Red And Blue (Jerome and Jeremiah Valeska X OC)

Heads Will Roll

song - heads will roll (a-trak remix)

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            Jerome and Harley casually walk down the gray cement sidewalk on the side of a street. They're both wearing dark colored sweatshirts with the hoods pulled over their heads in hopes to try and hide their identities. Many shady looking people brush past them, a few giving them the side eye. Harley taps on Jerome's shoulder and gestures with her head for them to move in one of the alleyways off to the right.

            He nods and they side step into the more secluded area. Jerome pulls out a ziploc baggie with white powder inside of it, crinkling it as he pulls it open. He sprinkles a little on the back of his hand and holds it out for Harley. She smiles and leans down to it, her nose making contact with his skin. She snorts a line off, then helps him prepare a second one. He snorts a line himself and coughs a little, still not being used to it.

             "How's it feelin' for you?" Jerome asks with a grin. She smiles back at him with wide eyes and a more energetic demeanor.

            "Like I'm a god again." She says and throws her hands up, spinning in a circle. Then she grabs his hand and leads them back out to the main sidewalk. All at once, all of her senses have been boosted to eleven, her environment becoming louder. The scent of rain and gasoline fills her nose. Water droplets hit her legs, dirty precipitation seeping into her pores.

             Jerome takes a piece of paper out of his pocket, with an address written on it. He points to the house across the road, bringing the numbers on the fence to her attention. They match the numbers on the paper, indicating that the magician must live there. They sprint across the way and make it onto the front porch. They both lower their hoods.

           "Hey ding-dong, open up!" Harley shouts while knocking her knuckles against the wooden door. The door opens up, to reveal a middle aged man with a confused expression on his face.

           "Hello, sir." Jerome formally greets. "Do you happen to be a magician?"

           "Yeah..." Is all he replies with, bewildered on what they could possibly want from him. Jerome swipes out a pistol from behind himself, out of his waistband. His smirk grows, flashing his teeth with a remaining eerie look in his eyes.

           "Perfect!" Harley exclaims. "Let us in then." She orders, her innocent looking face shifting and morphing into a darker one. The man puts both of his hands in the air and backs into his home, giving them room to enter. As soon as the door shuts behind them, Jerome pulls the trigger and shoots the man in the head, killing him instantly.

          "Well, that was easy." He says and slips the gun away. Typically if your apartment neighbors overheard a gunshot go off they would check in on you. See if everything's okay, make sure that no one is hurt, but not Gotham. Luckily for Harley and Jerome this was the typical Gotham sounds and noises.

         "What about the body?" Harley asks, pointing at the new dead body laid in front of them. "Do we just leave it? Probably won't be found til after tonight..." She squats down and peers over him. His dead eyes stare past her, at the ceiling.

          "Yeah, but if somebody did stumble upon it before tonight, good old Theo would be pretty angry." Jerome hesitates and crouches down next to her too, eyes examining the corpse as well. Harley nods, agreeing that it would be risky and stands back up.

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(1 hour later)

          Harley strides up to the kitchen sink of the dead magician's apartment. She scrubs her hands clean aggressively, feeling the red blood coming out of her pores all going down the metal drain. The white porcelain has a lingering pink hue to it. A stench of copper is left behind. Harley twists the handle and turns the water off, then sighs.