#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.

[onmyyan]

Endless Again Love Interests

TW’S: MDNI, TW BLOOD IN RAVENS PICTURE, This story will contain YANDERE themes and behavior including but not limited to kidnapping, manipulation, conspiracy, obsessive behavior, murder, eventual Smut, and much more, if that ain't your cup of tea don't drink it ❤️ I can't wait for this story. BELOW KEEP READING LINE ARE LOVE INTERESTS

YANDERE VARIOUS DC X SCARLET WITCH!READER

Setup: All you wanted to do was get through your first year at Gotham University with your head still attached to your body, but you had the sinking feeling your wish for a peaceful semester would be in vain. Because trouble seems to have a thing for you darling. A set of dangerously unpredictable abilities, a sketchy organization hunting you down, and more obsessed vigilantes gunning for your fine ass than you could count, made for one Endless rollercoaster of blood and lust.

DAMIAN WAYNE 21

"Our fate has been carved in stone, I'm done fighting against it."

JONATHAN KENT 21

"Your heartbeat- I can hear how scared you are- Don't worry, I won't let em' touch you."

RACHEL ROTH AKA RAVEN 21

"You're not afraid, I can feel it. (y/n), I can just be when you're around, please don't take that from me."

GARFIELD LOGAN 20

"S'not fair, I can't just sit by and watch him take you from me- he doesn't deserve you."

CONNER KENT 24

"Relax, you know I won't hurt you, just don't try and run, I might get the wrong idea."

TIM DRAKE 23

"You don't need to hide anything from me, I'm on your side no matter what."

JASON TODD 26

"Say the word and we're gone you hear me? No one would find us."

DICK GRAYSON 27

"I told you I'd protect you. Even if that means protecting you from yourself."

KORI'ANDR AKA STARFIRE 23

"Come up with me again tonight? I find the stars dull when you are away."

HARLEY QUINN 26

"Don't you worry that gorgeous brain of ya's about how I got in here, worry about what we're eatin' for date night!"

PAMELA ISLEY 30

"Careful darling- keep looking at me like that and I won't want to let you leave."

JEROME VALESKA 22

"Keep those pretty eyes on me dollface, might just save a life or two."

JEREMIAH VALESKA 22

"Behave for me pet, I can be such a good owner when properly motivated."

EDWARD NYGMA 28

"Beg me to walk away. Or live with the burden of my love."

JONATHAN CRANE 23

"Please..- show it to me- make me feel that rush once more, I'm addicted."

VICTOR ZSASZ 23

"Don't be sorry sweetheart- hurt me again. Makes me feel like you do like me."

[diffidentphantom]

The One That Got Away

(Jermone Valeska x F!Wayne Reader)

Part I

Summary: You, the reader are the older sister of Bruce Wayne. And have been best friends with Jerome Valeska, since you first met each other at Haly's Circus during your youth. Due to being a Wayne, he was the first 'real' friend you ever had. But then one day, the friendship between the both of you changed. And you were sent overseas for your safety by your father. You haven't been back in Gotham since. But once you hear of your parent's murder, you know it's time to return and face your past once and for all.

Characters: Y/N as MC, Bruce Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Selena Kyle, Harvey Bullock, Jim Gordon, Dr. Leslie Thompkins, Jerome Valeska

Warnings: Angst, Possessiveness, Obsessive behavior, Stalking, Murder, Mentions of Child Abuse,

The first time you had ever visited the circus, it was on your eleventh birthday. 

And unknowingly at the time, it was that specific event that ended up changing your life forever. It can be argued that it changed your life a bit for the better as well as for the worst. It was the day you met your very first TRUE friend, Jerome Valeska.

Being a member of the prestigious Wayne family, you were expected to mingle with your peers. A.K.A other children of Gotham's wealthiest; i.e, members of the 1%, celebrities, people involved in the law - along with the shadier parts of it. You had made some friendships with some of these children, but none of them were true friends. Where nothing was expected in return for the other's company and allegiance.

But Jerome...due to being born to a woman who worked in the circus, he had nothing to give other than his friendship and loyalty. And because you helped him get out of a situation that involved his angry Uncle Zach. He became your very first REAL friend.

The two of you become inseparable. One of you always running after the other.

The adults in your life found it endearing, and grateful. That after all this time, you had a friend like Jerome. So, your parents, being who they are - opened their arms and home to him. Whenever the circus was in town. After all, to those who cared to look - it was obvious, that Jerome wasn't treated very kindly by the people who took care of him.

By the two of you were fourteen, something in your friendship with Jerome had changed. Maybe it was because the two of you didn't spend as much time together anymore? Or maybe perhaps it was because you were an older sister now, with a nine-year-old brother? And he was jealous of Bruce and the close sibling relationship the two of you had? (One that infinitely much better than the one he shared with his own twin.)

