#jerome reader insert

// Jerome x reader.

Requested: Not really.

(Although, the idea did come from an Anon. Thanks Anon!)

Summary: Jerome is snooping through y/n’s drawers one day, and he finds a bottle of what he thinks are pills. He finds her and begins to tell her how perfect her mind is.

Need to know: Y/n and Jerome are a couple.

Rating: Fluff.

Warnings: Mild language.

Title: Strawberry Pills. //

 When the bed shifts as y/n gets up, Jerome opens one eye, just enough to peek at her as she shuffles across the room. His eyes open more fully as he sits up.

“Where ya goin’?” He mutters, his voice still rough from sleep. Y/n glances over at him, smiling widely. Jerome’s gaze rakes her body, a smile slipping onto his face. In his sleepy state he can’t comprehend much, so he laughs softly as he tries to gather his thoughts. “Come back here…lay down for a while longer, y/n.” He rolls over onto his back, closing his eyes. “We could snuggle for a whil-” His sentence is cut off by the sound of the door slamming shut. He lets out a long sigh as he rolls over again, staring longingly at the door. The sound of another door opening, and then the showering turning on. He sits up slowly, taking his time as he gets out of bed, walking over to his dresser. Jerome grabs a plain grey T-shirt and throws it on quickly, pulling a pair of black sweatpants on over his boxers. He arches his back, stretching slowly. Jerome stares at the door again, wishing that y/n would be done with her shower already so he could be near her again.

But, he quickly snaps out of his thoughts as his eyes land on a small, white bottle half-hidden on her side of the bed, sitting in the cabinet. He walks over quickly. As he reaches out to grab the cabinet door, his foot catches on the rug. He tips forward, grabbing at the cabinet’s handle. His hand slams into and he closes his eyes briefly as he crashes to the ground, his heart pounding wildly in his chest. His head tilts to the side as his eyes open, and he gets a sideways view of the small white bottle. It lays on its side on the floor, the cap half undone, the small, cylindrical pills peeking out from the darkness of the bottle. Jerome’s gaze widens as he reaches out, grabbing it angrily.

 Just then, y/n bursts into the room, her wet hair hanging down and dripping all over, wetting the front of her grey tank top. Her gaze falls down to the scene in her front of her, and she covers her mouth, attempting to hide her laughter. Jerome stands up quickly.

“What the hell are these y/n?!” He shouts, shaking the bottle. Some of the small pills fly out of the bottle and scatter across the carpet. Y/n’s eyes widen slightly.

“Jerome, whatever you’re thinking, it’s not what it looks like.”

“What the hell is that supposed to mean?” He growls. He moves forward quickly. “Listen to me kitten; you, you are perfect. But what you’re doing right now, taking these pills…” He shakes his head. “You’re being like them. And they are all prisoners. What everyone else calls sanity, that’s just a prison in their minds. This prison, it stops you from seeing that you’re just tiny little cogs in a giant, absurd machine! Wake up, y/n! Why would you want to be a cog? What happened to you? I thought you wanted to be free like me.” Jerome shakes his head angrily. “To do this to yourself, that’s dumb as hell y/n! You’re perfect the way you are, you’re wonderful. There’s not a damn thing you need to change about yourself.” He moves forward and sets the pills on the bedside table. Jerome puts one hand on y/n’s waist, and the other on her face. He pulls her closer to him and stares down at her, pushing a strand of her h/c hair out of her face. “You’re wonderful, kitten. You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” he caresses her face and places a soft kiss on her nose. “Your mind…” Jerome close his eyes and inhales deeply. “Your mind is the most beautiful thing about you. Why would you want to change that? You shouldn’t want to change that, y/n!” He opens his eyes and stares at her. “Promise me, promise me you’ll stop taking them. If you love me y/n, if you love me promise me. Promise me you won’t destroy your mind, promise me you won’t just conform to everyone else.”

“Jerome…” A small laugh escapes y/n’s lips, although she is trying to be as serious as possible.

“You think this is funny?” Jerome snarls, moving over to the bed side table quickly and picking up the bottle. “This isn’t funny, kitten, I swea-”

“Jerome! Those are vitamins,” she interrupts him, covering her mouth to suppress her giggles. Jerome’s mouth falls open as he stares at her in shock.

“No.” He breathes.

“Yes,” y/n laughs and moves forward, taking one out and popping it in his mouth. A repulsed look crosses Jerome’s face, and then it slowly shifts to confusion. “Jerome…they’re vitamins. Gummy vitamins. I could see how you could mistake them for pills-that is what the look like- but I’m not taking any sort of medicine like that.” Jerome backs away from her, giving her the stink eye as he chews the vitamin. “Oh, come on Jerome, don’t be like that.” She moves forward to hug him and he crosses his arms, lifts his head up, and turns around, all the while still chewing the gummy. Y/n moves to stand in front of him, placing her hand on her shoulder. “Jerome…” He finishes chewing and swallows roughly.

“Who the hell buys vitamins that look like real medicine?”

“They were pink, and smelled like strawberries.”

“So?” Jerome scoffs, narrowing his eyes. “I can’t believe you let me get so worked up. You could’ve said something, y/n. You could’ve told me before.”

“I didn’t think it would be a big deal,” she laughs and shakes her head. “I am sorry Jerome, but you have to admit: you overreacted.”

Jerome gasps loudly and places a hand over his heart. “Kitten,” he mumbles, leaning down and kissing her cheek. His facial expression loses all of his anger from before. He pulls y/n to him, kissing her forehead. “I’m sorry, kitten.” He mumbles. “I was worried.” She smiles.

“I know, Jerome. I’m not angry.” He stands up straight, and huffs.

//Jerome x Reader.

Requested: Yes.

Summary: Y/n is Harvey’s daughter, and he decides to surprise y/n by getting her a volunteer slot, as it would look great on her resume. She ends up working with the Asylum patients, where she meets Jerome.

A/n: It’s really short, so I might do a part two if enough people want one. Also, it might be a while until another requested fic comes out, but I will try to post a story at least once every other week (hopefully once every week, but I’m not sure). They won’t be requests, (some of them might) but they’ll be things I have ideas for.

Rating: Mid-Fluff.

Warnings: None.

Title: Not What I Signed Up For. //

 Jim looks over at Harvey, smiling widely. “Hey there,” Harvey glances over and smiles.

“Hey!” He says, moving forward quickly and pulling y/n along with him. “This is my daughter, y/n.” Jim holds out his hand and y/n shakes it, smiling slightly.

