Cameron Monaghan Character Imagines

Jerome Valeska - articles pt. 3

You and Jerome were texting for over a month now. You even called quite often, well, almost every night tbh when everyone in Arkham was asleep. Likewise, you should be too, but you didn't care. Calling Jerome was way more important.

Your interviews with him were over now and so you had no excuse to see and meet him again, which made you sad.

And besides: You had so much work to get done, and you were so stressed, because you wanted the article to be good, that your little (well rather long) calls were the only peaceful thing in your life right now. The feeling of him being there for you, his low but soothing voice, his laughter - it all put your mind at ease for a moment, so you could breathe again and find motivation to go on. He understood you and you understood him and accepted him the way he was.

Most of the time, you even forgot that he was a killer. But you had to admit that you would be lying if you said that you weren't kinda drawn to that as well. It gave you kind of a rush of adrenalin, knowing you and an officially called 'murderous psychopath' were bonding and close to each other and you couldn't stop it, even if you wanted to, which you obviously didn't. At this point, you couldn't deny that you were in love with the ginger. Madly, deeply, and genuinely in love with him.

You made your way out of your office and onto the streets of Gotham to get to your car and drive home. You couldn't wait to get home, because it was Thursday, which meant that Jerome didn't have some kind of group activity to attend in Arkham and could call you two hours earlier than usual. He always did that and it always put a smile on your face first thing in the morning, realizing it was Thursday.

When you got to your car, you got in and wanted to drive off when you heard a knock on your window. You looked to your left and saw about three or four strange men standing outside your car. You rolled down your window, looking questioningly at the strangers.

" Get out of the car.", one of them said through gritted teeth. You stared at him in shock, not moving.

" I said get out of that fuckin' car!", he repeated, growing angrier with every spoken word.

You nodded, scared, and shakily opened the door. One of the men roughly grabbed your arm and dragged you out of the car. Another tied your hands behind your back and as much as you wanted to hide your fear, not willing to give them any kind of satisfaction, tears started to fill your eyes. You tried to blink them away but failed miserably, a quiet, desperate sob escaping your lips. You didn't know what they wanted from you. Did they know about you and Jerome and wanted to get to him? But why? It was no use since he was in Arkham.

" W-what do you want from me?", you hoarsely brought out. By now they were bringing you to what seemed like a black van.

One of the men, who hadn't spoken until now, raised his voice, answering you.

" Oh, you're too sweet. If we didn't want money in exchange for you and your safety, I would just keep you to myself."

He said the last part, his voice barely above a whisper so that only you could hear it. His presence so close that you could feel his breath against your ear and it sent shivers down your spine.

" Darling, you're shivering. Are you cold?", he said sarcastically, acting all caring, until you heard a voice speak up behind you.

" Don't you fuckin' dare calling her that.", the person spoke, menace lacing their voice. It was a man's voice and you didn't have to think twice. It was the voice you loved so much, the voice you were allowed to listen to every evening.
No doubt.

It was Jerome.
He came to save you.

One of your captors immediately grabbed your arm and tried to drag you further into the van to drive off. But he didn't even get close to you.

" Don't. You. Fuckin'. Touch. Her. ", Jerome threatened.

He kicked one of them in the stomach and got out his gun, pulling the trigger several times, the sound of gunshots echoing through the underground garage and filling your ears 'til it stopped and silence came crashing in. You didn't realize that you were holding your breath until you took a sharp one in and the fresh air filled your lungs again. The dead bodies of your captors fell to the floor and stained the light gray concrete bloodshot red.

You felt Jerome's presence, walking up to you from behind and freeing you from your restraints, cutting the ropes around your wrists, and by that time, legs too. The moment you were free again, you turned around and looked him in the eyes.

" You're here...", you said breathy, observing his green orbs, searching for any kind of sign that he wasn't really there. But he was. He nodded.
Then you threw your arms around his neck in desperation. He placed his around the small of your back and held you tight and close to him, so close, that not the thinnest piece of paper would've fit between you. You stood like that in silence for a few minutes until he spoke up again.

" I've missed you."
You pulled back carefully to look at him again.
" That's why you broke out of Arkham? Because you just missed me?"

He nodded again. Bewilderment filled your head.

"Jerome... you put yourself in such danger because of me?! Imagine if they had caught you! You know what consequences that could've had for you?! Why tf would you do that?!"

At that point, tears rolled down your cheeks again. Out of fear and shock, again, but because you were scared that something could've happened to him.

" ... Because I love you..."

The words hit you like a hammer. He really just said that. Straight in your face. Well, yes, he said it before several times, but those were on the phone and sounded more teasing. But this, this shit was serious. He really meant what he said.

"And I want to be with you YN.", he went on. "I realized that if I couldn't be with you, I couldn't be happy.
If I couldn't be with you, my life wouldn't be worth living. You are my reason to keep going.
You are the first thing I think about when I wake up and the last thing I think about when I go to sleep. And when I go to sleep, I pray for you to follow me into my dreams so that I can see you and be with you.
You are on my mind all the fuckin' time, 24/7.
You.
You and you only.
I've waited for you for all my life, for someone who accepts me and loves me the way I am.
And now that I've found you, I am not willing to let you go again.

That means... if you want to be with me?"

You weren't even capable of answering him, the lump in your throat making it impossible for you to speak. You probably never cried that much ever before in your entire life. So you just nodded hastily and crashed your lips onto his, closing the last bit of distance between the two of you.

" Yes! Yes, of course I want to be with you, Jerome! What a question!", you said as you pulled away.

A genuine and relieved smile made its way onto his face and he took your hands in his.

" Then let's go"

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Yeah, so this is pt. 3. Usually I would end the series at this point, but maybe, if I get an idea, or one of you does and is so kind to tell me about it, I'll write another part soon. 

C ya