Whatever the case, Jerome no longer acted the same around you. He became like an entirely different person. As if his entire personality was hanging on by a thread, and that he was just waiting for one bad day. To push him over the edge.

And then it happened.

He took things to far between the two of you. Confessed his feelings - which didn't bother you, since you realized, you had begun to have a crush on him yourself. Admitted to stalking you days before, he let you know he was back in town. Killed your pet cat and threatened to harm you or your brother. Jerome became unhinged and dangerous to be around.

It devastated not only you, but your parents as well. Who thought of Jerome as another son. (So much so, that he had his own dedicated bedroom in the manor at that point.) But because he went off the deep end, your parents were worried about the safety of both your brothers and your own wellbeing. And with a heavy heart, they had to make a tough decision.

After Haly's circus left Gotham that year to stick to their regular route, you also left. Your parents had decided to send you overseas to their family villa in Switzerland, for your own protection and safety. From one person who you thought you could trust.

It would be the last time you would see your parents, and your brother for many years to come.

Word Count: 587

[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

Master list Wattpad. About me

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

[sharing-with-my-gnomies]

☆ imagine ☆

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.

[multismutsblog]

Poly:Jerome and Jeremiah Valeska × reader Jeremiah woke up first, unwrapping his arm from around your waist. He smiled as he looked back at you and Jerome. He the heads to get ready and take a shower. After you hear the shower turn on you wake up, getting up from resting your head on Jerome’s chest. You quietly tip-toe out of the room and into the kitchen, leaving Jerome alone because you know how lazy he likes to be. By the time Jeremiah has gotten dressed and is just about finished with everything he to do. You hear him coming down have breakfast. You know Jeremiah loves to annoy Jerome so your not surprised when you hear Jerome yelling at Jeremiah to leave him alone.

You never though one day you could have a polyamorous relationship. In fact, before them, your love life was like a quiet desert with a few Oasis popping sometime, trying to make you believe at their illusion. But , none of these mirage had succeed to make you fall in them. As a virgin, you have wait to the right time all your life before giving the beautiful gift of your femininity to the right partner. Now that they were there with you, loving you, you feel more that ready for that really important moment of you life.

Disturbed from your laps in memory you see the two boy coming to sit at the table. Awaiting there food you've cooked. Theses days seem to be on repeat. At 8 Jeremiah looks at his watch and heads off to Wayne enterprise for work, but not before kissing you both on the cheek and whispering an I love you to you. Since Jerome also works for Wayne however he works at his club in downtown Gothmen he also heads to work. Sick of the same routine you decided to make a change. That night before the boys got home for dinner you put sexy lingerie on and your cute fluffy robe that Jerome Insist you have. They spoiled you but you didn't care.

Getting dinner set up, you hear the front door open and close both boys yelling there home.

They round the corner to the kitchen to see you I'm your robe. You look at them and smile casually but you can see on there faces they already know something up.

After eating you look up at both of them stand up and drop your robe

“ I’m ready” you say

A light blush coving your face.

Jeremiah being the more caring brother

Speaks first

“ Are you sure Y/N” Jeremiah asked, while gently grabbing your hand.

Before you can reply Jerome responded

“ Oh shut up brother, the lady know what she talking about. If she’s ready, she is.” Jerome retort, more happy then concern, already getting up of his chair. “ Come on beautiful, let’s go fix this sad situation.” He lifts you up and carrys you to bed. With Jeremiah on your heels.

In the room, Jerome was already removing his clothes, letting them in a messy pile on floor. Jeremiah, less spontaneous was opening his shirt slowly, being as careful as always, putting his suit in a chair. You are excited and shy at the same time,you try to undo your bra but find your fingers are not working as well as you'd like.  

“ Let me help you” Jeremiah says

"Thank you” You reply letting him remove your bra, kissing you before Jerome has the chance to grab you. Once he was pulled away from you, you were in Jeromes arms.

"I was with her before you, it’s my right to play with her first ! “ Jerome says frustrated. 

“ You will be to rough, she’s need a gentle first time” The second brother said, trying to bring you back at him.  You thought they'd be able to get along for once but apparently not annoyed, you push them both back, walking in direction of the door.  the mood was ruined. You where Furious and hurt.

I’m not a toy ! “ You shout. “ If you aren’t able to not fight even in these kind of situation. I don’t think all this will be possible ! “ Tears began rolling down your cheeks, you leave the room. heading to the bathroom hearing the two agure on who's fault it was.

Locking the door of the bathroom behind you, you sit on the cold borders of the bath, crying all the tears of your body. 

Y/N” The soft voice of Jeremiah tell, knocking at the door. “ Please, open the door, we’re sorry…” 

“ You’re not a toy…we know that, I’m sorry” The voice of Jerome follow, a hit a culpability you never heard from him before. 