“Hello. Jim I assume?” He nods, raising his eyebrows slightly.

“Yes, yes. So, what are you doing here y/n? Did you get into trouble or…?”

“Volunteer work.” She says, glancing around. She leans forward, as if to tell him a secret. “I know it’ll come as a shocker, but not a lot of people want to work with Arkham Patients.” Jim’s eyes widen slightly.

“Arkham…patients?” He echoes. She nods.

“I’m majoring in psychology; figured it would be good to get some work with people like them.” Jim glances over at Harvey.

“And you approved of this?” He asks.

“There’s not much I can do,” he laughs roughly. “She’s mature enough to make her own decisions, I trust her judgment.” He sighs. “Plus, Arkham’s filled with guards. I’m sure she’ll be safe.” Jim shoots Harvey a wary look.

“When does she start?” Jim asks.

“Right now. I mean, she’s not here to make small talk.” Harvey and y//n laugh. Jim gives them an odd look before nodding.

“Well, be safe y/n. If anything happens; I mean anything, just scream.” Y/n nods, and turns to leave. Before she can move away, Harvey pulls her into a hug.

“I can have a guard stay with you if you want,” he says, holding onto y/n tightly. She shakes her head and smiles dryly.

“I’ll be fine dad, thanks.” She turns her attention to Jim, and holds her hand out. “It was nice meeting you.”

“You too.” Jim replies, his smile disappearing as y/n walks away. He turns to Harvey. “Are you…sure about this?” Harvey glances at Jim, shaking his head.

“No. I just have to hope those dumb bastards will do their job and actually pay attention to what the patients are doing.”

 Y/n walks into Arkham with a guard on either side of her. Everyone turns to look at her instantly. Y/n moves over to the bars, leaving the guards at the door. One of the inmates jumps out of his seat. He tilts his head, causing a strand of hair to fall across his forehead. He moves forward slowly, his motions smooth and precise. He stops in front of her, his eyes traveling up and down her body. His gaze eventually meets hers and his lips curl into a smile.

“Mmh…a real upgrade from the last Doc,” he mumbles.

“…last one?” Y/n echoes, somewhat entranced by his icy gaze. He nods, humming a familiar tune softly.

“Yeah,” he hums, reaching one hand through the bars and pushing her hair behind her ear. He pulls her closer to the bars, leaning his face as close to hers as he can. “The last one had an accident,” he whispers, his eyes searching hers frantically. “I’m sure the same won’t happen to you though,” the boy purrs, smiling with a sweet cruelty.

“I’m not replacing him,” she blurts out, upset as her heart speeds up when his eyebrows raise.

“Oh really,” he pauses as he pulls his hand back and grips the bar. “Whatcha here for then?” His head tilts once more as he presses his face against the bars even more. “Are you like us?”

“Ha-no. I’m volunteering here. My name’s y/n, I’m going to be acting like…I don’t know, a therapist? I’m studying psychology, so…” Y/n stops herself from rambling. “I’m sure they told you about m-”

“Don’t flatter yourself, y/n.” He cuts in quickly. “They wouldn’t have told us about you…but, I must say. I’m intrigued.” The boy lets go of the bars and begins to back away.

“What’s your name?” Y/n calls out. He turns around and holds his arms out.

//Jerome x Reader.

Requested: Yes.

Summary: Y/n is Oswald Cobblepot’s younger sister; she is the definition of innocence. She helps him with the social stance to negotiating, and is with him while he is trying to negotiate with one of the newest, most hyped criminal. Jerome Valeska.

Rating: Mid-fluff.

Warnings: Threats, language, slightly flirtatious Jerome.

Need to know: Set after Jerome’s revival, as he has more power, etc. (Also, I don’t have many revived Jerome fics.)

Title: The Diplomat. //

 “Now, listen y/n,” Oswald says as he hobbles towards the gigantic garage door. “I don’t want you to have to do this, but if you do, I’d feel more comfortable if you had this.” He turns to her, pressing a gun to her palm, urging her to take it. Y/n sighs softly, staring down at the sleek black gun.

“I’d rather not, Oz, I think I’ll be fine…I’ve never needed one before.” Y/n says tentatively. Oswald’s head tilts as he stares down at her, and his head shakes, his mouth open slightly.

“Y/n, please do this for me.” Oswald’s eyes searches y/n’s. “These are bad people, y/n. If shit hits the fan, they won’t care who is armed and who isn’t. They’ll shoot you, y/n. So, take the damn gun.” He hated being harsh towards y/n but sometimes he didn’t have a choice. A small, irritated sigh slips past y/n’s lips as she grabs the gun from him, instantly flicking the safety on. Although Oswald knew y/n wasn’t really upset with him, he still felt guilty. He knew she could take care of herself, but it was always more a question of would she. Oswald dusts of his jacket, stands slightly straighter, and knocks his umbrella -which he uses as a cane- against the door five times, then four, and finally one. The door creaks and groans, and then lurches upwards slowly, the whole way squeaking as it rolls up. Oswald motions with his head for everyone else to enter first. They move forward as Oswald does, followed lastly by y/n.

Once she’s in the storage unit, the door closes- much quicker than it had opened. The slightly pale ginger stands up with a flair, his permanent smile widening as he moves forward to greet them.

“Hello, Oswald.” He says, his voice gruff as he stretches out his hand. Y/n moves forward, holding out her hand to shake his too, but his gaze merely stops on her for a second. His eyes light up slightly, and he withdraws his hand.

“Yes, hello.” Oswald says hastily. Jerome’s gaze flicks down to the gun in y/ns hands, and his eyebrows shoot up as he turns over to Oswald, his eyes sparkling as he tilts his head.

“You shouldn’t give toys to little kids; not toys like that,”

“I’m not a kid.” Y/n mumbles, not looking over at him. His eyebrows shoot up even higher as he whirls around to face her.

“Ah, she speaks!” He claps his hands together once, and moves in front of her, staring down at her. “Oswald, what is it that you wanted?” He continues, moving too fast for y/n too keep up. He turns around, spinning in a circle, stopping when he stands in front of him. “Because as you kn-ackaugh.” He pauses, his whole body wrenching as a look of pain crosses his scarred face, his eyes closing tightly. Jerome clears his throat roughly, his body again spasming. He cranes his neck up, arching his back slightly as he stretches his neck, his head rolling from side to side. When his eyes finally do open, they roll over to peer at y/n before he laughs roughly. “Sorry about that- being stabbed in the neck will do that to you.” He taps his wrist, staring down at y/n still. “Why did you take her here?” He moves forward quickly, and a look of panic crosses Oswald’s face. Jerome reaches out, grabbing her chin gently and moving her head up and down, side to side, examining her face. “This isn’t exactly what I was expecting in payment, but…”

“I am not trading you my sister!” Oswald hisses, moving forward violently. One of Jerome’s lackeys moves forward quickly, restraining Oswald as Jerome hops away from y/n, a shrill, loud laugh erupting from him.

