked behind them.

Suddenly Echo came to a halt making the others stop and look at her. Then she ran full force toward Tim and pushed him against the concrete wall. A sharp knife pressed against his throat.

The handful of times Tim has seen Echo he's never seen her exhibit any emotion. There was a sort of underlying anger as she calmly ask who he was and why he following them. He's not able to get his mouth open because y/n runs up panicked while the man walks slowly.

y/n doesn't even need a second to see that it was Tim. Makes Echo let go of him before asking what he was even doing there. There is no good lie that he can come up with on the spot and he knew lying was just going to make y/n more upset than she already was.

"You never talk or are around anymore. You're so secretive now that it makes me worried." Tim would continue if he didn't notice y/n clench her jaw. He would have to be blind to not see y/n trying to keep her cool.

That's when the man placed his gloved hand on her shoulder. Just that simple action alone got rid of any tension in y/n. The man would introduce himself as Jeremiah.

Tim felt uncomfortable by Jeremiah. It could have been the fact that y/n did say his mental sanity has deteriorated, but Tim could just feel something was off with him. His bright green eyes remind Tim of someone. His face also looked to be caked with makeup and the way he talked was unnerving.

The three leave Tim behind. y/n stating that they'll talk about 'this' later. He goes back to the manor even more perplexed by everything.

Later that day y/n drops by the manor. Trying to be discreet as possible because she doesn't want to trigger Damian jumping out. Handing the blood sample to Bruce then turning her attention to Tim.

They have a long drawn-out conversation about what transpired earlier. Explaining why he felt the need to follow her and how he wants her to be open with him.

"— I want us to friends again." That made y/n's heart and mind stop for a moment. Just a moment because she immediately rebuttals. Not trying to mean when saying she doesn't want to be near any of them. That just things change, that they've changed, and they drifted apart. That he had nothing to worry about, but to also never do that again.

y/n spends most of her time with Jeremiah until she has classes and takes a minute to drop by the manor for any updates. Now that y/n is visiting the manor, Damian doesn't surprise her with visits anymore. Since she comes over quite often, daily almost.

He always tries to prolong her time there. He remembers the few things she's interested in. Art and fencing. He'll try almost bribe her to spend more time with him. Mentioning that he's going to an art museum or that he's done with his latest painting. It doesn't get her attention. Talks about how he's got tickets for a fencing match, but that doesn't interest y/n in the slightest.

It's like she's purposefully ignoring him. It's not the case, but that's beside the point. One day when y/n drops by and gets ready to leave, Damian walks up to her with one question. "Can you teach me how to fence?"

Taken aback the question y/n has to take a moment to register it. She sighs, "You're better off getting a professional trainer because I haven't held a saber or epee in a hot minute." She's not even trying to avoid Damian even though he just reminds her how much of a failure she is. She's just being honest.

The boy is becoming visibly frustrated. Panicking and remembering his last tantrum, y/n quickly says that she'll teach him the basics after her classes. Seeing that he was calming down y/n makes a quick escape.

After her last class, she sees Damian waiting right outside of her classroom. Once she's in his peripheral vision he tries to drag her back to the manor and into the newly established fencing room, but she needs to make a quick stop.

Will not let her go alone no matter what. So she kinda has no choice but to bring him along. It's nothing new. She makes a quick call informing someone that she'll have someone with her before jumping into her car. They take a long ride out of Gotham and into the woods. Making Damian wonder where the hell y/n is going.

The second one to meet Jeremiah is Damian. Jeremiah only politely greets him before leaving to talk with y/n in another room. The first impression Damian has of Jeremiah is not a good one. Highly suspicious of him and is not comfortable letting y/n be alone in a room with him. Low-key impressed by the labyrinth that Jeremiah calls his house and likes the interior of the living room. Every classy.

Would have put his ear against the door to hear what they were saying if it wasn't for Echo. She was staring him down. He's pretty sure she hasn't blinked since they got here. Going off what Tim said to the others about Echo possibly being y/n's lover, Damian wonders what y/n sees in Echo.

