The Freaks Of Gotham (Jeremiah Valeska x OC x Jerome Valeska) (Gotham Fanfic)

Chapter 7

I escape from my thoughts and realised I was in a hospital. There were some bandages around my head and I could feel the beginning of a headache. I look next to me to see Jeremiah talking to a doctor. He's now extremely pale and looks even weaker than before.

"Sir, I suggest you should go home and rest for a bit, we can take care of her from here and we'll call you when she's able to leave. It's been 2 weeks since she was brought in and you haven't left or slept since... " The doctor said.

" No, I'm not leaving them until I know they're ok, I don't care what the cost is I just need to know that they're alright," Jeremiah says, at first seeming slightly annoyed at what the doctor had said. The doctor decides to just walk away, thinking it best to let him decide what he wants to do.

"Jer?" I say, my voice sounds dry and my throat is sore.

"Ash, oh thank god, you're ok, I thought..." He trails off.

"I'm fine Jer, but I can tell you aren't, you need some rest, please, go get some sleep, I'll be right here after you do, "I say, hoping he'll listen. He's silent for a moment, then he nods and walks away.

It's been a few more weeks now and they've finally let me leave the hospital, Jeremiah is better now and we are as close as ever.
However, when Jeremiah came in after going shopping, he walks straight past me, mumbling to himself and not even acknowledging my existence. He walks into his office and shuts the door behind himself. I follow him and find him scribbling on his board, again, this time with even more pictures of different people, all seemingly unrelated. I carefully tap him on the shoulder and he rapidly turns and grasps my wrist. He looks into my eyes and I could see he was confused, he even seemed scared. His grip around my wrist becomes tighter and I started shouting in pain, trying to get him to let go. He continues his muttering from before and begins to roll my sleeve up my arm, searching for something. He was lost in his thoughts. The grip becomes even tighter and I scream in agony. I attempt to claw at his hand to remove it, but he won't let go.

I search around the room, looking for something to use to get him to let go. His grip suddenly loosens and I watch as his hand rapidly collides with the wall behind him. He screams in agony, clutching his hand, staring at it. I stare at him, completely confused as to how that could have happened. He looks into my eyes.

"Jer, I'm sorry, I don't know what happened, you were hurting my wrist with how tightly you were gripping onto it and I was just trying to find a way to get you to stop, I didn't mean for that to happen, I don't even know how..." I say, backing away from him. He glances back at the board behind him and starts mumbling again. I look down at his hand to see if it was broken and realise that his knuckles are bleeding. I look around the room for some bandages and spot some on the other side of the room. I was about to walk over to grab it when it flies off the table and into my hand. I stared at it in disbelief.

How, how had it, what had...

I was snapped out of my thoughts as I remembered why I needed the bandages in the first place. I step over to Jeremiah and carefully wrap the bandages around his hand, he continues to cradle it after I wrap it and I quickly left the room.
I avoided Jeremiah for most of the next week, blaming myself for how his hand had been hurt. He'd tried to talk to me once or twice, but each time I'd acted like I was busy or quickly left the room.

A week after the incident, I was watching the news when a familiar face appeared on the screen. It was Jerome, and his face was stapled on... The TV was live, Jerome was alive, he... I knew I had to see him, I was lost and felt alone, but I knew he'd help, he was like a brother to me, after all. I quickly left the house and wandered through the city, thinking of where Jerome would go first. My phone continually vibrated in my pocket, and when I checked it, there were many missed calls from Jeremiah. I put my phone away again and continued through the city. While passing a building, someone grabs my arm and pulls me into a nearby alley. I'm about to shout when I see his face, his stapled on face.

"Jerome! I was looking for you... What happened to your face?" I ask.

"Well, some form of cult leader thought that since he was failing to bring me back to life, he should instead take my face, so he did. What he didn't know, was that he had revived me and had just stolen the face off of his God, still, that doesn't matter anymore, he's dead now, and I have my face back, does it look ok? Did I staple it on properly?"He asks. I start to smile.

"Yep, it's perfect J, except for the fact that your face isn't properly attached to your head, I guess it's the best you're gonna get..." I say.

"Oh yeah, anyway, why were you looking for me, I thought you would be with your boyfriend or my brother?" he says, playing with a knife that he'd just pulled out of his pocket.

"Well, first things first, it isn't or, it's and, since they're both the same person, and second, I've been avoiding him for the last week because... Something happened..."

"So, let me get this straight, your boyfriend is my dear brother and you've come to me because something happened between you, so what happened, did you kill him?"

"No, J, I'm not like you that much, I didn't kill him, but I hurt him somehow, I'm still unsure how, do you remember anything weird happening when we were younger?"

"Well, there would be times when objects would seem to fly about, but I'm pretty sure I was imagining that..."

"You weren't..." I say, looking at the knife in his hand. I imagine the knife flying out of his hand, and it instantly flings out of his hand and becomes lodged in a nearby wall.

"What the hell just happened, how did my knife... Huh?" He says, while walking over to the knife, he attempts to remove it but it's completely lodged into the wall. I hold out my hand, and the knife flies out of the wall and into my hand, the handle landing in my palm.

" I've been doing it with random objects around the house to make sure I wasn't just imagining it the first time I did it... I accidentally slammed Jeremiah's hand into a wall J, and I don't know what to say to him, I don't know how to apologise or explain it. I feel lost and alone, it's nice to have someone to talk to about this... "I say, passing him the knife. He held out his other hand to me.

" Then come with me, after I kill Bruce Wayne, we can run away together, you and me, like old times..." He says.

"No, Ash don't," Jeremiah says, appearing from the shadows. "I'm sorry I made you feel lost and alone, I should have helped you, Ash, come back with me though, please, life without you is torture, the last week with you avoiding me has been awful, so please, come back." I look at his face, then towards Jerome's outstretched hand, the lost and lonely feeling from the last week creeps through my mind. Would it remain like that, that feeling of being lost and alone, would it remain with Jeremiah, could I finally be free with Jerome...
I reach towards his outstretched hand...