“It was a joke,” he wheezes, grasping his sides as he bursts into another fit of rough, high pitched laughter. “Can’tcha take a joke, Oswald?” He grins at him, and holds his hands up quickly. “Look, I’m not here to make enemies.” A short, bubbly laugh flies past his lips once more before all expression leaves his face. His eyes burn as he looks at Oswald and y/n. “Unless you want to make enemies.” He casts his gaze over to y/n once more, smiling brightly. “Hey there, sweet cheeks. Be a doll and give me your gun?”

“Don’t talk to her like that Jerome!” Oswald explodes, staring at Jerome, murder written in his eyes.

“Oswald, stop.” Y/n says, holding her arm out in front of him. She steps forward, locking gazes with Jerome as she holds up her gun. His eyes only leave hers every few seconds to look at the gun. “This?” Y/n asks, trying to keep her voice from shaking.

“Yes, that gun. Is there another damn gun would I be talking about?” He growls. Y/n pulls her other arm away from Oswald and holds the gun out to Jerome.

“Just calm down, okay?” She meets his gaze once again. “We don’t want any trouble.”

“Ha! Hard to believe, with your brother over there.” Jerome barks out a laugh, eyeing the gun but not taking it.

“Jerome.” Y/n says firmly. Something about the way she speaks compels Jerome to meet her gaze. “I don’t want any trouble, Jerome.” She moves forward, grabbing Jerome’s hands. At this point, all of his followers are tense, fingers on their triggers. Y/n nudges Jerome’s hands open gently, placing the gun in them. He stares down at her, his eyes darkening as he grips on to one of her wrists tight, tossing the gun across the room with his other.

“You’re brave for someone so quiet.” Despite all the angry noises coming from Oswald, Jerome reaches out and strokes y/n’s cheek. “So, gentle,” he murmurs, every feature on his face softening. As y/n feels herself getting lost in Jerome’s eyes, her heart pounds quickly.

“And you don’t seem very dangerous for the most infamous criminal in Gotham.” She comments, tilting her head so his hand is cupping her face more, closing her eyes and taking a deep breath. “But, you shouldn’t judge a book by its cover. Right?”

Jerome pulls away from her, his whole-body stiffening. “That’s exactly right, doll.” He waves his hand in the air. “Just, do whatever you’d like, Oswald. We can team up whenever, you need a favor, I’m your guy, you need supplies; I’m your guy. Take whatever you want now, we can just get more.” Oswald’s jaw drops open, and one of Jerome’s followers turn to him.

“Bu- but Jerome, are you-” His voice is silenced by the bang of a bullet as it sinks through his skull. Jerome stares at his gun in shock, as if he hadn’t known it was loaded, and then tosses it aside carelessly. He turns back to y/n one more time.

“Do me a favor,” he says softly. “Don’t trust anyone but your brother. He’ll take care of you, he’ll keep you safe.”

“Well, can’t I trust you?”

“No. Come to think of it, I don’t want you coming around here again.”

“Well, why not? Maybe I want to come down here some more.” Jerome swallows roughly.

“I can’t have you around me. You’re going to stay away from me.”

“I don’t have to do what you say.” Y/n says, easily getting fed up with his sudden coldness towards her. “You barely even know me, what’s your deal?”

“I know that I’ll like you, y/n. I know that I’ll love you, in fact. That can’t happen, y/n. It can’t.

“Maybe I want it to happen,” she calls out, shocking Jerome and Oswald. They both turn to look at her, jaws slack.

“It can’t! When people like me, like your brother, when we care about people, they get used as leverage. Your brother let you out of the house much?”

“No…no?”

“My point exactly. If people knew he cared for you, knew he was your sister…you’d be dead in an instant, doll.” Jerome laughs, and turns around. “So, I’ll say it again; you aren’t coming back around here. Oswald, get her out of here.”

 As y/n leaves, she makes a silent promise to herself.

She will visit him again.

//Jerome x reader.

Requested: No.

Summary: Jerome is taken out of solitary confinement, and Arkham’s nurse, y/n, helps him get better.

Rating: Mid-fluff.

Warnings: Mild language, mentions of abuse, violence.

Read Part One Here

Title: Mad World | Part Two. //

Jerome loves the isolation of the silence. Alone in his cell, not another voice around him. He’s learned from his mistakes. Causing a ruckus like he’d done before: that wasn’t a good idea. Only a few hours passed with it still going on when a new guard had taken the shift. This one was less easy going than the other. He didn’t have the same fear in his eyes as the other. No, this guard wasn’t afraid. And he showed it. 

The guard would beat him. If he fought back, he’d sedate Jerome; then beat him some more. This was different than when his mother would hurt him though. The malice in her eyes was constantly glazed over with her utter drunkenness. But this guard, he just beat him because he could. No one cared about the inmates, and here, the guards had all the power. When the inmates were sober enough to fight back -which didn’t happen very often, as they kept most of them subdued with a heavy stream of Haloperidol- they had some control over the guards. 

But, the guards had finally got the sweet idea to stick the more troublesome of the bunch in solitary confinement. Which is where Jerome had ended up.

Jerome laughs aloud to himself, a creaky, dry laughter. For the first time in weeks the cell is alive with noise, his laughter echoing through the hall. The sound of footsteps send a chill of fear down his spine, yet he does nothing to stop his laughter. At this point, he couldn’t care less. What did he have to live for?

His bastard of a father?

All of his dark thoughts are only egged on by the odd buzz of the meds the guard had given him only last night. He was still bleeding and bruised from the beating he’d gotten yesterday.

As the door creaks open, Jerome shifts so he’s half standing, half crouching on the floor. He peers up at the mass of guards that move in. His laughter comes slower, more of a taunt now. Jerome stays in his corner, observing them as they fill in. 