Passing your hand on your cheeks to removing the tears, you get up of your seat, hesitantly to open that door. 

“ Being sorry isn't the same as saying your sorry” You say. “ But I know you will do it again, you will fight for over stupid things and it will never end” 

The two brother stay silence for a moment.  

“ We will try to stop acting like child, you’re the love of our life, you deserve better “ Jerome tell. 

Taking a breath, you turn the door handle, facing now your two lovers. Opening your arm, you insert yourself into their arms,making a warm nest of flesh and love. Gently, Jeremiah kiss your hair, following by Jerome, kissing your shoulder. The act wasn’t mean to be sexual but, a fire slowly start in your belly, making you close your eyes.

Feeling the tension in the air change, the hands and mouth of the two men was now running over you, exploring each part of your body, asking, taken and begging for their attention.

Moaning, you close your eyes, caressing their skin and hair. Helping you to reach the bed,the two brothers slowly remove your underwear, caressing the sensitive skin in the same time. Jerome was on your side, playing with your breasts, sucking gently on your nipple. When Jeremiah, was on his knees between your legs, kissing slow Down your body to your throbing pussy. After making it to your pussy he looks up at you with hunger in his eyes.

You’re so fucking beautiful, Y/N,” he says in a shaky whisper.

The sheer and honest awe in his voice warms your skin and brings a blush to your cheeks.

He drags his long fingers down your body leaving goosebumps in his wake. His thumb lingers over the mound of your pubic bone before dipping between your lips to circle your clit. It’s a soft touch and meant to tease, but you waver weakly on your knees nonetheless. Jerome fondles your nipples giving each one a good pinch and twist as he watches his brother. His own cock out now dripping with pre cum. Jeremiah tugs you toward him, gently, but insistent and commanding, “Sit on my face, sweetheart. I gotta taste you. Lemme make you feel good.” You allow him to guide you over him until your thighs are framing his face. He noses at your folds, inhaling deeply, briefly chilling the air over your pussy, making you gasp. “Delicious,” he again asserts, his whispered breath ghosting warm over your chilled skin. 

Any response you would have offered melts away when his long tongue dives into your cunt. Jeremiahs satisfied hum vibrates through you, hitting all the right places and making you rock against him. His tongue curls around your clit, making you moan, “God, miah. Yeah. Fuck, that’s good.”

Jerome moves behind you slipping his hand around your throat from behind, squeezing firmly. Damp redish-colored hair tickles your cheek, and you’re pinned against a solid body, with muscles. Jeromes hard cock is pressed against your ass, and his honeyed deep voice is right in your ear. “That feel good, kitten?” You nod affirmatively. Jeromes hand stays around your throat, while his right hand traces down your body, finally diving between you and Jeremiah. He spreads your pussy open with two fingers so Jeremiah can get his tongue even deeper inside of you. 

 

“Help him out a little. Ride his face, kitten.” Jeromes voice is deep and commanding, even as it trembles with arousal you feel it deep in your chest. He uses the hand circling your throat to push you down onto Steve, while he moves his hips against you from behind. His cock is hard and insistent against you as you obediently roll your hips and grind against Jeremiah’s face.

Breathing more and more heavier, you fail to stay upright trembling and arching your back as you cum over Jeremiah's face.

“ She’s ready ?” Jeremiah says as he wipes off your jucies, looking at you, taking pleasure to see you in this state of joy. 

“ Yes, do you want the have the honor ?” Jeremiah answer, kissing your thigh. 

Changing their place, the boys try to make you as confortable as possible. Jerome lifts you and sits up on top of him as he lays in the bed Jeremiah kiss you gently from behind, his cock now pressed against your back, he gives you a surprise look when he feels your hand taking his cock and start a slow and delicious move of up and down. “ Oh god” He let escape, closing his eyes. 

“ She’s full of surprise our sweet Y/N” Jerome laugh, pushing the tip of his cock into you Slowly

“That’s our good girl. We’re going to make you feel so good, princess. Make you feel every inch of us until you beg us to stop.” Jerome whispers send a shiver through you as you feel his cock sliding all the way in you. One of Jeremiahs hands trails down your belly until he cups your soaking sex. “So fucking wet for us, aren’t you? This cunt is so wet, so ready.” Jeremiah fingers play over your clit causing you to cry out, and release his cock.

Jeremiah pulls out the lube from the nightstan and bends you over to prepare you. He takes his times fingering your tight hole and stretching you out. Jeremiahs voice is soft and husky when he asks, “Where do you want me Y/N? What do you want? What do you want me to do to you?”

