Cameron Monaghan Character Imagines

Jerome Valeska - articles p. 2

Here's part two bitches
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You asked him the questions you noted on your paper and he answered, mostly in his sarcastic manner. But sometimes something else peaked through. Something... more human.

You noticed that he didn't want any of this. And he didn't deserve it either. It was his mother's fault, the way he behaved, the way he was now. She's the reason why he's a killer and everything he did went back and leaded to her and her shitty behavior.

You were so incredibly sorry for him. And so you couldn't help but let sympathy sneak through your put-up wall of professionalism.

You deviated from your original questions and asked more personal stuff.

You wanted to know his REAL opinions and motives, what he felt and what he thought, not the superficial crap your boss wanted you to write about in your article.

You were showing real interest in him and he liked it. He never met someone who wanted to know the real him and was willing to go way beyond deep talk.

So now there were the two of you, talking about his childhood, how his mother affected him and his behavior and how he was well aware of that, but nobody saw that and so it was easier for him give up trying to explain it to others and just start playing the monster everyone wanted to see, until he really became this monstrous, psychopathic and dangerous criminal.

You stood up and he looked at you confused, wondering if he scared you away too, like he did with all the others and if you would just leave him there now too.

He didn't expect for you to walk around the table and over to him. When you stood in front of him, him still seated on the metal chair, he looked up at you, questioning.

You were scared John and the other guards would storm in at any moment, but you had this feeling deep within you, that you needed to do this.

So you knelt down beside him and just.. hugged him.

And, oh man, was he shocked.

Totally taken aback, he just stared at the wall, eyes wide open, as he slowly and carefully put his arms around your back too, his handcuffs laying heavily upon your shoulderblades.

You let your small and soft hands stroke softly over his upper back and caressed his Arkham uniform. His body felt so right and comfy in your arms. He sighed and you could tell that he found this quite comforting as well.

As you pulled back after a few minutes, you didn't know what to say. You just stared into his eyes and mouthed a silent " I'm so sorry" to him. He nodded, still a little taken aback and brought out a quiet "Thank you".

You stood back up and when you walked back over to your own seat, John and another guard walked in and told you that you had to leave now, because they had to bring Jerome back to the cafeteria for lunch.

As you packed your things and went to leave, you stopped in the doorway and looked back one last time.

„See you soon, Jerome."

He grinned at you and with that sight in mind, you left.

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Time skip
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And he missed you. Oh god, how he missed you. So much that he couldn't even sleep properly anymore. You were on his mind 24/7.

You.
You and you only.

He'd stay up late at night, imagining you and him together. How you'd smile, how you'd hug him. Jesus, even how you kissed him and how you would make out in random places. If only he'd be free. He couldn't be the man you wanted, if he was locked up in a place like Arkham.

He'd lay the world to your feet. Literally.
He'd give you anything he had, anything he could give and anything you could ever want.
He just wanted to be with you. Forever.
Even if you only met once. He already knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with you, no matter what. You came in, lighted that spark in him and now he couldn't let you go. Ever.

He wanted you.
He needed you.

So it came that he found himself in Strange's office one night.
He had contacts in Arkham, who brought him whatever he wanted and wherever he wanted as long as he stayed in the asylum.
He silently went through the drawers of his desk and the cupboards, tracing his fingers searchingly along the files until he found your name on a piece of paper stuck to Strange's pinboard.

" YN LN
   Gotham Gazette
   Phone: 4754 78744
   Email: LNYNGG@gmail.com"

It was your business card. Bingo.

He called over one of his contacts and told them to get him a mobile phone.

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Time skip
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A few days later you were back in your office, organizing the notes you took when interviewing Jerome. You tried to do it before but every time you did, you couldn't get your mind off the handsome ginger. You were thinking about him constantly as well and couldn't wait to do the second interview. You were so hyped about just seeing him again.

You packed some stuff to get a coffee and asked some of your colleagues, if they wanted you to bring them sum as well, when you got a notification on your phone. You waved goodbye to your colleagues, went out the room and looked at your phone screen. A message from an unknown number. By that time you were visibly confused.

You were curious and so you unlocked your phone to see who messaged you. You thought it was a new article request from one of the department managers, whose name you hadn't saved in your phone. So you opened the message.

But you were wrong. Incredibly wrong.
(Messages are written in bold)

Hey sugar

You didn't have to think twice. You knew it was Jerome. It could be no other than him.

YN: Jerome? Where did you get my number from?

J: Oh I just broke into Strange's office. Nothing big. He didn't even notice.

You couldn't help but smile a little at him messaging you, eben tho you were a little concerned about Strange maybe noticing, but you brushed it off.

J: I miss you, darling.

You didn't know what to say. You weren't even in a relationship with the redheaded criminal. 

But you wanted to say it back.

YN: I ... miss you too.

J: awwww sweetie

You felt your cheeks heat up at his message.

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This is pt. 2 I guess, hope u like it. 

Btw: I'm not sure, whether I should put any smut into one of the next chapters or not. Would you want that? Feel free to tell me, thanks. Idek if I could write that, bcs I never tried but well, who cares. :)

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