“What?” He croaks through his laughter. “No guns? Do you know how insulting that is?” With that Jerome launches himself forward, only to be pressed down to the ground. Four guards hold him down, one pinning each of his limbs as he thrashes wildly. One guard reaches over, holding a syringe in his hand. Jerome lashes out, biting down hard onto the guard’s hand. He curses and yanks his hand back, and another guard slams the heel of his boot into Jerome’s face.

“Whatever happened to treating your guests with hospitality?” Jerome hisses, his smile matching his cruel tone. 

The guard moves down again, quickly sticking Jerome with the syringe before pushing the liquid through his veins. Jerome gasps, his whole body convulsing. His eyelids flutter as his eyes roll back into his head, a loud groan falling past his lips. The guards lift him up and begin to carry him out.

“I told you we shouldn’t have gave him more medicine.” Jerome’s body has finally calmed down now, and he hangs limply in their arms. His eyes stare up at the ceiling, wide and unblinking. 

“It’s not my fault he resisted,” the guard growls, “come on, let’s take him out to meet his other inmates.” He laughs cruelly, and they push the doors open, practically dropping him on the ground. One of the nurses that treats the patients looks over, her eyes widening slightly. 

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She asks, moving over to them. The guards shrug.

“Awe, don’t worry about it baby. Why don’t you just come hang out with us?” A look of disgust crosses her face and she slaps the man. His face twists as a small chuckle leaves Jerome.

“What was that?” He growls, kicking Jerome’s side. 

“What the hell? This isn’t high school, stop acting like it!” She falls to Jerome’s side as he coughs roughly, his eyes glazing over slightly as he looks up at them.

“Oh, shut up. You don’t have any place to-” Before he can finish his sentence, a low growl emits from the back of Jerome’s throat.

“Don’t talk to her like that.”

“Oh? Really? What’re you gonna do about it?” By this time most of the other guards have gone back to their posts. Jerome stares up at him.

“Jus-” His voice drops instantly as his eyes close and he sighs heavily. “Wa…until I g…wait…i’m….when I get out here,” the girl lifts his head up, pulling him further from the guard. He lays back against her, his head rolling back and resting on her shoulder. She holds him against her, glaring at the guard.

“How much did you give him?” She mumbles. “You know you’re not supposed to-”

“Ah, lighten up Y/n.” He hisses. “He’s a psycho, it doesn’t matter how much I-”

“How much?” Y/n interrupts him, glaring up at the guard.

“I- I don’t know. I gave em’ a syringe full last night…and one just a few minutes ago.” He mumbles.

“You know you’re not supposed to do more than needed,” she says. “You could’ve brought him out here without sedating him.”

“Look at him, y/n! He’s got no control, he’s a freak! He lunged at us when we walked in. What was I supposed to do?”

“There were six of you, you could’ve held him down!”

“Look, bab-”

“Don’t call me that,” she says coolly. “Now get out of here before I break your thick skull.” Jerome simply stares up at her in awe as the guard leaves.

After a few moments, she sighs deeply. “I’m sorry about that. Jerome, right?” She stares down at him, shocked to instantly meet his gaze.

“You’re amazing,” Jerome whispers, reaching up weakly with one hand. When she doesn’t move, he presses his palm to her cheek, his eyes dulling. “You…scared?” He mumbles, closing his eyes and dropping his arm heavily to his side.

“I’m not scared,” y/n whispers, angry at herself for the blush spreading across her cheeks. “You’re not fit to be out here,” she says. “Do you think you can stand up?” His eyes flutter open.

“Maybe…help…a…” His swallows thickly. “If…”

“I get it,” she says soothingly. “You need help. I’ve got you, come on.” She helps him stand up and he leans against her heavily, his head hanging down. She slowly takes a step forward, and he follows weakly.

When they reach the room, she helps him get onto the bed, and then goes around, flicking the light switch and shutting the door.

“Where…” Jerome’s eyes close briefly and he sighs.

“Hey,” she moves over to his side, pulling the thin hospital blankets over him. “Don’t worry about where you are; you’re safe, that’s all you need to know.” Jerome laughs forcefully.

“That’s what they all say,” he murmurs. She rolls her eyes and walks to the cupboards.

“You can trust me.” She opens one of the doors and grabs a cup.

“I…ca-” His attempt at a sentence dissolves into a fit of quiet laughter as y/n fills the cup with water. She walks over to him and hands him the glass. Y/n pulls a chair up next to the bed and sits down. Jerome peeks at her as he gulps down the water, not stopping until the entire cup is empty. “Wh…where?” He asks, setting the cup down and falling back against the bed.

“This is where I treat the patients who get hurt. You’re going to stay here until the drugs have cleared from your system…how are you feeling right now?”

“Tired.”

“Well, then you should sleep.” Y/n stands up and walks over to the door. “Don’t worry about anyone getting in,” she comments. “I’m going to lock the doors. I’m the only one who has the keys…” She turns around. “Can I trust you to stay here?” He nods weakly and closes his eyes, humming slightly. “Well then,” she turns the lights off and sighs. “Get better. I’ll talk to our superiors about their treatment towards you.”

//Jerome x reader.

Requested: Yes.

Summary: Y/n decides to pull a prank on Jerome by pretending she died.

Warnings: This got fairly angsty. Emotional Jerome, mild language. (Assumption of suicide.)

Rating: Fluff.

Title: It’s Just a Prank. //

 Jerome bounds through the door, happier than ever. He can’t wait to tell y/n about the Maniax newest achievement. They had just made a name for themselves, literally. “Hey! Y/n apparently, I was right. We made headlines y/n. They know who we are.“ He laughs giddily, opening the door to the room that Theo assigned him. “Y/n?” He calls out, stepping in and flicking his light on. “Y/n, where are you? Ah, come on sugar!” His voice takes a playful tone. “Y/n,” he calls out in a sing-songy voice. “Well, sugar, if you wanna play…” He moves over to the closet, pulling the door back. “Come out, come out, wherever you are.” He laughs giddily, bounding from his room to the next, going in a line through all of the rooms; Barbara’s, Tabitha’s, Theo’s- all the way to Greenwood’s before finally jogging back up to his room, going past it to hers. He knocks on the door. “Sugar, baby, come on out!” He smiles to himself, giggling again under his breath. “Come on baby. I know you’re in there.” When he doesn’t get an answer, he grips the door handle. “All right sugar, I’m coming in to get you.” He twists the door handle, and tries to open it. “Sugar, come on.” He jiggles the doorknob again, the playfulness leaving him slightly. “Y/n, open the door.” He knocks loudly on it once more. “This isn’t funny anymore sugar, open the door.” He leans against it heavily, pushing his bottom lip out in a pout. “I wanna see you; I wanna talk to you, open the door…please?”