 “My ass, miah, please. I....Want you to fuck my ass.”  He pushes a spit-slick finger into your ass and makes a soft, surprised noise when the thick digit slips into you with no resistance. He works on your ass stretching it. He runs his tongue around your stretched rim. His breath ghosts over your ass cheeks, followed by a soft kiss, and grazing bite. You push your ass into the air, asking for more.

Jerome.,” you murmur breathlessly against him. “Fuck me too, please. Want you both. God, please , baby. I need you.” you pant

Jerome moves his cock threw your pussy lips coating them with your wetness...

He reaches between you to grip his cock. He dips the swollen head into your cunt with a long, low moan. “God, Jeremiah, she’s so fucking wet,” he groans. “You’re drenched, kitten. Is that for me? You wet for my big, fat cock?”

You whine and grind down on his dick. But he stops you from sinking all the way down onto him and you whimper. 

" come on Jerome, don't tease her..I wanna see you go balls deep in her tight cunt."

Jeremiahs dirty words send shivers down you. He's not one to dirty talk.

Jeremiah wraps his hand around Jeromes length and pushes more of his cock into you. "Come on sweetheart. He’s all yours. You can take him when you’re ready. I got you.” Jeremiah says softly

He leans back to see you sink all the way on Jerome’s cock taking every inch.

Jeremiah puts lube on his dick rubbing it in preparing to take you from behind.

You whimper out "Need you too, miah Please, fuck me now. I Want your cock. I Need you— fuck —need you to fill me up.” bu the end you were panting

Jerome uses one of his hands to press you down onto him as he bottoms you out completely, you feel so full. Her makes you lean over him so he can spread your cheeks out even wider, Jeremiah." damn look at that tight little ass." Jeremiah says

Jeremiah takes his fat cockhead and presses into you agonizingly slow. Filling you like this, bit by bit—almost casually, like he isn’t driving you mad with sensation—he’s making sure you feel every single raw inch of his dick push into you. By the time his heavy cock is fully inside of you, you feel so full, and all three of you are panting.

Jeremiah folds over you to rest his forehead between your shoulder blades, and the way he groans “ fuckfuckfuck ” against your damp skin sounds like a prayer.

 

Jeromes whole body is shuddering with the effort it takes for him to not start fucking you with hard, thrusts. He growls a curse between clenched teeth, he slips his hand down to play with your clit, rubbing and pinching the little bundle of nerves.

"Jerome...." you pant...." Please I'm so full.."

He just smirks and continues his assault on your clit.

" I feel you squeezing my cock baby." He groans

Jeremiah then speaks up

" doll if you come for us we'll fuck you really good."

With in seconds of hearing that your entire pussy clenched with a orgasm. Both boys goan and pant as your pussy and ass sucks there dick in more.

Both men keep there promise and begin fucking you. They fuck like they fight; like men who have known each other their whole lives, and each instinctively knows what the other is doing. Each thrust in and drag out is synchronous, filling you and emptying you in perfect unison, and soon you’re melting into Jeromes arms, unable to support yourself on your shaky limbs anymore. Jeromes arms around you and Jeremiahs hands on your hips lock you in place so they can fuck you hard and fast. “I’m… Need to... I’m gonna…”

 

“You ready to come, kitten? Gonna come for us?” 

 

You nod and Jerome slips a hand between your bodies to circle your clit, and Jeremiah shifts to accommodate Jeromes hand. The

subtle shift drives Jerome’s cock into your g-spot, and your orgasm crashes into you. A hot, slick wash of fluid gushes out of you, soaking Jerome and Jeremiahs thighs as you scream their names with ragged shouts. 

 

“Oh, we got a squirter,” Jerome says. His hips fall out of rhythm, and you feel his cock jerk and swell inside of you as he pumps you full of come.

Jeremiah swears, and folds over you, planting a hand next to you on Jerome’s shoulder, the other locked on your hip, sure to leave a bruise. You reach a weak arm over your shoulder, pulling Jeremiah closer, his wide chest pressed against your back. Your hole clenches around his length with the aftershocks of your orgasm, and with one last thrust, Jeremiah buries his cock deep inside you, filling you with heat as he comes.

[frost-queen]

Reversed roles (Reader x Jeremiah Valeska)

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Summary: Reader is Jeremiah's therapist at Arkham. When the roles are reversed it is time for Jeremiah to be in charge and do whatever he likes with you.

“Ah Y/n!” – Jeremiah called out upon seeing you enter the room. You gave him a soft glare as he lowered his enthusiasm. – “Ma’am.”  - he expressed in a deep voice trying to be half funnily. Taking a deep breath you pulled the chair back. Jeremiah came leaning his elbow on the table, resting his knuckles under his chin.

“I’ve missed you doctor.” – he said as you sat down. – “Then you are the first.” – you told him looking for a pen in your pockets. He chuckled with a wide smile. – “Normally people hate therapy.” – you continued taking out a pen. – “I like you doctor.” – he responded all cheeky.

