maybe we're both crazy

havent slept in years

me and jerome come up with the (admittedly risky and kind of stupid) plan of putting jerome in the body bag and simply wheeling him out in front of all the cops.i didn't want to do this and could see about a million ways this could go wrong but my hands were tied. literally.

i zip up the body bag to his chin "stay quiet" i remind him before fully zipping up the bag
jerome starts laughing loudly. i quickly jab him in the stomach to get him to stop and he lets out a loud over exaggerated groan
"jesus doc you're gunna have to stitch me up after that one"
"shut up" i say through my teeth before starting to wheel him out the room

i stay calm not making eye contact with anyone when all of a sudden harvey is infront of me
"is this valeska?" he asks casually before taking. a sip of his coffee letting some of the foam go into his mustache.
"yeah he's definitely dead. i'm taking him to the morgue" i reply trying to stay calm. i grip hold of the trolly a little harder

"alright cool, thank god for that right?" he smiles as me still being unsuspecting "i mean that guy was an a class nut job, im sure people in gotham will sleep a bit more comfortably knowing he's gone for good" harvey states keeping his eyes on me
"hah yeah what a relief" i can't wait for this situation to end. i try to start walking away until harvey stops me and holds onto the front of the trolly
"you sure you don't want someone else to take valeska to the morgue? it's not really part of your job description" harvey smiles looking to find someone to take this off me

"no it's alright i was going that way anyway to go get some food" i stay as casual sounding as i can. the lies were coming out to fluently like i was one of those people who go into a coma and come out being able to speak mandarin

"okay well let us know if you need any help" harvey says before walking away and picking up some papers

i let out a sigh of relief. almost there. i walk out the entrance of the gcpd and and keep walking until i get to an alleyway. i peel the the zip down off the body bag.

jerome theatrically sits up and stretches before cracking the joins in his neck and then his back
"you took your time" jerome says menacingly as he hops off the trolly.
i smile with my mouth but not with my eyes
"sorry about that" i groan
"ease up doc, we have lots more to get done!" he says enthusiastically

"nope i am done valeska" i reply bluntly "you said you only needed me to help you get out and here we are ; out."

jerome's expression turns from a jolly smile to an exaggerated angry one.
"your work is not done for me just yet y/n, i need a place to crash for the night. i'm exhausted" he stretches his arms over his head letting out a fake yawn "i haven't slept in almost two years" jerome smirks

he was serious. he actually wanted me to let him stay with me. i think for a moment. there's not much i can do here, who knows what he has potentially planned! if i say no he could kill me or worse kill other people or people close to me. i decide to let him stay with me and i take him in my car to my house making sure to keep him out of sight. we arrive.

he looks around the interior of my house and nods in approval
"i personally wouldn't have picked that shade for the curtains but i like your taste doc" jerome smiles as he enters my house
"gee thanks" i reply sarcastically
"i really don't like your tone grumpy pants. why not cheer up? you're in your swanky house with the handsomest most notorious guy in gotham"
valeska says before getting himself comfortable on my sofa.

i can't help but laugh a little at his remark
"i knew you found me funny doc" jerome says menacingly in reaction to my laugh
i decide to ignore him
"sofa or my bed?" i ask jerome as i walk around my apartment
jerome doesn't take long to reply "bed please doc! need to get my beauty sleep after lying on a metal table for the last couple of years"

i nod my head and guide him to my room.
"just let me grab some clothes and then it's all yours" i say calmly as i open my drawers and pull out some joggers and a jumper.
jerome doesn't hesitate to hop into my bed and move himself under the covers. he starts squirming around frantically "your bed is feeezing. do you not warm it for your guests?" he huffs as he continues to try warm the bed

"sorry i don't have a bed warmer at hand" i laugh
"they should really make those" jerome says inquisitively after stopping his movements.
i walk towards the door to leave
"are you not gunna tuck me in?" i hear from behind me. i let out a small laugh before leaving the room and closing the door behind me
"goodnight!" i almost shout
"sweet dreAAMSSS" replies jerome

i smile to myself as i walk away but stop myself. what the actual fuck am i doing. i'm keeping a psychopath in my room who i had just snuck out of the gcpd! and i'm letting him stay in my bed and saying goodnight to him.
i get changed into my clothes in the bathroom before laying down on my sofa.
i start thinking of the millions of other things i could've done differently that would've lead to a different outcome of jerome being locked away or anywhere but in my bed right now. but, for whatever reason when i thought about that it hurt my heart. like the thought of actually betraying him or getting him sent to arkham made me feel guilty.
he's gotten into my head..