All of Jerome’s whining makes Barbara get up from the table and walk over.

“If you want in so bad why don’t you just use your key? We all know you have one, it’s not a secret.” She leans against the wall as she stares at Jerome with raised eyebrows. He rolls his eyes and reaches into his pocket.

“What’s the fun in that?” He mutters as he pulls the keys out and unlocks her door, swinging it open. “Y/n, I am officially upset that you didn-” Jerome doesn’t have a chance to finish whatever thought was in his mind. Everything goes blank and his vision swims as his gaze takes in the sight before him.

Y/n’s body is motionless on the ground, a pool of crimson blood surrounding her.

“Y/n!” Jerome gasps, moving forward quickly and kneeling at her body, pulling her up to him. “Y/n, y/n…who did this to you, who did this…” His words come out in small gasps as he realizes that it had to have been her. She did it to herself. He tries to force more words out, but his mouth stays firmly shut, nothing more but a small whimper coming from the back of his throat. He rests his forehead on her shoulder, nuzzling his face into her neck as the small whining noise grows louder. Jerome rocks back and forth, holding onto y/n tightly. “I can’t lose you,” he cries, his voice soft and broken. “I didn’t get to say good morning,” he gasps softly. “I didn’t tell you how beautiful you looked yesterday,” his words slur together as he begins talking faster, his heartbeat quickens. “I never made you breakfast like I promised I would,” Tears now freely run down Jerome’s face as he holds onto her like a life boat. “I never told you…” His voice cracks, and he tries to inhale deeply, only he chokes again and lets out a loud, shaky sob. “I never got to tell you I loved you,” Jerome sniffles and lets out another sob. “We were gonna be together,” he whispered. “We were gonna be together, you promised me. You promised me you wouldn’t leave me y/n.” He begins to shake slightly as his words grow more frantic. “You said you’d never leave my side, we were gonna rule Gotham together, sugar, why? Why’d you leave me, y/n-sug- why’d you leave me?” His voice rises to a shout at the end as he unravels completely. “Without you there’s nothing- nothing for me! You left me alone in the dark again y/n; I don’t want to be alone!” Just then, a small gasp comes from y/n’s mouth.

Jerome freezes, his whole body going rigid.

“Jerome, I didn’t know you felt that way…I…” Her voice trails off as he stands up stiffly, staring down at her.

“What is this?” He asks, his voice cold and sharp.

“I- I thought you would laugh, I thought you would find it funny…I’m so sorry Je-” Jerome’s eyes darken as he stares down at her, his fists clenching at his side.

“You thought it would be funny to fake your death?” Jerome growls, turning away from her quickly. “Of course, let’s get a laugh out of Jerome! The clown without any feelings!” Jerome snarls, beginning to walk out the door.

“I didn’t mean it like that and you know it!” She says, standing up. “I was just trying to pull a prank on you Jerome- like you do to me all the time!” He snaps around quickly, moving forward until she’s backed up against a wall, pointing his index finger at her face, his whole body shaking with rage.

“Faking your death isn’t a prank,” he whispers, his fiery eyes staring into hers.

“You thought it was funny when Greenwood makes these jokes,” y/n murmurs, staring up at him with wide eyes.

“I don’t give a shit about Greenwood. He’s not the one I share a bed with half the time,” Jerome stares down at her. “He’s not the one that I protect, the one that I can actually talk to.” His head tilts. “He’s not the damn fool that I love, y/n. So yes; I thought it was funny when Greenwood joked about it. Hell, if Greenwood had pulled this stunt it would’ve been funny. But not you. I’m not so heartless that I’d laugh at the idea of losing you, y/n.” He hisses the last sentence, his eyes dulling. “Do you think I’m that heartless? That I’m that insane? That I’m that…” His voice cracks again slightly, and he casts his gaze to the floor. “…screwed up?”

Y/n’s heart instantly melts at Jerome’s sudden vulnerability. For the first time ever, he was completely open to her. His shoulders slump slightly, his eyes no longer lite up with their constant fire. The ever-so present smile on his face has vanished completely, replaced with a firm line. It’s as if all the humor has drained from him at once. He stares off at the ground, no longer moving.

“Jerome…” Y/n whispers. His gaze takes an eternity to drag over to her, his eyes showing how completely empty he was; how completely alone and lost he felt. “I didn’t mean any of that. I- I would never think any of that, Jerome. I love you,” something in his eyes flickers at those words, and so y/n pulls him close to her. “I love you Jerome, I love you so much.” His body slowly relaxes again, his arms wrapping around her as he steps backwards, kissing y/n’s cheek softly. “I need you in my life Jerome,” she continues, holding onto him tight. “I’d never have done this if I kn-” Her apologizes are cut off by Jerome’s lips pressing against her own, although the kiss doesn’t last long.

He pulls away fairly quickly, inhaling shakily. “That was embarrassing.” He chuckles, running an unsteady hand through his hair.

“Showing your emotions isn’t embarrassing, Jerome.” Y/n says gently. Jerome rolls his eyes, perking up instantly.

“Whatever, sugar. I’m gonna go make us some waffles.” He bounces out of the room, already back to his normal self. A smile spreads across y/n’s face, and Barbara stares at her, apparently unfazed by the whole scene she just witnessed.

“Why are you so happy?” Barbara asks.

//Jerome x Reader.

Requested: No.

Rating: Mid-fluff.

Warnings: Flirty Jerome, slightly inappropriate Jerome and other somewhat inappropriate comments. Mentions of murder and violence.

Setting: Arkham Asylum.

A/n: Would you guys like a part two to this? Thanks for your patience with everything; I have a few requests that I’m close to done with, along with the ships.

Title: Sweet Surprise. //

Y/n walks into Arkham’s rec room, eyes wide. Today was the first day they’d let her leave her cell since she’d be admitted and she was somewhat excited to meet her inmates. Her gaze scans the room as she takes in her surroundings, her eyes briefly meeting a slender blonde’s before trailing to the ginger next to her. He stares at her, his eyes glinting dangerously as he rests his chin in his palm.

“Hey, hey you.” The blonde snaps, sitting up straighter. Y/n’s gaze meets hers again and she smiles, motioning for her to come over. Y/n obliges, moving over fairly quickly. “Why don’t you sit with us?” She asks, motioning for the boy to scoot over slightly. When he does, his gaze never leaves y/n, which is slightly unsettling to her. But it also intrigues y/n. As she sits down, the blonde extends her hand. “Hi, I’m Barbara. What’s your name?”