It made you quirk your eyebrow at him. – “This isn’t a playdate Mr. Valeska.” – you reminded him. – “It could be?” – he answered. You looked around the small pale room. – “Very romantic.” – you said sarcastically. Jeremiah leaned back in his chair, moving his hands behind his head. – “We can make it very romantic.” – he suggested glancing down at his own lap.

Almost inviting you over to come over and sit on it. You flashed your eyes down unamused by his attempt. – “Auch doc.” – he outed sounding like a wounded puppy. Exhaling loud you lifted your head back up. – “Shall we begin Mr. Valeska?”

Jeremiah shrugged his shoulders. You clicked your pen with a quick quirk of your brow at his lack of co-operation. – “You keep requesting me here Mr. Valeska. Why if you are not motivated to take on my therapy.” – you said as he snorted loud. – “What you really think talking about my feelings will magically make me sane?” – he laughed it away.

“It could be a start.” – you proposed inviting him to start. Jeremiah lowered his arms, changing his posture in the chair. – “I am more of an actions first type of guy.” – he told you. You hummed intrigued scribbling down as you mumbled out loud enough to him.

“Violent.” – Jeremiah puffed loud at how you were keeping the charade of being his therapy doctor up. It bothered him that you weren’t giving him the attention he wanted from you. There was a reason he kept requesting you for therapy even though he never wanted it.

Manipulating the guards into having a change of heart when it wasn’t the case. They were just foolish enough to buy it. Jeremiah leaned over the table taking your notebook and tossing it behind him. The pages fluttered open before it hit the wall. Dropping down to the floor, some loose pages scattered around.

You leaned a bit to the side to look past him to your notebook. – “You owe me a notebook.” – you spoke. – “You owe me your attention.” – he responded mocking the dull tone in your voice. – “I’m paying you to be here so I get to decide what I do with you.” – he made clear. – “You don’t pay me at all. The asylum does.” – you stated with a sneer driving him wild.

Jeremiah started to clap, applauding you. – “You are one tough one to crack.” – he said with a silly smile on his lips. – “Finally common ground.” – you answered. Jeremiah got up, shoving his chair back. He pressed his hands firm on the steel table. You didn’t even flinch feeling his fierce eyes pierce at you.

You looked back at him with a tiny smile. – “Does my lack of attention make you angry?” – you asked him. He licked his lip brief, turning his head. Clearly bothered that you were spot on. – “I’ll take that as a yes.” – you filled in. He looked back at you with a silly grin. – “I want your attention, all of it.” – he spoke full of mischief.

“I want you to keep your eyes on me.” – he went on straightening his posture. You kept your eyes on him as he slowly moved around the table over to you. – “I want your devoted attention.” – he continued rounding your side. – “What will you have me do?” – you responded intrigued what his intentions with these sessions were.

He set his hands on the bars of your chair, letting the feet scrape over the floor as he turned you in the chair to him. It made you swallow soft, feeling your heart rate slightly pick up. Jeremiah bend down, leaning in closer. – “It’s my turn to tell you what to do doc.” – he said staring hungry at your eyes. – “Is that s…” – you couldn’t finish your sentence as he had grabbed your throat, pushing your head back. His grip caught you off guard, making you blink a few times to process his hand around your throat.

Jeremiah chuckled devious loosening his fingers around your neck. He let his hand slide down your neck to your chest. His eyes following his movement till they landed on your lap. He smiled. – “May I?” – he asked, sitting down without permission. You felt his weight on your thighs. The thumping of your heart beating through your muscles with his pressure. He exhaled loud looking up to the ceiling for a moment. His arms resting on your shoulders. – “Isn’t this nice doc?” – he asked not wanting to hear an answer.

You turned your head to the side, trying not to fall under his spell. It was so clear he was toying with you. Messing you up and manipulating you. He knew damn well how good looking he was. Knowing no woman could resist his charm. His gaze went down on you once more, seeing you were keeping your head away from him. Jeremiah clicked his tongue, grabbing you by your chin.

He swayed his finger in front of you. – “All your attention Y/n.” – he reminded you. He drew himself nearer letting his cheek brush against yours to reach your ear. – “I can do whatever I like with you.” – he whispered making you feel slightly intimidated and strangely attracted to it. – “There will be guards soon.” – you told him. You heard him breath out a chuckle by your ear. – “We still have twenty minutes, doll.” – he said out loud to send a wave of fear over you.

You swallowed nervously knowing he had his grip on you for another twenty minutes now. He moved his head back to look at you. – “Are you frightened?” – he let out. Strangely you weren’t. Shaking your head you let him know. Your gesture seemed to amuse him. – “Very well doll.” – he spoke as his thumb slid down your cheek. – “Now it is my time to give you therapy.” – he paused his thumb on your underlip, flashing his gaze down to it. – “Therapy of insanity.” – he filled in with a hushed voice.

