Jerome Valeska Imagines

Send My Love

Walking down the street, bat swinging in hand, you were chewing your gum, minding your own business. What was your business? You were making your way to a certain someone's house to collect a fee you had yet to be given. 

You were dressed in a large, purple poofy coat, a white shirt you had bundled into a knot and tied in the front, black shorts, and a pair of black boots. You were listening to music, enjoying that you had felt like a strong, empowered woman when suddenly a large, hairy man put his hands on your shoulders. 

You threw up your bat, swinging and hitting the man in the stomach. You pulled your arms back and hit him again in the arm. You pulled the bat over your head and you were about to release a third blow when he caught the bat and lifted it above his head, taking you with him and raising you to his eye level. You let out a soft laugh. 

"Hi," you smiled shyly. He put a large arm around your waist and pulled the bat out of your hands, carrying you into an alley. You looked around frantically, nervous this man was about to end your life. 

"Help! Somebody help me! I'm gonna get murdered! Hello?! Anyone?!" You grumbled to yourself when you realized no one was paying you any mind. "Bastards." The man continued walking down the alley, the light getting dimmer and dimmer. "Where the hell are you taking me anyway?" The man just grunted, causing you to roll your eyes. "Do you, like, work for someone? Or is there an organization that sent you? What's the deal? I haven't pissed anyone off in a while, I don't know who the hell would want-" 

"(Y/n)! Glad to see you're as talkative as always." 

You knew that voice. It was a voice you had spent so long obeying and listening to. You had come to hate that voice. 

"What? Didn't you miss me?" The man came out of the shadows and revealed his scarred face, stretched out smile, and tangerine hair. 

"No, Jerome, I haven't missed you actually. I don't miss you. I've been doing fine without you, can't you see?" He let out a short laugh. 

"Yeah, you seem to be doing really well." He gestured to the man squeezing you tightly to his chest. 

"This is a slight setback. I'll figure my way out. Just gimme a second." He rolled his eyes. 

"Brutis, let her go." The large man grunted and opened his arms, letting you fall to the ground. 

"A bit rough, don't you think?" You asked, compiling yourself and standing on your feet.

"He's gotta be when I need him to be able to catch you." 

"Oh please. You know I like it when they're rough," you commented. 

"Very funny," he mumbled. 

"I try. Why are you bugging me? I've got a business meeting I need to get to before the little rat runs off with my money." 

"You mean Jimmy? He ain't goin' nowhere," he told with a shake of his head. 

"Doesn't mean I don't want my money," you retorted. He rolled his eyes once more. 

"I was just in the neighborhood, visiting some friends, checking in on some supply dealers, when I saw you walking down the street, carrying that stupid bat." 

"So you had to come fuck up my day? Believe it or not, Jerome, I'm on a tight schedule here," you complained.

"I just thought I'd say hi, see how you're doing," He was taking steps toward you, slowly starting to circle you. 

"Yeah, well, I'm doing fine, thanks for asking." You turned around to the large man and went to grab your bat, but Jerome grabbed your arm before you could take two steps. "The hell are you doing? Let go of me. You can't control me anymore. We broke up remember?" He chuckled and pulled you in closer to him.