Red And Blue (Jerome and Jeremiah Valeska X OC)

Barbara Kean

      It's a normal afternoon, the group is in the wreck room and gathered around a table. Harley is the only person missing at the moment. She said she needed to take a bathroom break ten minutes prior.

     "Uno..." Dobkins mutters nervously, holding a single playing card. Greenwood groans frustrated by the many cards in his own hands. Jerome suddenly slams his fist on the table loudly.

     "Harley's gonna miss the game," He says angrily. "Where is she? I feel like she's been gone for too long." He stands up and sets his cards down on the table. "I'm gonna go find her.

     He walks to the gate that leads to the bathrooms. A guard stands with a blank expression in front of it with a gun.

    "What do you want, Jerome?" He says, annoyed. This isn't his first time putting up with Jerome's shenanigans.

    "Harley disappeared in there a while ago, and well, I don't exactly trust the other inmates in here. So if you don't mind, could you maybe let me go check up on her." Jerome explains his situation. The guard rolls his eyes and sighs.

   "If I'm gonna be honest. I really don't care." He steps aside and Jerome quickly slips through the gate. After making a few turns down some corridors, he can hear a shriek from the girls bathroom.

    "Harley?" He calls out and enters the bathroom. A man, almost a whole foot taller than her, has her pushed up against the tile corner wall. Jerome freezes up. She looks past the man's side and makes eye contact with Jerome for a second. Her face is full of disgust because of the miserable position she's in.

   "You're not so strong by yourself now are you? Let's hope your friend 'pretty boy' doesn't notice you're gone." The man harasses her. Then he leans down closer to her face. Jerome is about to intervene, but she shakes her head 'no' at him. He squints confused, but complies with her demand.

    Harley swiftly pulls out her knife from under her skirt and places it gently against the man's throat, just before he reaches her face. She gives a threatening grin.

     "Do you really think I can't deal with an asshole like you, by myself? I've dealt with tons of people like you my whole life." She grabs his shoulder with her free hand and spins them around switching positions, still holding the knife closely.

    Jerome's body relaxes realizing that Harley has the situation under control. He turns his head to see a guard standing a few feet away next to him, just watching by the sinks. He's leaning against the counter with a cigarette between his fingers. Jerome chuckles a little.

  "So you were just going to stand there and watch her get attacked? This place really is going to shit..." Jerome jokes, then turns his attention back to Harley.

   "Apologize....." She orders. She gets no response from the man. "C'mon, apologize." It almost sounds as if she's mocking him. If Jerome had met Fish Mooney, he'd be able to notice the similarity in the way she insults her enemy. Slightly tilting her head, being filled with fury but keeping a winning smile, etc. "Apologize, and maybe I'll spare your pathetic life."

   "Sorry....." He replies so quietly she can barely hear.

   "Not good enough. I still want to kill you." She giggles and raises the knife back into the air. Right as she's about to swing down, someone grabs her wrist. She looks back over her shoulder to see Jerome holding the knife back.

   "I want to do it." He says. She shrugs and lets him take the knife, then backs away. "I would say I'm sorry for what I'm about to do to you but......I'm not." He smiles, then plunges the sharp piece of metal over, and over, and over into the man.