maybe we're both crazy

reborn

Jim wheeled him into the medical room.
"jesus" i said to myself as i saw jerome valeskas lifeless body on the table infront of me
"just make sure he's dead, and that he'll stay dead" jim says seriously to me. i try to hide my pain from seeing him there and nod simply at him. i hate death. even the death of someone like jerome.

when i had first met jerome he was 18 and he had just killed his mother. for whatever reason i felt immense pain for him and what he had gone through. almost as if i could relate to him. seeing him on this table almost brought a tear to my eye.

before i started the checks i decided to go to the bathroom to clear my head.
i looked into the mirror
"pull yourself together y/n"  i said to myself pushing my hair behind my ears.
i fixed my makeup and decided i had waiting long enough.

i walked back into the medical room. he was gone. shit. someone must've taken-
my thoughts were cut off by a large hand wrapping around my mouth
"shhhh" said a voice. i struggled against the persons hold. "hey hey hey im not gunna hurt you relax" spoke a familiar voice. jerome.

i turned around "JEROME?"
he quickly put his hand over my mouth again. he moved his face over to my ear
"in. the. flesh!" he said charismatically.
i put my hands to his hand over my mouth and try to pull it off.
"look doc, i don't need to hurt you i just need to get out of here. will you stay quiet?"
i shouldn't go along with this but nethertheless i nod my head.

"how is this possible?" i say as i look him up and down
"you like what you see?" jerome grins
"how do you feel?" i ask genuinely ignoring his remark
"fit as a fiddle doc!" he replied "other than the whole being dead for over a year thing"
i hold in my laugh.

for whatever reason im not scared of jerome. i know i should be. i know he could kill me whenever he wanted to but for some reason i just wouldn't believe that he would.
i study his face to try figure out what he's planning. Jim would kill me if i let jerome escape.
i notice that jerome is returning the look im giving him as if he's mocking me
"what's got you thinking so hard? the economy?" jerome laughs before moving over to the counter

"yes the economy" i reply. i try to get more comfortable. best case scenario is i keep jerome distracted here long enough for someone to come in and see him here and deal with this.
jerome smiles and says through his teeth "horrible"

"SO!" jerome leans over me smiling wide "what have i missed?" he moves his face close to mine his breath on my mouth
i look up at him "a lot"
he groans and leans back onto the counter
"i have some serious catching up to do"
he flicks on the news on the tv and sits down in a chair flipping it round so he's straddling it. he watches the screen eagerly.

this is my chance. i can get out of here and tell someone jerome's alive.
i slowly start standing up keeping my eyes on jerome for any sudden movements..
i back away from him being hyper focused on my feet stepping as softly into the floor as possible. toe then heel toe then heel.
i suddenly feel a sharp pain in my side. i had walked a bit too far pushing my waist into the corner of medical table. i let out a short grunt in pain

jerome quickly turns round swiftly grabbing my arm. "and you think you can trust someone!" he says far too happily before aggressively pulling me further inside by my forearm.
i stay silent. shit. the pain reappears in my side after no longer being distracted by getting caught. i know it's just going to bruise 'i'll live' i think to myself

the deshevled man takes my other wrist and wraps both my arms behind me using some medical tape and bandages
"now, don't take these bandages off until i tell you to, im the doctor i know what im talking about" he says in a serious voice. the type of voice you'd expect to hear a child say when mocking an adult. i roll my eyes

"cmon doc im just messing with you" he says in a playful tone. the word 'messing' coming out a bit more aggressively as if he's getting mad at me. i decide to just comply for now as to not upset him further.
"don't give me the silent treatment doc" he laughs

"what do you want me to say?" i scoff
"i dunno something like-" he pushes his chair towards my knees going into them painfully before aggressively sitting in it "thank you so much for not killing me jerome, you're so handsome and charming and dare i say sexy" he puts his hand up to his mouth and does a gasping face before breaking into laughter

"ha ha ha" i spit mockingly
"id watch your tone doc" he says as he quickly snaps out of his laughter and holds me tightly by my collar
"anyhow!" jerome exclaims swiftly turning round letting go of my collar theatrically
"i need to get out of here."

i wasn't sure how he was going to get anyway with that. we completely surrounded by cops including jim gordon.
"how do you plan on doing that"

jerome smiles intimidatingly "more like how do YOU plan on doing that" he starts laughing hysterically
"what do you mean valeska?" i try to reach for my jean pocket. i have a multitool that could hopefully get me out these bandages. it's too far for me to reach. i sigh

"i MEAN you need to get me out of here or those will be your last words!" he smiles looking me dead in the eyes before running his finger across my jawline "would be a shame to lose such a pretty face"

i think for a moment. trying to ignore jerome's words. how could i get him out of here?