With his thumb he forced your chin down, opening your mouth. Before you could response properly had he pressed his mouth onto yours. Slipping his tongue right in your mouth. Your eyes widened at the feeling of his tongue in your mouth. His tongue brushed up your upper teeth before he sucked it back in, closing his lips on yours. Kissing your lips roughly. Staining your lips with his sanity. A gentle pull on your hair made you join in. Unable to resist not joining the party. The hotness of his lips demanding your participation. Whatever game he was playing it seemed to affect you. Unable to stay away from it.

What’s wrong with me? You thought as you moved your hands around his neck, grabbing onto the back of his neck. Your chest pressed itself against him taking a bit of control back. Jeremiah released his lips from you with a smirk. – “Somone is eager.” – he teased. – “Shut up and kiss me.” – you demanded pushing his head closer to you. Wanting his hot lips on yours again.

You didn’t have to say that twice as Jeremiah kissed you once more. Blood began to pump harder to your legs as a warmness spread inside of you. What was he doing to you? It was clear he was manipulating you yet you couldn’t stay away from it. Eager to be bound and do his bidding. Whatever he demanded you were willing to give. Surrender fully to him like a lapdog. Lips retracted once more as he smiled touching your cheek with a quick touch.

“Look at you.” – he said noticing the flush in your cheeks. You were panting, ushering your chest closer to him yearning for more. He had you right where he wanted you and you didn’t care. He removed himself from your lap as it pulsated strong. He went back around the table to the wall. Bending down to pick up your notebook. – “Can’t have you leaving without this.” – he said casually as if he just hadn’t kissed you till you saw stars.

He placed the notebook on the table, sliding it over to you. – “Next week same time?” – he asked as you could only nod. – “Good girl.” – he said going round the table again. He went to the door, knocking loudly at it. There he waited for the guards to open up. With one hand in his pocket was he waiting.

As if he had been the therapist ending the session and you the patient. The door opened as the guards were surprised to see him. They cuffed him once more. Before they walked off with him, had he turned around to you. – “I enjoyed this session. Very progressive for my well-being.” – he teased striking you with a wink.

The guards took him with them as you were left alone. You needed at least a few more moments to recollect yourself. The smell of his insanity still lingering on you. You laughed loud trying to cope with the fact that he has you under his thumb now. Grabbing your notebook you took your leave. Anticipating the next session where you no longer cared what he would do to you. As long as it made you feel wanted by him that was enough.

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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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[kaleidoscopewritings19]

Bruce Wayne x Reader

Title: “Secrets will be told” SERIES PART 6 FINAL PART

Need a Refresher? Here are the previous parts!

Part 1      

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Pairing(s): Bruce Wayne (from the show Gotham) and Female reader. BOTH BRUCE AND READER WILL BE 26-28 in this part.

Warnings: None; I did not proofread; I quickly skimmed through

Summary of series: Bruce Wayne was captivated when he met Y/N, and the feeling was mutual. Dating turned into being engaged and engaged to married. They knew each other’s secrets and told each other everything; they confided in one another. But once Y/N follows Bruce back to Gotham, he begins to change... He becomes secretive, is he having an affair? Y/N needs to find out the truth.

The sound of beeping made me open my eyes. I frantically looked around, and tubes were in my nose, and the heart rate monitor was beeping quickly. “Y/N, sweetie, please calm down..” My mom’s hands held mine, and I turned to look at her. 

I could feel a burning sensation in my hand, and I held my hand in front of my face. The palm of my hand was wrapped in a bandage, and the doctor walked in. “It’s about time you woke up, Mrs. Wayne. You’ve been asleep for three days now; we were starting to get worried.” he said, as he looked down at his clipboard.

“Do you remember anything that happened?” he asked and I leaned back into the pillows behind me. “I-I was kidnapped... By Jeremiah Valeska, and I was saved by..by...” I started to remember last night.

“Stay standing. Don’t pass out. Just focus on me.” he said, and I shook my head. “Please, just tell Bruce I love him. Tell him, I’m not mad. Don’t let him blame himself for.. for.. th-this.”

My lungs were burning, and it felt like they could no longer hold any air.  My legs began to shake, and before my eyes closed, I heard the batman say: “I love you too...” 

“It’s okay, we don’t need to go over everything right now. But I am advising you go to therapy when we get you home. What you went through was traumatic, and I think it would be a great help..” he said, and then he cleared his throat. “But let’s discuss what is currently wrong. Your oxygen levels were extremely low from breathing in all of the chemicals. Your hand-” he lifted up my hand and unwrapped it.