“I’m y/n,” she says, shaking her hand.

“Y/n…” The boy murmurs. She glances over at the ginger, tilting her head. He stares at her in complete awe, his mouth falling open slightly as he shakes his head. She raises her eyebrows and holds her hand out to shake his. He reaches out and grabs her hand, but instead of shaking it he brings it up to his lips, kissing her hand softly, his lips barely a whisper against her skin. “It’s nice to meet you.” He murmurs, his lips moving against her hand. He peers up at y/n, peering up at her. The way her cheeks tint pink as he stares at her sends chills of excitement through his whole body, and he sits up a little straighter, moving closer to her. “I’m Jerome,” he introduces himself, placing his hand to his chest. “If you ever need anything, I’m your guy.” Y/n glances at Barbara for conformation and she just shakes her head.

“Jerome, quit flirting for about two seconds so we can learn a bit about y/n.” She turns her attention to her, smiling warmly. “So, why are you here anyways? You seem pretty…normal.”

“Like one of the girls I might chop up,” a creepy, bearded man chimes in from his spot. His gaze travels down y/n’s body, and his tongue flicks out. “Bet you’d be sweet,”

“Only for me,” Jerome snaps, turning his attention to the man. “Back off Greenwood.” Y/n sits still, a sick feeling settling in her stomach. Although she knows if she doesn’t do something quickly she’ll be deemed as weak, she can’t move.

“Bet she’d be sour for you Jerome,” Greenwood continues, his eyebrows shooting up. “Dirty, rotten sour.”

“Hah! You wish. I bet she’d be soft, sweet…such a good girl,” Jerome purrs, his eyes flaming as he looks at y/n. “Wouldn’tcha, sweet cakes?” Although the uneasy feeling stays in y/n’s stomach, butterflies flutter around in her, a warm feeling spreading throughout her body.

“I-I don’t know what you’re asking…” She murmurs, unable to break his gaze.

“Of course, you don’t.” He murmurs, leaning in closer to y/n, his lips only inches from hers. “It’s ‘cuz you’re such a sweet, good girl, arent’cha?” His eyes darken as they travel across her face, stopping at her lips. “Or are you a bad girl, y/n?” Barbara sighs in annoyance, pulling y/n closer to her, causing her to break Jerome’s gaze.

“Sorry about them,” she sighs. “There aren’t many girls here, y/n.”

“What about you?”

“Oh, me?” Barbara laughs, tilting her head. “I’ve got my eyes on someone out of Arkham, I’m sure he misses me as much as I miss him.” Jerome rolls his eyes at this, moving closer to y/n once again, forcing her to look at him.

“I’ll let ya in on a little secret, y/n,” he motions around at the room. “You’re gorgeous, and I like you.” He whispers, meeting her gaze. “Don’t’cha worry about anything sweet-cakes, I’ll make sure your safe.”

Y/n had no idea why he was taking such a liking to her so quickly, but she didn’t really mind. Something about him made her feel safe. But, once again, Barbara sees her silence as annoyance, and she gives Jerome an angry look.

“Back off, Jerome. She isn’t interested.” His gaze flickers up to meet Barbara’s for a second, and then fall back down to y/n’s.

“I don’t think that’s right,” he says slowly, shaking his head. “Is it sweet cakes?”

“I- I don’t know what’s going on…” She mumbles, still dazed from his question earlier. Jerome’s lips curl into a smile.

“What I want to know is what the hell she did to get in here.” Greenwood snarls, still staring forward at her. Y/n rips her gaze away from Jerome to meet Greenwood’s.

“You want to know what I did?” Her voice slips past her lips as a whisper, her eyes focusing on the table. Barbara can feel y/n’s body stiffening next to her, and she glances over at her. Y/n’s expression is blank, her eyes wide as a single tear rolls down her cheek. “I tried to save myself,” she whispers. Greenwood, Barbara, and Jerome all stare at y/n. She looks up to meet Greenwood’s eyes. “I tried to save myself, and they stuck me here.” Jerome’s interest only grows more as he stares down at her, trying to read her expression.

“Well, baby girl, you’re going to have to be a little more specific.” He whispers, pushing her h/c hair out of her eyes and tilting her head up. He moves closer to her, swinging one leg over so he’s straddling the bench. “How’d you save yourself, and from what?” As he stares down at her, one hand cupping her cheek, the other moves to her back as he absent-mindedly traces circles along her spine with his finger. This sends chills throughout y/n, and she shudders slightly, not breaking his gaze.

“I killed him.” She replies softly.

“Ooh,” Jerome growls slightly, his hand dropping from her face to her waist as he pulls her closer, craning his next down more to keep her gaze. “How’d you do it, baby girl?” Excitement litters Jerome’s voice, his eyes sparkling slightly. He was completely drawn in now, nothing would stop him from getting to know everything about y/n.

“I…I snuck into his room in the middle of the night,” she pauses, swallowing roughly. “And I…I stabbed him,” her hand lifts up and he fingers trace a line on Jerome’s neck. “Right here.” She says, again tracing the line on his neck. The soft touch sends chills down Jerome’s spine, but he stays perfectly still, staring down at her.

“And then what?” He asks, coaxing her to go on. “There must be more.”

“I…left his room. I went over to my parents’ room,” she inhales deeply. “And I killed them too.” She lifts her hand up again, placing it over Jerome’s heart. “Stabbed my mom here,” she murmurs, “and my dad here,” she drags her hand down to Jerome’s side. “And here,” her hand moves up to his abdomen, and then up to the middle of his chest. Jerome is now visibly shaking as he recognizes the look in her eyes, the pure hatred for them all.

“Why’d you do it, sweet cakes?” He murmurs, his head tilting slightly.

“Because…they weren’t the same. They weren’t the same as a real family.”

“A real family?”

“A real family.” Y/n stares up at him. “They were a foster family.”

“Is that why you killed them?” He mutters.

“No.”

“No?”