When they leave and get back into the car Damian brings up Echo. "Your girlfriend should learn how to blink." y/n almost stomped on the breaks. "Girlfriend...? Echo?" She's very confused. "Who else am I talking about." This is when she learns that the whole family thinks she's dating Echo. The idea is funny but also irked her because that was far from the truth. Calmly explains to Damian that isn't the case and that she was simply Jeremiah's bodyguard. Damian can't wait to tell Tim that he was wrong.

Once they get back to the manor y/n teaches Damian about fencing. First going over the rules and the 4 types of fencing before doing anything physical. Surprisingly time flew by. They probably would have been fencing all night if Alfred didn't interrupt them for dinner. y/n planned on leaving, but Damian convinced her to at least stay for dinner because Alfred made her favorite dish and dessert.

This is around the time y/n starts to think that Damian isn't too bad. Out of everyone in the family, Damian is probably the one she'd be the most lenient towards. She's lenient towards the whole family, but Damian is still relatively young. He was able to move on from his horrible childhood, even though that resulted in him lashing out, y/n can forgive that to an extent. Deep down she sees him as her little brother even after their rough patch.

The fact that he isn't breaking into her apartment and trying to connect with her, makes her think that it's safe to be around him. That she isn't going to be verbally reminded that she's one of the most worthless human beings to be alive.

She starts straying a little longer at the manor to mentor Damian a few times. He starts to worry when she easily has the wind knocked out of her and has a cough that doesn't go away. She tells him that it's nothing to worry about. Might lie to him if doesn't give up on the topic by saying she's developed asthma. The lie isn't implausible since anyone can develops asthma at any age and it is hereditary.

It calms Damian down a little. Now he constantly carries an inhaler just in case y/n needs it. She feels so bad lying to him, but she thinks it's for the best that everyone should stay in the dark about her medical condition.

Seeing y/n willingly hang out with Damian gets under Tim's skin. He's given her space unlike Damian, except for that one time but it was only one time. The little gremlin has been harassing her since that one "outburst". He'd want to pull out the 'I knew her longer' card, but he knows how petty it would be. Who she hangs out with isn't his problem and he should mind his own business.

He does mind his own business, but he may occasionally check the cameras to see what y/n and Damian are up to. That's all he swears. Oh, my god, they're going to orchestral concerts and museums together now!? This is so unfair Tim thinks to himself.

They use to be so close.

Honestly, Bruce is thankful for Damian. He's keeping y/n around the manor longer so she can be completely safe from the madness of Gotham. It's also good to know that she's willingly interacting with one of her brothers. It almost warms his heart to see her not be so anxious while in the manor. Just almost because she shouldn't have to feel anxious in the first place. This was the place she once called home, it should make her feel safe not anxious.

Remember the team of toxicologists?

If you don't that's fine. They were killed by the bomb placed in the laboratory, so it's not like they'd be brought up again.

Everyone thinks it's Jerome. The loss of innocent life and y/n suddenly going missing seems like a Jerome thing to do. When they hunt down Jerome, he just kinda shrugs his shoulders while doing a poor job at hiding his smile. Damian wants to scratch his face off or rip his face off depending on the state of it. Dick has to hold back the little monster while Bruce interrogates the ginger.

It goes nowhere until Jerome gets bored of interrogation and tells them, "I'm tired of him thinking that he's better than me. We're quite the same, but I'm the better one. I just had to give him a fresh air of courage to be his true self." Everyone understands what he's say and also groaning that they have to deal with another fucking Valeska.

BONUS

Jerome, Jeremiah, Joker, and Harley being a sort of dysfunctional family is a fun idea. (Inspired by this) Joker and Harley enable the twins' unhealthy love for y/n Wayne.

Harley is more "innocent" in her enabling because she sees nothing wrong with it. The staking, the murder, it's nothing when it's the name of love. (When she leaves Joker for Ivy, she might feel guilty for egging them on. That she played a part in instating y/n into a toxic relationship. Out of anyone, she'd be the one to understand what's it like to be in one. This might motivate her to help keep y/n safe in the future.) Out of the two Harley is rooting for Jerome. He just seems like the lesser evil for y/n.

