Red And Blue (Jerome and Jeremiah Valeska X OC)

Sick, Twisted, Totally Crazy

1 month into Arkham

    "Let's see what we've got here." A voice says next to Harley. Harley is sprawled out on her bed in her cell waking up, still with her eyes closed. She recognizes that voice. It's Blue.

    Blue is digging through her shelf next to her bed, looking through the stuff Red's collected over her stay in Arkham. Of course she's just manifesting as a hallucination, but her consciousness is still looking. She hasn't made an appearance since the night of the interrogation.

   "What do you want, Blue?" Red groans rubbing her eyes. She sits up with her blonde hair sticking out every which way, giving a disheveled look.

    "Great, we look awful." Blue says sarcastically, and ignores her question. She goes back to digging in her stuff. She pulls out papers, cheap beaded jewelry, and a jar of hair dye.

    "You didn't answer my question-"

    "You have hair dye?" Blue asks cutting Red off. She holds up the jar with the label 'pink' on it. "You can't dye our hair with this color."

    "Why not? Do you not like pink?" Red snatches the jar and examines it for herself.

    "Yeah, I don't. It reminds me too much of you. You already dyed a strand of our hair that color. That container has enough for our whole head hair. Which is also too long in my opinion." Blue gets on her feet, whispering the last sentence.

    "Last time I checked, you never use the body anyways. I'm pretty sure I'm the one who should be making the fashion choices." Red stands up and walks over to the mirror on the wall. She opens the container and takes out the brush, slowly applying the dye to her blonde hair.

    "What are you doing?!" Blue exclaims.

     "Dyeing my hair. Your whining made me do it." Blue grunts frustrated. She throws her hands up in a tantrum sort of way.

     "I can't with you anymore! God, I hate you!" Red's smirk grows bigger at that statement. She applies more dye.

    "Good. The feeling is mutual." She sounds proud of herself. Making Blue upset was one of her favorite pastimes.

     "You won't be seeing me for a long time." That was the last thing Blue said to her for a while. She was genuinely angry with Red, and was tired of having to put up with her. Red smiles content with her work on troubling Blue some more.

     After a half an hour of applying the dye, and washing it out in one of the sinks in the bathroom, she lays down on her bed. She picks up a magazine and begins to read it, crossing her legs.

    "Harley! You got mail." James shouts through the door and slips a letter between the bars. It falls to the floor. She abruptly sets the magazine down and goes to it. She bends down and picks up the letter.

     Her eyes scan the page rapidly. Her whole body tenses up and freezes. She drops the paper to the ground. The whole building seems to go silent, instead of the usual noises the other inmates would make. Her lip quivers uncontrollably and she lets out a loud high pitched scream.

   The letter read,

Dear Harley,

I'm very sorry to tell you that Fish is dead. Oswald Cobblepot killed her.

Butch

    "Harley?" James yells through her door after she screamed. "Are you okay in there?"

     "No," Is muttered back in a small voice. James gazes through the barred window to see Harley in a curled up bawl on the ground. He opens up the door and walks in. He crouches down next to her.

    "What happened?" He whispers.

     "My mother...." She looks up at him. "She died. She was killed." James notices the tears leaving her eyes. She shakily gets up and wipes them away. "I didn't know I could cry."

     "Of course you can cry. Your mom died. It's normal to. It's human." He reassures her, putting his hands on her shoulders. She smiles.

     "Most people wouldn't describe me as human. They think of me as a monster. Less than human." Harley sounds serious, but doesn't show any signs of hurt in her voice. James looks away at the ground deep in thought.

     "That's the problem with this place."

     "What do you mean?"

     "No one cares about you guys who are in here. The guards, I see them all the time watching people get hurt. They just watch. They do nothing. I'm tired of it." He sighs. She squints and tilts her head.

     "Then do something about it." He nods.

      "I will." He leaves the room, but this time, there's no click when closing the door. She presses her hands against the metal, and gently pushes. It slides open. James stands at the end of the hallway. He gestures for her to leave her cell, and follow him.

     She's about to, but she can't. She mouths the two words "not yet," and slips back inside. She closes the heavy door. From then on out, James didn't lock her door.

     The next day was a depressing day for Harley. She sits in the wreck room next to Jerome at their usual table with their group. All she's done since she's entered the room was mope and sigh a lot. And Jerome has no idea what to do to make her feel better.

      "Harley, you actually need to tell me what's going on with you, if you want me to at least try to fix it." Jerome pleads with Harley to say something. Sionis scoffs loudly, across from him.

     "Looks like your bitch finally learned to shut her mouth for once." He comments. Jerome looks at him offended. He raises a finger at him about to scold the rich boy. Harley turns her gaze up from the metal table and glares at Sionis. She smirks.

     "I'm not anyone's bitch you hear me? Do you want me to pull out the knife again?" She spits through her teeth. Jerome's eyes widen at her finally speaking.

   "She's right so shut your mouth." He quickly says putting his hand up to block his view of Sionis. He turns his full attention to her, switching his tone like the flick of a switch. "Harley what happened?"

     She looks up at him in a way he's never seen before. Even though she had just back talked Sionis seconds before in her usual threatening way, there was something different about her. She seems lost, almost like a kid. But still boiling over with anger.

     "Fish. She's dead." He puts his hand on her shoulder. He knew what Fish meant to her.

     "Who did it?"

     "A man named Oswald Cobblepot." She chokes back tears with her fury. "As soon as I get out of here, I'm gonna kill him."

     "I know you will, and I'll be right there with you. Every step of the way, I got your back." He reassures.

    "Who's Fish?" Greenwood laughs.

     "My mother." She responds, wiping away a tear.

     "Oh, you're crying over your mommy?" He taunts, then laughs harder.

      "Yeah, cause unlike you I'm capable of caring for people. I might be sick, twisted, messed up, and totally crazy, but hey...I can care about people. If they're the right people." She aggressively but playfully says throwing her hands up. He scoots backwards, uncomfortable.