“No.” Y/n’s gaze tears from his as she stares down at her lap. “They were mean.” She whispers. “My brother, the first one I killed…he was…he was nasty.” Her gaze bounces around the room, focusing on anything but Jerome. “He was horrible, but not too bad. My mom…she was…she was just a bitch. Nothing I couldn’t deal with.” Y/n shudders slightly. “But my dad…he was something else. He’d get so drunk he’d just start hitting me.” She stares down at the ground. “He’d say awful things. He’d say how he hadn’t wanted to take in a kid, how his wife had wanted a daughter, that he didn’t want me here, that no one wanted me here-” Y/n’s voice cracks slightly and she inhales deeply, trying to compose herself. Before she can say another word however, she meets Jerome’s gaze, and is shocked to find his eyes watering. There is no emotion on the ginger’s face, none in his eyes. His body is stiff, seemingly frozen in time as he stares down at her, his lips parting.

“My mom was a drunk,” he starts, his voice low and slow. “A whore too.” The only thing that moves as he speaks is his lips, every other part of him is still as stone. “She’d go out, get drunk, bring home some man- and they’d have sex. Only stopping so my mom could yell at me to do something- or stopping for them both to beat me.” His eyes close. “I know what it’s like. To kill someone. To kill someone who deserved it, to do something for yourself- and to get locked up for it.” His eyes open, and there’s a bright fire behind them as he stares down at y/n. Jerome tilts his head down even more, his back curling as he envelopes her body in his, pulling her into a hug.

For someone so bad, so seemingly cold towards the world- heat rolled off Jerome more intensely than anyone she’d ever met, her whole body instantly warming from his own warmth. He strokes her hair softly, closing his eyes.

“I’m going to keep you safe,” he murmurs. “Nothing will hurt you again, y/n. I’ll make sure of that.”

// Jerome x reader.

Requested: Yes.

A/N: Y’all asked for it so, here it is! *jazz hands*! This might not be where y’all wanted me to take it, (or where you thought I would take it,) but this is where I went with it. Also, I’m aware this is very angsty and Jerome is being over dramatic, but I feel like this is how he would act. He’s never known love and affection, and all of a sudden for him to be wanting it, and craving it, etc, I feel like he’d be overwhelmed with emotion and such, and y/n doesn’t really understand that he craves and needs affection so much.

Summary: Jerome struggles with feelings that he can’t place as y/n plagues his mind. He desperately tries to stop from thinking about her, only to find her at his doorstep.

Rating: Mid-fluff.

Warnings: Lots of angst, really dramatic + overreacting Jerome.

Title: The Diplomat | Part Two. 

Read Part One: Here. //

  Jerome circles around his room restlessly, holding his head slightly. He curses aloud, angry that he can’t get her out of his head. Since the moment he’d seen her, something inside his mind had clicked. She was who he needed. She would fill the emptiness inside him. She would drive away the burning loneliness-

“No!” He shouts interrupting his own thoughts, slamming his hand down on the table, his hand wrapping around the edge of the desk. “Stop.” He whispers, his whole body shaking. His eyes close as his breathing quickens. He falls to the ground, leaning up against his bed. “I’m fine,” he whispers. “I don’t need her.” He grips the carpet, trying anything to steady himself. “I don’t need her,” he mumbles, tilting his head up. “I don’t need her. I don’t want her.” He opens his mouth to say this sentence again, but it comes out softer than a whisper. His eyes open and he stands up, looking around the empty room warily. In this moment, his heart aches more than it ever had. Over the years, he’d gotten used to the empty, cold feeling. Jerome was no stranger to seclusion, he was used to the feeling. It was always there with him. A dull, cold, aching sensation.

But now it seems to be ten thousand times worse. He can practically feel the burning in his heart, the ice running through his veins. His skin itches as he longs for someone’s touch; a hug, a pat on the shoulder…a kiss. He desperately wants something-anything. Jerome swallows roughly, closing his eyes once again as he attempts to force these feelings away. But, right as the darkness invades his vision, y/n’s face fills it. An audible gasp slips past his lips as his eyes pop open. He stumbles backwards. His confusion grows stronger at the electricity that runs through his veins, the warm feeling spreading throughout his body at the thought of her. “What…” He mumbles, running his hand over his face. “What is this?” He asks, talking to the empty room around him. A feeling a fondness begins to take over the loneliness, and panic sets Jerome’s mind on fire. “No,” he mutters. “Stop, please, no.” He holds his head again, closing his eyes tightly. “Stop thinking about her, please.” He talks aloud to himself, not having anyone else around to talk to.

The aching in his chest is still there, but it’s changed. He no longer feels alone; his heart doesn’t ache because nothing’s there. He can’t quite place it, but something, something has changed, and it’s worse. The feelings that begin to swirl around Jerome’s mind leave him weak, barely able to stand. They’re worse than anything he’s ever felt before, worse than all the nights he spent alone, beaten and bruised as a kid. Worse than all the nights in Arkham, when all that surrounded him was the screams of his inmates. It was worse than death.

For the time, he wants to see someone. He wants to keep y/n safe, protect her from the world around him. All he wants is to see her smile, make her laugh. Jerome never wanted her to feel alone. He wanted to hold her, let her know that there’s someone here for her. All these feelings mix with his utter confusion. How could she already consume his thoughts? He’d only known her for a few minutes. He’d barely said anything to her, yet he already felt himself becoming obsessed. The sound of the doorbell ringing yanks him from his thoughts, and his heart soars as he heads to the door, eager for the distraction.

 When he pulls the door open, his heart begins to flutter, his lips part slightly.

“Jerome,” she whispers, staring down at the ground. “You told me to stay away,” she manages to choke out the words. Y/n’s eyebrows furrow. “Oswald told me to stay away,” she slowly shakes her head. “And I don’t know what it is. I don’t know why.” She looks up at him slowly. “But I can’t stay away…I need to know nothing’s going to happen,” she whispers. “So, please. Tell me to go. Tell me one more time, maybe I’ll be able to stay away. Tell me to go home, tell me I’m being crazy. Say it,” y/n shuffles and brings her gaze up to Jerome’s. He stares forward for a long time before his gaze flickers away, out to the darkness past her.

“It’s raining,” he whispers.

“What?” Y/n huffs. “Jerome, come on. Please. Just tell me to go.”

“I can’t.” He says, still not meeting her gaze.

“What? Jerome, please…tell me to go.”

“I don’t want to.” At this point his voice is barely audible.

“Jerome? Don’t say that…it’s not funny. What you said before…when I met you, when you said that…take it back, please. Take it back. I don’t want to get hurt, Jerome.” He flinches at this, his gaze finally dragging back over to her. Before he even knows what he’s doing, he lifts his arms, holding them out for a hug. Y/n stares at him, not moving. “Jerome…” He doesn’t move forward, but his head hangs down now, his arms slowly moving back to his side as he turns around, dejected.