My hand was red and blistered, “You will have a permanent scar on you right hand.” I lifted my hand up and the chemical burn was in the shape of a “J”.  Of course, that bastard had to leave his mark.

The doctor grabbed my hand and wrapped it with a clean bandage. “But there are some corrective surgeries that can fix it. I can get something scheduled if you would like.” he said, and I shook my head.

“Where’s my husband? Where’s Bruce?” I asked, and my mom stood up. “He went home to take a shower. He will be back soon.” Her thumb massaged the top of my hand, and I sighed.

 “Why did you go to Metropolis?” my mother asked.

“I can’t remember. I’m sorry.” I said, as she pushed a strand of hair behind my ear. “Don’t worry about it, sweetheart. I’m just so happy that you are going to be okay.” she whispered. 

The doctor picked up his clipboard, “Alright Mrs. Wayne. Your hand is all good to go. Now, I must advise you to get some rest. And if everything is good by tonight, I will consider letting you go home early.” he said before walking out of the door.

My mother and I sat there talking about her and my father’s recent trip, until she had to go home to clean up broken glass. I sat there staring at the bandage wrapped around my right hand. I began to unwrap the bandage and hissed at the stinging pain that shot through my entire arm. 

I stared at the raw, blistered skin. Of course, he left his mark on me. I started to cry at the site of it; I felt disgusting. I could still feel his lingering touch on my bottom lip, and the way he stared at me. I was supposed to be dead. Never has anyone wanted me dead, and I hoped that they put Jeremiah away. Because now, this felt like a game that was not going to end in my favor. 

A knock on my hospital room door tore my gaze away from my hand. Bruce stood there with a bouquet of roses. I wiped the tears from my face, and he quickly made his way over to me. “Y/N, I am so sorry about what happened. I wanted to be here when you woke up, but your mom made me go home and clean up.” he said.

He watched where my gaze went, and he looked down at my hand. “Let me wrap that up so it doesn’t get infected.” he said as he grabbed the bandages that were on the bedside table. I stared at him as he bandaged my hand, and he finally looked up at me. “We need to talk when we get home.” he said quietly, and I nodded. 

“About the divorce?” I asked, and he looked down at his hands. “If that is what you want, then yes. But I would really like for you to reconsider those divorce papers.” He spoke.

“Why would I do that?” I asked, and he pressed a kiss to my forehead. 

“We will talk about this when we get you home.” he said, and he stood up from his chair. “Right now, I’m going to let you rest.” 

An hour after Bruce had left, I had fallen asleep. 

“I want to be able to control your pain and how fast you die.” Jeremiah hissed as he dragged a knife that had the residue from the chemical down my arm. 

“Stop! Please, stop!” I cried out, and all he could do was laugh in my face. 

Slowly, he dragged the knife down my cheek, “I hate having to scar your pretty little face. Maybe if Bruce doesn’t want you after this, I will give you a chance. After all, you will look just...like....me.”

I felt a hand shake my shoulder and all I could do was scream “No! Please, get off of me!” Bruce’s hand pulled back from me. 

“Y/N, it’s just me. It’s just me.” he said, and I jumped into his arms. “Please don’t let him get me, Bruce.” I cried out, and his hand cupped the back of my head. He pulled me closer to him, “He’s not coming back, Y/N. It’s over. Jeremiah is dead.” 

I pulled away from Bruce’s chest, “He-He’s dead? Are you sure?” I asked and Bruce nodded. “You don’t have to worry anymore.”

When we had gotten back to Wayne Manor, Alfred was smiling. “It is so good to have you back, Mrs. Wayne. Want me to fix you something to eat or drink?” he asked, and I shook my head.  

Bruce gave Alfred a small smile, “I think we need some time to talk, if you don’t mind Alfred.” 

Alfred handed Bruce something, but I didn’t see what it was. Bruce picked up my uninjured hand and led me to his study. “I know I said I can explain everything, but I think it would be easier if I just show you.” 

I watched him walk over to his desk and grab a remote, and he clicked a button, and a loud sound made the room tremble. I took a step back as the fireplace retracted into the wall, revealing a dark hallway with stairs. Bruce picked up my left hand and led me down the dark staircase. “Um.. This isn’t the part where you are actually going to murder me, right?” I asked and Bruce smiled.

“You watch way too much crime shows, Y/N.” he continued to lead me down the never-ending staircase, but a bright LED light was shining at the end of the hallway. He turned to face me, “Before we go any further, please let me explain and answer your questions. And if you still want a divorce after seeing all of this, I understand.”

I followed him into the blinding light, and after my eyes adjusted to my surroundings, I gasped. A group of computers almost took up one entire wall, and a big black military looking car was on the opposite side. But Bruce led me to a glass case, and once we got close enough, I stopped dead in my tracks. 

