Red And Blue (Jerome and Jeremiah Valeska X OC)

A Hit

A/N: there is smut at the end of the chapter. when it gets there you can skip if you want you won't really miss anything plot wise. IF YOU SOMEHOW KNOW ME IN REAL LIFE DO NOT READ IT 

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     Harley snorts a line of white powder off of the back of her hand. She sniffles and sporadically turns her head every which way, taking in her surroundings. The high immediately kicks in, and adrenaline pumps its way throughout her body. She's in front of the GCPD, on its porch practically, while wearing a cop's outfit. Jerome stands in front of her, blocking the view of her taking a hit from any possible bystanders.

           Even though she was so close to the cops that were just shooting at her hours ago, she didn't feel as scared as she did by the bus. The disguise was like a protective shield to her. As long as they got the jump on them first, she should be fine. She glances at Barbara, standing directly next to her, the only one in the group not wearing a cop outfit.

           "You ready?" Harley asks her. She shrugs and takes out a handheld mirror from her pocket. She fixes her hair then reapplies her lipstick. "It's fine to be nervous."

         "Why would I be nervous?" Barbara giggles and clicks the mirror closed. Harley takes the rubber band around her wrist, and begins tying her pink fried hair into a small bun. The pink hair would be an obvious giveaway if she was trying to act as a cop.

        "I was nervous. Used to be. Back when Jerome was still sane. Every time I got near him my whole body would tense up." She leans against Jerome's back behind her. He laughs a little at the unexpected weight being pressed onto him that he now has to support. "It's like that with Jim, right? He may be sane now but you just know there's a darkness inside of him. A darkness that matches your own." Harley raises an eyebrow, knowing that she's spot on in reading Barbara's situation.

        "Yeah. It is like that. And one of these days I'll convince him like you did Jerome." Barbara reassures. More to herself than Harley. Jerome suddenly spins around to face both of them.

         "You never told me you used to be nervous around me." He smirks, moving his eyes to Harley. He seems almost proud of himself for that.

         "Yeah, all the time. The last thing I wanted was to disappoint you, which I did all the time." His heart speeds up for a moment at that. He's shocked that she cared, and still does care so much about his opinion of her. At school she always acted so confident, she was the queen of the streets, and yet she still cared about him.

          "Well, you could never disappoint me now. Never." He tells her and wraps an arm around her shoulder. She smiles up at him. Barbara makes a fake gagging noise.

          "Get a room you two, damn. Way to rub it in my fucking face." She laughs. She flicks open her flip phone and dials the number written in sharpie on her arm. It was the number to the phone specifically on Jim's desk. She strides more into the doorway of the place. Harley can still faintly make out the words she's saying. "Hello, Jim. It's Barbara."

           Harley can't even imagine how shocked Gordon's face must look like when she announced herself. Barbara replies to something Jim asked her that Harley can't hear.

           "Oh, me? I'm fabulous. How are you?" Then she laughs. "Mr. Cool Guy, huh? You must be so mad at me." He tells her to do something related to turning herself in. Something about turning herself back to sanity. She scoffs. "How Jim? By taking me back to Arkham? I don't think so." She flips some of her hair over her shoulder. "Of course. Everything's always my fault. So typical." Then she bursts into a fit of laughter and walks a few steps inside the building, getting out of earshot.