“You can go.” He mumbles. Y/n moves forward in confusion, placing her hand on his arm. His whole body stiffens at her touch, and he pulls his arm away quickly, his head snapping over in her direction. Jerome’s blue-green gaze meets hers. His arm stays frozen as she reaches out again, grabbing his hand.

“Jerome…were you joking when you said…when you said that you’d love me?” Jerome flinches at the word, forgetting he had used it.

“Love…” He whispers, not able to make himself look away from her. “If this is what love feels like…” He furrows his eyebrows, tilting his head. “Why does it burn? Why does it hurt…” He reaches out weakly, brushing a strand of her hair back.

The fact that he’s nothing like he was when y/n first met him scares her. When she looks into his eyes, she doesn’t see Jerome. She sees a scared, broken version of himself. His hand rests on her cheek, his eyes searching hers for something, anything.

“What is it about you,” he whispers to himself, moving closer to y/n. “Why does it feel like this, y/n?” She stares up at him.

“Jerome.”

He closes his eyes, a smile staining his otherwise pained features.

“It hurts so much. More than anything else.” Jerome breaths, bringing his other arm around her, pulling her close and burying his face in her neck. Y/n doesn’t think about what’s happening as she hugs him back, closing her eyes too. Something about seeing Jerome with all his walls down, completely vulnerable, warms y/n’s heart.

“I have to go…” She whispers, attempting to pull away. Jerome still holds on tightly, a small noise coming from the back of his throat. She pries his arms off her, walking over to the door. “Oswald will be really mad if he finds me gone.” With that, she forces herself to step out the door, shutting it behind her.

Jerome stays frozen, his eyes finally opening as a tear falls down his cheeks.

//Jerome x Reader. Sorry this was kind of short, I’ve been pretty busy lately.

Requested: Yes.

Summary: Y/n is at the gas station, stealing food. While she is concentrated on the shelf, trying to decide what she is going to take, she hears a voice in her ear.

Title: My Little Prodigy.

Rating: Mid-Fluff.

Warnings: Murder, reader is depicted as a criminal who respects Jerome. Nothing too bad. //

 Y/n ducks her head down more, trying to remain inconspicuous and unseen at the same time. She waves slightly at the cashier, while still keeping her face covered. She doesn’t want to draw any unnecessary attention to herself, whether that’s by being too loud, or too suspicious. She walks leisurely over to the large rows of refrigerated goods and pretends to look at the drinks for a bit until the cashier looks away. Y/n ducks into the next aisle, and holds her breathe as she stares at the bags of chips and crackers in front of her, only taking a second to think about what she wants before she reaches out and silently grabs one of the smaller bags, moving to place it under her jacket. Before she has a chance to do that, she feels a hand on her shoulder, and feels someone press up against her back.

“Whatcha doing?” She shudders and turns around calmly, her gaze slowly dragging upwards until she meets his gaze. Y/n knows she recognizes the ginger from somewhere-she just can’t place it. Is it one of her school mates? Either way, she doesn’t want any trouble, and she definitely doesn’t want to have to explain herself to him.

“Get lost,” she mutters, attempting to push past him. He grabs her arm and pulls her back to where she was, casting a glance over to the cashier, who is now looking over in concern. He wraps his other arm around her, and brings his hand up to her face, cupping her cheek and leaning in close, resting his forehead on hers. The whole time he keeps his gaze over by the cashier, waiting for him to look away. He finally does, and the redhead’s gaze rips over to y/n’s, his blue-green eyes wide, and unblinking.

“Why the attitude?” He asks softly, pulling away and releasing her. “I was just being friendly, just wanted to talk.” His gaze travels down her body quickly before landing on the bag of chips. “Not worth stealing,” he states, grabbing it from her and placing it back on the shelf.

“What the hell?” Y/n asks, reaching to grab the bag once again. His hand shoots out and grabs her wrist.

“You got good technique, doll. Why waste it on those?” He pulls her back closer to him, still letting her stay at a comfortable distance. “You could do so much better, you could be so much worse.” He grins wildly, his eyes widening. “You have so much potential, doll. Don’t waste it on this…” His voice trails off as his eyes scans the aisle beside her, laughing softly.

“Maybe I just really like these damn chips.” Y/n snaps, glaring up at the boy. Who the hell does he think he is?

“I could get you anything you wanted- if you just come with me.” He whispers, his eyes twinkling as he laughs in amusement at her anger.

“Are you propositioning me? Well, forgot it! What the hell do I look like to you, some prostitute? Well, I’m not- and even if I was I wouldn’t go home with some-”

“Whoa, calm down doll.” He holds his hands up, chuckling softly. “I didn’t mean it like that, not at all.” He lowers his head and gazes at her through his lashes, his voice dropping instantly, his eyes taking on a darker gleam. “There’s so many whores around here, my mom was one herself, ‘till I killed her, that is. Trust me, I can tell a whore from a decent girl.” Y/n’s eyes wide as his face clicks into place.

“Jerome…Valeska?” She whispers, staring up at him in awe. He smiles and takes a step back, bowing slightly.

“In the flesh,” he murmurs, standing up straight and tilting his head. “My buddies are waiting outside for me…so, whaddya say?” He holds out his hand. She pauses for a moment before smiling brightly and grabbing his hand, trying to calm her beating heart.

“Let’s go.” They head out the door, drawing the attention of the cashier slightly. As the door shuts behind them, Jerome pauses, turning around to her.

“Wait here,” he says before ducking back into the shop and disappearing into one of the aisles. Y/n stares in confusion as he walks back over towards the door, something in his hand. The cashier says something to him, and places his hand on the phone, pointing to the bag Jerome is holding. He stares down at the bag, and throws one hand in the air, hitting his head as if to say, how dumb of me, and moves up to the counter, setting the bag down. With one hand, he reaches into the pocket, but in a split second his other hand grabs the gun that was hidden in the waistband behind his back and he points it at the man, pulling the trigger. He grabs the bag and rushes out, shoving the bag into y/n’s hands before pulling her into the already open doors of the van.

The door slams shut behind them and the van screeches out of the parking lot. Y/n stares down at her hands, and notices the bag of chips.

The chips she was going to steal.

“Why would you kill a man for a bag of chips?” Y/n asks, glancing over at Jerome and raising an eyebrow. He shrugs.

“You said you liked them.”

“So, you wasted a bullet killing a man, for a bag of chips that I said I liked?”

He looks over at her, grinning.