Joker finds the whole thing funny and pathetic at the same time. The twins are destroying half of the city for a girl, it almost makes him want to roll his eyes. Almost because of the lengths they'll go to. How they're always butting heads and seeing how distraught the girl gets is fun. He can't help but laugh at it. He'll be putting his money on Jeremiah because he sees potential. He's not reckless like Jerome or impatient, Jeremiah is in it for the long haul.

[nevereverthem]

Gotham ficlet : 😴[Jeremiah Valeska x Reader]😴

Warnings : none.

Length : 712 words

Post Spray!Jeremiah was peacefully asleep, or so you thought...

That sort of… You!?

As one of Jeremiah's closest followers, you were one of the few allowed to witness his planification of Gotham’s rebuilding. It was late, or really early in the morning, depending on how you would want to see it. Jeremiah had fallen asleep on his chair after hours of planning. You had gotten up to prepare yourself a cup of tea. You didn't feel tired at all and took the opportunity to search for any miscalculation on his part.

“...” You heard what sounded like a groan and turned your head in the man’s direction. Still asleep.

You took a sip of your hot beverage, getting back to your reading. “...” This time, the groan was accompanied by a shifting sound. Jeremiah seemed to be having some turbulent sleep. It was the first time he had let himself be that vulnerable around you. He would normally lock himself up to sleep so that no one could cowardly murder him while unconscious.

“y/n…” When you heard your name slip out of his mouth, you slowly turned to face him. The man was calling you in his sleep. Well, calling wasn't the right word. It was no louder than a whisper. “y/n…” He was almost wriggling in his chair now. You knew some people could talk in their sleep or even sleepwalk, but this middle ground was somehow the weirdest of the three.

While you were staring at his torn features, his eyes suddenly opened. Yours grew wide, as though you were a child caught misbehaving. Jeremiah did not budge, observing you. He looked lost, as if he was wondering if you were part of his dream or real. You broke the silence. “Hello. Are you-”

You were cut short as the man stormed out of the room, heading to the bathroom, and started running the water from the sink. You sighed, leaving your chair to follow him in the other room. You leant on the doorway, cup in hand. You were sipping tea while watching him splash what you thought was cold water on his face.

The man dried his face with a towel and put it away. When he looked back in the mirror, he noticed you standing right behind him. “Get back to work."

His monotone voice made you scoff involuntarily. “You were the one distracting me from my work with all your noises. Why were you calling me in there?” You pointed at your head, a nail scratching your temple.

Jeremiah turned around, his cold green eyes accusing. “You distracted me from my sleep.”

You shrugged, lifting the cup up to your mouth. “How so?”

The man answered as he always did, bluntly and truthfully. “You were teasing me.”

“In what way?” You sipped some of your tea, waiting for an answer. That’s when you saw it, his stern facade falter. Something ignited in his eyes and his lips parted in the slightest, before he turned back to the sink. You swallowed the hot liquid, frowning in confusion. And then it clicked…

“No… oh.. no! Don't tell me… You have that sort of dream… You!?” Your mocking tone quickly faded when you saw his piercing angry eyes throw daggers at you in the reflection of the mirror.

You raised your hands in surrender. “Just saying. You’re always so poker-faced and serious, planning the next step of your plan, reading that diary... Didn't think your mind wandered in that area.” You couldn't help but let out a slight laugh.

His expression softened, though his eyes were still fixed on you through the glass. You lowered your hands, moving back to your initial position. “I’m flattered.” You tilted your head to the side, pondering. “If you consider it a dream and not a nightmare…” You took another sip of your drink.

The man let his head fall forward and took a deep breath. His hands were gripping the edges of the bowl to keep him grounded. “Jeremiah?” He looked up in the mirror. “If you want a ‘dream come true’, buy me dinner first.” You punctuated your statement with a final wink and walked back to the table.

The man was left alone with his thoughts. You had been a tease in his dreams, you would undoubtedly be one in real life too…

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Hi,

In the middle of writing an OS about Jerome...