It was the Batman suit. Bruce opened the case, and I pressed my left hand up against the chest of the suit. Memories of being carried out of Ace Chemicals replayed in my mind. 

When he spoke that night, his last words to me were “I love you too.” Those words were not spoken in the Batman’s voice, but in Bruce’s voice. The scars on Bruce’s back, the late nights of him not being home, and this is the reason why he bulked up. Bruce Wayne, my husband, is the Batman. 

I turned to Bruce with tears in my eyes, “It was you. You are the Batman?” 

Bruce nodded his head as tears ran down his cheeks. “I had to retaliate, Y/N. When I heard Jeremiah escaped Gotham, I couldn’t be a sitting duck anymore. It wasn’t just me anymore, I had to protect you.” he said.

“And that woman in your office? Who is she?” I questioned and Bruce sighed. “That woman was Selina Kyle. She was warning me about Jeremiah. She heard that he was coming for me, but she didn’t know when. But instead, he went for you.” he explained. 

“We have been friends for a very long time, Y/N. Nothing is or ever will go on between her and myself. She is the reason Jeremiah will never come for us again.” he whispered, and I lunged into Bruce’s arms.

“I was so scared that I was going to die, Bruce.” I cried into his chest. “But the last thing I thought of before I passed out, was you. And when I looked into the Batman’s eyes, I should have known they were yours.” 

Bruce’s arms tightened around me, “I can’t lie to you, Y/N, but things are not going to be easy. Now that you know I am Batman, this is going to make you a target.” he said as he pulled away from me and held my face in his hands. “I can’t give up being Batman now. Gotham needs me more than ever, and if you want to leave me, I won’t hold it against you.” 

“Because I will never forgive myself if something were to happen to you. A part of me knows I should have left you in the dark, and I should have signed those divorce papers.” he said as a tear slipped from his eye. “But another part of me, the selfish part of me, doesn’t want to lose you. I love you, Y/N. You are the best thing that has ever happened to me. However, I will respect the decision that you make.” Bruce said as he pressed his forehead against mine. 

I took in a deep breath, “I don’t want a divorce, Bruce. I really don’t. But please, don’t keep any secrets from me.” I said quietly, and Bruce picked me up off of the ground. “No more secrets.” he said before pressing a kiss to my lips. 

“Mrs. Wayne, you are going to need these.” he said as he pulled my engagement ring and wedding band out of his pocket. Bruce slipped them onto my ring finger. 

A few weeks later, I was able to remove the bandage from my hand. This was the first time in weeks I had seen my bare hand. As I removed the bandage, I saw the dark red ‘J’ scar that would be a permanent mark. 

Bruce came into the bathroom and leaned against the door frame, “Are you alright?” he asked, and I closed my hand. “Yeah. I’m just trying to get used to this ugly scar.” I say and he wrapped his arms around me. 

“It won’t always be red. It should somewhat fade.” he said as opened my hand. He looked at the scar and sighed. “If I could have been there sooner.” he whispered, and I cupped his cheek. “Don’t go down that route, Bruce. I am just thankful you showed up when you did. Otherwise, things could have gotten worse.” 

He wrapped his arms around me, and I took in his scent. “Can I ask you something?” I asked, and Bruce nodded. “Will you train me, Bruce?” I asked and he pulled away from me. 

“Train you? For what?” 

“I don’t want to be that girl that was locked in a glass room, about to be murdered, Bruce. I don’t want to be the girl that is left with a scar as a reminder that I cannot protect myself.” I said and he tore his gaze away from me. “Please, Bruce?”

He stood there staring at the wall, and finally he answered. “Okay. You’re right. You need to be able to protect yourself. I will train you, but it’s not going to be easy.” 

That night, when we left “the batcave” after he told me was Batman, our lives had changed forever. I had to share the love of my life with everyone else in Gotham; they got the Dark Knight, and I got Bruce Wayne. The person I fell in love with at Princeton. 

He trained me just like he promised he would. Hell, I was so good at fighting that I was now known as the “Black Widow”. I fought right alongside my husband, helping keep the streets of Gotham safe.  

Then we adopted our first son, then our second, and then our third. Then Bruce found out he had a love child from before we met in college. And then we had a set of twins of our own. As a family, we had a pact, and that was never keep a secret. Because Secrets will always be told. 

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I know, cheesy ending. But I hope you guys enjoyed this little mini-series. I had fun writing it, and at times it was challenging, but definitely worth it. Thank you to the readers who stuck it out until the very end of this series! 

(Also, I couldn’t figure out a superhero name. So I went with Black Widow, I mean, I always can picture Bruce with a Black Widow!Reader. I do not own the rights to Batman/Bruce Wayne, or the characters mentioned. I only own the story line. Nor do I own the rights to the hero name Black Widow).

XOXO

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[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

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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.