No Way Out(A Jerome Valeska Fanfiction)

There's Something About Gotham...

Pineapples look amazing. Am I right or am I right? i mean, they don't taste that great, but they look fantastic. Psych, Spongebob, hellooo?? yeah I love them. 

ALSO! Welcome back myself, I see you're looking hot as ever. Why thank you myself, you're looking particularly scrumptious today. (Yes, I am flirting with myself. You got a problem with that? She's gets me, okay? Okay.)

I'm in love with myself apparently. Dw I'll invite you guys to our(my?)wedding as soon as I get up the courage to propose. 

But don't worry peeps, I've got room for all of you in my heart, we'll just have to squeeze in reeaally tight. Oh! Hey, there's an idea! We can all get married! To each other! Just say yes, I'm not taking no for an answer. 

Anyways! So I was held at gunpoint to get this chapter to you(you know who you are) which is totally fine, I appreciate the fact that they are that dedicated to this story. Just don't go all Annie Wilkes from 'Misery' on me alright? I'm not prepared for that, I like my ankles the way they are, thank you very much, and I'm not particularly fond of sledgehammers. I'M SORRY I KILLED JAKE...and Amy...and anyone else(except Nora, I'm not sorry about that)

WARNINGS: Angst~~I'm dreamminnnggg of the oneee I loveee~~ Angst. Angst is the one I love and oh brother has he found me! He's here, have you been introduced yet? Well if you skipped all the other chapters then maybe you haven't. This is Angst. And anyway, carrying on, there's also some blood, some language, and uhh...I think that's it! Maybe Jerome says something but it's nothing much so don't kill me eye-wash people!! I'm sorry!! Now as for you zombie people, I think I should be worrying about you more than the others so just...back off alright? Go re-read one of the other chapters with more *stuff* in it if you're starving, I'm sorry! I dont have it on me today! You can sniff me all you want, i don't have any. Shoo!

Your fingers clutched the blanket over your shoulders. It was hard to believe that you were in such a familiar place in your life. Free after having been kidnapped, with a blanket that smelled like disinfectant slung loosely over your shoulders, only this time...Jerome wasn't dead...and Jake was.

You breathed deeply, lungs stretching as you tried to calm yourself down just enough for your hands to stop their incessant shaking so you could maybe make an attempt at picking up the cup of water you had been given a half hour ago in order to soothe your dry throat. 

You still felt like you belonged over a toilet, throwing up until you had nothing left inside. Blood still covered you, only your face had been cleaned of the horrifying liquid while the grey dress the murderer had given you was still spotted with blood. Even your hands still had the remnants of red. 

Jerome wasn't dead, it was funny really. You were 'free' but your captor was still only separated from you by a wall and a pair of handcuffs. 

You certainly didn't feel 'free', even with all the police officers around with guns on their hips and kind words tumbling out of their mouths. Empty words and recited assurances that you would never hear going in one ear and out the other, not because you didn't want to hear, but because you just couldn't bear to listen.

You had heard it all before anyway.

'You're safe now'

'You don't have to worry'

'He's gone'

'He can't hurt you'

Yeah...You had heard it all before.

It wasn't true then...why should it be true now?

"Y/n!" Your eyes snapped up at the sound, you shot to your feet, the blanket slipping from around your shoulders as you looked frantically around.