I was sipping some tea at breakfast and had this silly idea about Jeremiah instead. 🙄

Hope you liked it. Feel free to like and comment, it's always appreciated. ~ 🫶

Gotham Masterlist

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[imaginesbymk]

❝ YOU ARE TOO KIND. ❞

Gotham One Shot

SYNOPSIS - It takes a while to finally get Jeremiah Valeska's attention and profess to him. It's all about being in the right place at the right time. Or rather, the wrong place at the wrong time... [ non requested ]

PAIRING - Reader x Jeremiah Valeska

TAGS - crime, violence, a bit of manipulative flirting

WORD COUNT - 1,520

TAGLIST - @moonlit-imagines @captainshazamerica

A/N - allow me to shamelessly brag about this one more time, but it was such an honour to meet cameron monaghan and morena baccarin at fanexpo canada back in august - been waiting almost a decade to meet at least one celeb from a tv/movie that i liked, at least a celeb i fawned over in my teen years. i was really active on tumblr writing jerome valeska imagines and a bit of jeremiah ones. this was a bit different than meeting joseph quinn or grace van dien two years ago. i felt quite satisfied.

it feels so good to be back here and writing ! please leave a like, reblog + feedback!!!

COMMISSION ME

SENDING A GIFT BASKET to the exact spot where the entire cult nearly destroyed a Wayne Enterprise-owned lab was probably the most laughable, embarrassing gesture you could ever put on. The gift basket was something straight out of Valentine's Day and you filled it with a bundle of joy... and explosives. The note stuffed in the bundle was signed, sealed and tied with red ribbon and written in black ink.

Count me in. - Y/N.

What were you expecting? A gift basket or a thank you letter in return? No. You expected, rather, a visit from the man himself. He's all over the news. Word-of-mouth and desperate demands for any leads to tip off to the GCPD... this man was everywhere, however since this whole week, no one could find him. Your attempts to summon him and speak to you was like summoning a ghost in a Seance.

He was just like his brother, kind of. Both evil. Both brought up to become a terrible threat to the city and yet... you wanted to find him. Or at least, in this case, you wanted him to find you.

This was Jeremiah Valeska, not Jerome. Jerome's dead. You needed to see Jeremiah. You needed to meet him, but you didn't know how. You didn't know where to start. You didn't even know where in the outskirts of Gotham was his underground maze bunker. Jeremiah's much more calculated and terrifying than Jerome, really. Your gestures and summoning needed to appeal and appear grand.

The gift basket was not grand at all. It was stupid and frilly and a waste of money.

You dropped the can of spray paint on the ground, letting it make a clanking sound on the wet pavement. You were done. After a whole package of spray paint, you made your last ditch attempt. Now to play the waiting game.

You stare up at the finished product on the wall. Perhaps it was missing something. Maybe Jeremiah's eyes needed to be a bit more wider. His nose had a bunk. Maybe it lacked his personality, maybe it filled up all the open space and you weren't able to write HA HA HA-

Hours of waiting spent for nothing. You waited all night inside the factory Jeremiah frequents and nothing even came near the wall except for a few giant rats.

A downpour starts and you watched cautiously as the rain failed to wash out the fine art. You sighed in relief and got up to give it a look-see, your hair creating a source of water droplets with your soaked coat and leather pants.

"Is that me?" said a voice so bored yet smooth, dripping with mockery.

You spun.

He was standing there so casually, but his gaze was intense, almost predatory, as if he was waiting for her with a hidden agenda.

The rain soaking her did not dampen her spirit. In a stark contrast, accompanying Jeremiah was a follower shielding him with an umbrella over his head to keep him dry, yet his spirit seemed to have washed away upon seeing the art attack on the wall.

"What in the artistic desperation is this?"

"It's you..." you say in awe and relief.

"Yes, I am me. But is that supposed to be me? What mediocrity. That gift basket was lovely, however," Jeremiah said. "Very lovely. How did you know I loved dark chocolate and dynamite?"

You didn't, actually. It came with the bundle. You fidgeted slightly. "You already knew... of course you knew... you liked the worship so you kept me on my toes and you waited until I went extreme. That's so you."

"Trying to achieve some validation from me with the use of vandalism is so..." Jeremiah trails off, his Reptilian-looking green eyes averting away.

So...?

"Amateur," he finishes, finally looking at you with pity. "You assume I share the same niche as my ridiculous, dead brother?"

"Isn't that what your followers have been doing since the beginning?" You grunted slightly with a crack in your throat, knowing you can't be snappy with Jeremiah Valeska. "I mean, they all dug up your 'ridiculous, dead brother's' grave when you impersonated him and fooled Detective Gordon."

