Red And Blue (Jerome and Jeremiah Valeska X OC)

Give Me An 'O'!

        Greenwood, Harley, Jerome, and Aaron are packed shoulder to shoulder in the front of a gasoline truck, all in that order. It's a tight squeeze and Harley definitely doesn't appreciate being so close to the man who threatened to eat her just a few hours ago. She squirms slightly in the little space she has to move in and sighs annoyed when she's unsuccessful at making more. Dobkins is lucky, sitting in the back, she thinks to herself.

        They were all sent out to find a vehicle to set on fire. They saw a bus for the elderly bingo party not too long ago, but decided not to. It wouldn't be too horrific to kill people already on the verge of death.

         The outfits given to them are supposed to make them look like they're in straight jackets, to go with the 'crazy' vibe. But Harley declined that. She said it made her look too bulky, so she did the only right thing she could do. Steal an outfit from Tabitha.

        "Did you really have to wear that thing?" Greenwood asks Harley with frustration. He squirms in place rubbing against her leather outfit.

       "What? The suit they gave me would have been a crime to my body. Made all my curves look boxy. This however, makes me look absolutely stunning." She explains, gesturing her hands at herself. Jerome slowly nods.

      "She's right." He quickly agrees.

     "But the leather makes it even more cramped in here. Makes me all sweaty." Greenwood whines more. Harley raises a fist and flips him off. Jerome moves his hands to his eyes and makes fake binoculars with them.

      "Hold on, guys!" He gets their attention. They all turn their eyes forward at the school bus trucking down the road in front of them. "I spy with my little eye something that is....yellow." Harley begins to smirk darkly.

       "Yay, Gotham!" Greenwood exclaims and reaches his arm out the window. He bangs his fist on the metal car door excited. Aaron turns the keys in the ignition and the engine starts up. They speed after it. It only takes a couple minutes before they're able to swerve in front of it and make the bus jolt to a halt. The driver honks their horn and then realizes who's getting out of the gasoline truck. They rapidly become panicked.

       Jerome goes to the door and bangs his gun against it. He gestures for the driver to hurry up and open it. As soon as the air compression is released and the doors swing open, with zero hesitation, Jerome shoots the person behind the wheel dead. He walks up the stairs with Harley directly behind.

       "Well I'll be damned. We might actually know some of you!" He says with enthusiasm, looking at the passengers on board. They're all highschool cheerleaders, and Jerome and Harley had recently been going to a Gotham highschool themselves not too long ago.

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9 months ago

       Harley sits under the metal bleachers located on the side of the high school's football field, on a lawn chair. Her feet are propped up on a bar, and her head is buried in a local article on what coats to wear this season. It's third period, but she decided it would be best to skip....again. Usually she would head to Fish's place to hang, but the bus isn't working these hours in this neighborhood. Plus, she didn't feel up for a walk at the moment.

      She licks her finger and turns a page in her magazine. The small booklet talked about fashion, stupid celebrity drama, Gotham's latest political issues, etc. She scoffs at the sight of Mayor James's black and white photo behind a microphone stand. His speech in the text below consisted of trying to fix Gotham, and lowering the crime rate.