"𝐂𝐢𝐫𝐜𝐮𝐬 𝐅𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐤𝐬"

𝟏𝟏𝟔. "𝐕𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐧𝐝"

★ Jeremiah P.O.V. ★

"Mr Valeska, are you sure about this?" Hugo Strange asked me as he stared down at Grace.

"Yes. I'm sure. Do it." I gritted through my teeth and gently pushed her hair behind her ear.

"But she is magnificent. The-"

"She was magnificent." I interrupted him. He looked at me with a hopeless expression.

"She will be again. Once you get this over with."

"All right, fine. If you insist." He sighed with defeat. I smiled with satisfaction, spun around and headed to the door.

"Just tell me what you want me to do about the baby." He stopped me. I froze with horror. 

"Baby?" Jerome's croaking voice piped up in my head.

"Like, my baby?" His rasp echoed in my brain, making me grimace slightly.

I learned to push it aside, for the most part, but sometimes he's just unrelenting. I try to utilise most of his ramblings to help me with Grace. Still, most of it is just useless garbage. 

"I mean, not me-me, but-"

"Baby?" I repeated quietly and very slowly turned back to Strange.

"She is approximately three months pregnant." He told me. I looked at the floor.

My Grace is pregnant with Jerome's baby. No, no, no. That can't ever happen. I can't allow that to happen.

It won't happen.

"It won't? I don't think-"

"Get rid of it." I ordered Strange, hurried out the room and slammed the door behind me.

***

★ Jerome P.O.V. ★

I tried to move my arms but couldn't. Same with my legs. My eyelids were so heavy, it was as if someone was pulling them down by force. And I was just downright nauseated.

It took me about a minute before I remembered what happened, and as soon as I did, my eyes snapped open. I looked around frantically, and my face fell at what I saw.

Which was nothing. I saw nothing.

It was completely dark around me. I tried moving again but quickly realised I was tied to a chair and stopped trying. I cleared my throat, which felt unbelievably dry.

"Grace?" I rasped pointlessly.

Of course, I got nothing in response, and my whole body just gave up. I shut my eyes and leaned my head back.

***

After a horrible amount of time, the wall in front of me opened, and the damn light almost blinded me. I squinted and turned my face away from the hellish blaze.

"Hello, Brother." I heard my own voice, and I froze.

The wall closed, and a light lit above me. My head snapped towards Jeremiah. He grinned widely and joined his hands behind his back.

I looked him up and down and frowned with absolute confusion. His scars were gone, but he still looked like Grey described him to me.

His face was white like paper, his lips were dark purple, his eyes were pale and disturbing, and his hair was black-green. And he was dressed like a clown version of the old dweeb him.

I started chuckling quietly, making his eyes narrow. I couldn't stand it, and I just burst out cackling. He quickly strode over to me and punched me across the face.