Jerome Valeska ~ 6
❗️WARNING SLIGHT SMUT ❗️
I was a Wayne, my family was one of Gotham's elites so it was obvious I had to keep what was going on a secret and keep up my public image, for me and my younger brother Bruce.
My secret started when I was 16, I met Jerome Valeska. He was 18. It started off simple, we were just rather close friends, I'd go to the circus just to keep him happy. That was until he murdered his mother, however strangely enough no matter how wrong it was, I still loved him more than I should. And soon enough it got more and more deep, I got myself entangled with him, poisoned with him. And I loved it.
I visited him every-time Bruce and Alfred thought I was going to see a therapist, I mean it wasn't half a lie he was my therapy, my painkiller. They believed I was seeing a therapist because I was that damaged from finding out he was a cold blooded psychopath. But the truth is I didn't care, as-long as I had him.
Soon enough, we couldn't cope without each other, he would throw angry fits when I wasn't around. He was uncontrollable. I however, would lock myself away, not keeping up my social image or even trying. This caused a lot of concern, Bruce and Alfred had an even closer eye on me once that started but I didn't care. Everything I did was for him. I was devoted.
All that was 2 years ago, I stand here now at 18 years old. Jerome, standing at 20. He broke out of Arkham with 2 other inmates help, scarecrow and tech, they knew very well about me and Jerome being infiltrated with eachother and didn't mind me knowing about all their plans. As they knew very well I was more unhinged than I let out. I was sat at my vanity in my pyjama shorts and a bra, I had just gotten out of the shower and I was just admiring myself until my eyes land upon 2 other irises. Red hair blazing under the moonlight, his eyes were so bright, surprisingly stunning he slowly approached me and placed his arms around me.
I leant into his touch and closed my eyes, feeling almost high at the feel of his touch. His lips started attacking my neck and i let out a slight moan.
"Y/n I missed you."
He mutters in my neck a smile makes its way to his face I could feel it.
"J. You saw me yesterday"
I giggled at him, and he lifted his face out of the crook of my neck and placed his face next to mine looking at me through the mirror his hands moving all over my top half them slowly moving towards my lower half.
"I don't care, I need you all the time"
This made me grin brighter and I turn my face to his, our lips attaching together like a puzzle piece.
The kiss was filled with passion, need, hunger. We broke away as a knock was made onto my door, I had my eyes still closed and was resting on Jerome's chest. Jerome caressed my face and whispered to me
"I'll come for you tomorrow, I love you"
I opened my eyes to look at his.
"I love you too J"
I quickly kiss him before shouting out
"Coming!"
To whoever stood before the door. Jerome quickly made his way out to the balcony and looked at me once more before escaping.
I made my way to the door. It was Gordon, the anger I had towards him was flowing fast through my body but knowing Jerome was out out a smile to my face. I couldn't care less what Jim had to say beyond now.