He hums, a low passing sound that likely meant he was enjoying whatever this was. "Fair point, I'll admit. But my point remains. You're so desperate for a reaction from me, you feel the need to express your love through graffiti."

Jeremiah Valeska had a point. The twins had their different approaches to making a grand entrance and making themselves known. Jeremiah simply walks in, coining the impression of a dark, collective individual, while Jerome theatrically thrives in the room as if he was the main act at a rock and roll concert. Putting graffiti fan art on a wall is more likely to resurrect Jerome from the dead instead of impressing his twin.

"I guess you're right..."

Jeremiah Valeska stares.

"I was trying to get your attention," you say, standing up. "My way to grab an audience is through art."

"You sound like my brother. My brother's approach is unhinged and equivalent to a child scribbling on the walls with crayon. But anyway... you certainly have my attention now, sweetness. Did you just wanna show me your new drawing so I can hang it up on my fridge?"

You gulped. Now that he was really here in the flesh, you didn't really have time to think it through. You barely got to fantasize and rehearse your proposal to him.

"Please, slow down, you're speaking too fast," he mocks.

Calculated, collective and condescending.

You finally spoke. "I hope you don't think of this as some kind of trap, 'cause it isn't. I'm not working or helping the GCPD."

"Of course you aren't. With that posture? You appear dreadful."

You straighten your back.

"Tick-tock, darling. What am I here for, then? Are you here to put a bullet in my skull?"

"No-"

"Are you here to 'fix me'?"

"I want to be a part of something," you admit. "I wanna be your shadow. I need a leader. I'll be your follower."

Jeremiah stares... then his bright red lips parted to form a dry chuckle.

"What, job applications are full?" you nervously joke.

"Selective." He coldly eyed you up and down. "Very selective."

You scoff and yank away the rag tucked in your belt. "Don't you want some help? You've covered all of Gotham, but you could use the help. See how you influenced a commoner like me?"

"And what exactly do you have to offer that I don't already possess?" He asked. "Something as simple as… that, for example?" He pointed at the spray-painted wall. "Anyone can grab a bottle of spray paint and produce... that."

"There's not something unique I can offer, I can just obey and follow your orders. I'll be nothing but a robot answering to you. I'll be a great help."

"My cult doesn't 'help'... you make it sound like we run a fancy bistro. I'm reaching my wasteful brother's goals in a sane manner. My ways offer a much greater chance of reforming Gotham."

"And it's working so far," you nod. "It's done more than Jerome's-"

"What, have you made my brother a silly little drawing before I became the Successor... and failed?"

"I'm not sure why you cruelly criticize my graffiti portrait of you, Mr. Valeska. Your brother was an artist, and you are a creator, too."

"My question is left unanswered," he sighs.

"I have not."

Another dry chuckle. "So, he wasn't impressed, either."

"No, I meant I tried to meet him personally and I have. He just wasn't interested. The least he could have done was use me the way Theo Galavan used the Arkham patients or kill me out of annoyance."

Jeremiah Valeska grins. Your blood ran cold. "So now you are redirected to another agency, hoping they won't shut the door on you."

It didn't matter so much, wasting away to deform your purpose. Instead of boosting the GCPD's efforts, you sealed your fate with Jeremiah's hubris. You are willing to become a product of corruption.

"Jerome had charisma and a personality, but then again- and I might sound very passionate here- you are advanced," you profess. "I have no expertise in your field to give an engineer perspective, but you're quite the mastermind, Mr. Valeska."

"You are too kind," Jeremiah intoned, making his grand exit by simply walking away. His follower trails along, catching up so the umbrella doesn't leave his head.

"Wait!" You called over the loud rainfall. "So is that a yes?!"

Jeremiah stopped and turned his heel toward you. "You are to figure out the answer on your own. I already have everything I need with the exception of a pending Bruce Wayne, which you most certainly can't just plop right in front of me, now can you?"

He grins at you, a grin you yearned to see up close and personal from now on. "But until then, you are nothing but bacteria in this city's decay- and for Heaven's sake, it is putrid."

And he was gone.

END