Red And Blue (Jerome and Jeremiah Valeska X OC)

Teenagers

        And here she is, being escorted by two police officers in handcuffs once again. She would always say that you didn't have fun if you weren't arrested by the end of the night. But this wasn't just some stupid arrest for graffiti, or robbery, etc. She's been found guilty of murder, and she's going to Arkham.

       Harley never really knew how to behave. Well, Red couldn't. Harley was 'split in half' you could say. She had diagnosed herself with 'split personality disorder' in her early teens. Now there's two of her, Red and Blue.

      Most people with this disorder can live a healthy life with just a little help. They aren't crazy. They're just misunderstood people, given a bad representation by the media. Not her though. Red is crazy. No doubt about that. And Blue has to live with it. Which sucks.

      Red is a chaotic character, constantly wanting to do something spontaneous. Anarchy is her religion, and violence her Bible. She always got in trouble at school, for many, many reasons. Whether it was back-talking her teacher, never doing work, cheating when doing work, harassing peers, you get the idea. She's almost obsessive over getting what she wants.

     Blue is well...the complete opposite. Bookworm, nerd, were things she would get called on the regular. She reads the situation in the worst ways possible, the pessimist inside her an insomniac. She's very quiet, and prefers being alone rather than being with anyone else. This leads to her almost never having the 'driver's seat' in the body, giving Red practically free reign.

   Unfortunately for Blue, Red recently gained a partner in crime for her mischief. Jerome Valeska. The other person being escorted to Arkham with her. Jerome definitely wasn't always her partner in crime, let alone her boyfriend. Her winning him over is another story for another day. Right now she's more focused on being transported to her brand new home. Arkham Asylum.

     Let's rewind an hour earlier first, before we go there.

    Jerome and Harley have been summoned back to the GCPD, for further information on his mother's murder. She opens the door to the interrogation room to see detective Jim Gordon, Doctor Lee Thompkins, and Mr. Cicero from the Circus they both work at.

    "Hi Jerome. Harley. Please take a seat." Gordon pulls out two empty metal chairs next to the blind fortune teller. Harley sits in the middle between them, and smiles up at the detective politely, keeping her facade. As an acrobat who performed frequently in the circus, she knows how to put on a show.

    "Detective..." She mutters and gently places her hands on her lap.

    "You two know Mr. Cicero from the show." Officer Gordon asks, clarifying. He already knows the answer, the question is just a polite formality.

    "Yes sir." Jerome says and nods. "Hello, Mr. Cicero." He greets the older man.

    "Good evening Jerome. Harley." Mr. Cicero replies. Gordon has a seat across the metal table from the three. Harley idly finds the security camera up in the corner of the room. She stares directly at it for a split second, before quickly turning away. She didn't want to make herself seem creepy or something.

    "Do you know why you're here?" He questions still with a neutral tone to his voice. He folds his hands and leans forward.

     "Did you find out who killed my mother?" Jerome eagerly asks.

     "You killed your mother, Jerome." Gordon quickly answers. His demeanor clicks in an instant to a more grim one. There's a pause.

     "Me?" Jerome says in a small voice offended. He gestures a hand to himself and glances at the other people in the room, astonished by the response.