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A Beautiful Darkness Inside Of You

Jerome Valeska has a late night visit with Oswald and things take a violently physical turn.

Trigger Warning: Rape, physical abuse, verbal abuse, emotional harm, Self-Loathing, Self-Hatred, self harm, suicide attempt.

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Oswald POV

I sit crosslegged on the bed in my cell with my back to the door, trying to think of a way to escape. I must escape from this place. Jerome is just completely crazy, threatening my life and beating me senseless at every chance he gets.

Suddenly the door opens. I jump slightly, startled. Jerome saunters in, staring down at me with that obsessed glare.

"I'd like to have a few minutes alone with Mr Oswald. Don't panic if you hear any screams." Jerome says to the guard, who nods before closing and locking the door.

Jerome walks behind me, putting his hands on my shoulders and squeezing almost provocatively.

"Has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are with all those scars?" Jerome says quietly in my ear. I squeeze my eyes shut, trembling in disgust.

"There's one more thing...I need from you." Jerome says, kissing my neck.

"That is not happening! Get off of me, you sicko!" I exclaim, jumping to my feet and pushing him away.

"Who said you're in control here, sugar cheeks?" He says, grabbing me by the collar and throwing me onto the bed. He rips my Arkham jumpsuit away, leaving me fully exposed. He attacks my neck, biting and sucking as I struggle under his grip.

"Now...this is gonna be hell for you, but heaven to me." He says quietly, looking into my eyes. I stare up at his hideous face with terrified, teary, bloodshot eyes.

He takes both my wrists in one hand, pinning them above my head. With his other hand, he reaches down and fumbles with his jumpsuit. A moment later, I feel an excruciating pain as he slams into me.

"Ah! Please, please stop! Please!" I beg, afraid and in tremendous pain.

"Shut up." He growls, slamming again and again and again.

I lay under him, trembling and crying softly as he savagely attacks me.

Suddenly it's all over. He pulls out, fixes his clothes and walks out. I crawl under the thin sheet, crying into the pillow.

The next day, Ed is here at Arkham. I hobble down the hallway in new clothes since Jerome destroyed the old ones.

I walk into the small office, both terrified and overjoyed by the sight of the Riddler.

"Why are you here? To gloat? To mock? To add to the misery that permeates my every waking moment?" I say shakily, staring at him.

"You got me. I was bored, needed another laugh." Ed says, chuckling.

"Oh...if I told you the things Jerome has done... you would not laugh!" I say, irritated.

"Whatever he did... I must say that it wasn't hardly enough punishment. You should be in the ground, you monster." He says coldly.

His hateful words reverberate through my brain. My thoughts are filled with an agonizing heartbreak. Oh, if only you knew...

"Yes, it was quite brutal, I must say. In fact, I'm still sore 8 hours and 20 minutes later." I say snidely, glaring at his smiling face.

"Your face definitely looks sore, that's for certain." Ed chuckles dumbly.

"I'm going to wipe that smile from your face. Preferably with a chainsaw!" I say angrily.