maybe we're both crazy

intruder

a/n- right so i thought id show you how i picture your flat so its easier to imagine (it's a shit drawing so ignore that)

anyway back to the story

jerome's pov:

this is the comfiest bed i had ever felt in my life. i let myself sink into the bed and plan or dreaming about my extravagant plan for the next day. dangling bruce wayne over a tank of sharks or, pulling off all of Jim Gordans skin and using it to make a huge smiley face in the centre of town. i smile to myself and i start to drift asleep.

all of a sudden i hear a loud scream. i jump up.
i walk over to the exit of the bedroom and peel the door open slightly peering out.
there's a large man holding y/n by the mouth holding a knife up to her throat. he has a large flame thrower hooked onto his belt.
"JEROMEEE" says the man "I KNOW YOURE HERE"

i start laughing and i casually walk out the door
"alright mr muscles?" i ask him keeping my distance
"shut it valeska you're coming with me, and if you resist im slitting her throat" he pushes the knife a bit deeper into her throat. i can see y/n starting to panic a little

"im not going anywhere, it's homey" i smile to myself.
the man starts to look more mad and starts to push the knife a little deeper. i keep my look unfazed but i know that i dont actually want him to hurt her.. which is strange..

"alright buddy cool your jets. who sent you?"
i hop over the back of the sofa so im sat onto it with my legs crossed. i keep staring at him
"im not telling you that" he grunts.
probably one of penguins goons or a friend of someone i've pissed off at some point which could be anyone.. but hey who keeps track?

your pov:

is he insane?!?! yes. why is that even a thought in my mind. of course he's insane and knew this.
i try to stay calm. if i struggle too much i could push myself further into the blade. it was sharp i could feel it lightly already in my skin.
it didn't hurt too much but i didnt really feel like letting it get much deeper.

i had no fucking idea what jerome was going to do. he's the most unpredictable person i've ever met in my whole life.
jerome crosses his arms and pulls an over dramatic annoyed face furrowing his eyebrows and pushing his lips together
"i have an idea!" he says to the man happily
"why don't we..."
he suddenly throws a kitchen knife into the guys shoulder. he falls to the ground causing the knife to cut my throat a little.
but that was the least of my worries because the flame thrower he had on his hip had somehow been triggered by his fall and went right onto the sofa where jerome was sat.

he jumped up and tried to swat away the fire while stomping on it. it mostly worked but left most of the sofa as a burnt crisp. from all the commotion i had forgotten about my neck! which
i quickly grip onto and move away from the ogre that's now groaning in pain, and the mad man jumping on my sofa trying to put out a fire. jesus.

jerome flashes a concerned look at me before walking over to the intruder, his psychopathic look returning. i moved myself to the bathroom and locked the door.
my reflection looked back at me as i frantically gaped at the mirror. slowly, i removed my hand to check the damage. i breathe in quickly through my teeth as i see blood dripping from a - not too deep- wound. 'i'll live'

as i rummaged through my drawers under the mirror i couldn't stop thinking about that split second when jerome looked at me. as if he actually cared about me. i might be overanalysing his gaze but im so sure that in that moment he looked like he was worried about my safety.
my thoughts were abruptly cut off by a musical knock on the bathroom door
"how's the damage doc?" jerome asked through the door

i open it and let him see. he smiles wide but with worried eyes "agh not too bad. try getting stabbed in the neck on stage!" he grins
"oh and don't worry about our visitor i knocked him silly and tied him up" he giggled as he walked inside the small bathroom and started adjusting his hair in the mirror

"tied him up with what?" i ask as i started putting cleaning my neck with antiseptic
"my belt" he groans before adjusting his waistband with his thumbs
"where did you even get that knife from? do you know what he wants? who sent him? did anyone see him? he's not dead is-"
jerome pinches my lips together with his fingers
"it's under control. i got the knife from the counter and took it into your room so i had something to cuddle to sleep" he laughs

i swat away his hand and give him a confused look but choose not to question it any further.
"so.. doll. it looks like our sleeping arrangements are out the window. and look i don't mind sleeping on that glorious smelling cooked sofa you have.." he starts but i cut him off
"we can share the bed" i reply bluntly. "don't bring a knife this time"
jerome rolls his eyes before smiling wide at me and leaving the bathroom to go back into the main area. probably to deal with the man further if he's even still alive.

i finish finally up wrapping up my neck, looking like jerome did when he got rolled into the medical room only hours ago. i brush my teeth and leave the bathroom making sure to turn off the light. when i walk out i see jerome lying on the sofa crossing his legs with one of his arms comforting his head as he feeds himself cherries.
a bit to the left of jerome by the tv is a very bruised looking man tied up like a pig with his ankles and wrists tied together with a belt in a tight knot. he's either passed out or dead and god i hope he's not dead considering it would all lead back to me. i push that to back of my mind and decide to snap jerome out of the far too comfortable trance he seems to be in.

"hey! i'm going to bed" i say to him lightly
"hm?" he bends his head back so he can see me from behind him "alright ill join you after ive eaten a few more of these" jerome replies before carefully dangling another cherry into his mouth

i take myself into my room and close the door behind me. i take off my clothes and start finally get changed into the clothes i had picked out earlier.

jerome's pov:

i yawn as i finish the last of y/ns cherries. i'm sure she won't mind. they were just in a bowl on her table and we didn't have any dinner or even any snacks. didn't she know i hadn't eaten in almost two years?!

this whole situation was veryyy interesting. i needed to come up with a plan for once i was back on my feet and less in the dark with what's been going on since ive been gone. i need some kind of upper hand so i can get rid of the people who irritate me the most. at the moment though, the only thing that actually mattered was staying in this house with y/n for as long as i can milk it. i can always threaten her life if she tries to kick me out but for the first time in a long time im not sure if i could actually kill her.. even if i wanted to..

i shake my head to get rid of the thoughts and chuckle at myself for even thinking something like that.
another yawn takes over me and make my way into her room. y/n looks like she's already asleep and at the very edge of the bed furthest from me.
if i didn't know any better id think she's scared of me! good! she should be! i'm a scary guy

i jump into the bed causing her to groan.
"do you mind?" she complains trying to get comfortable again.
i don't respond and instead move myself under the covers with her. no i don't mind at all!
it's absolutely freezing again. i start wriggling in the bed again to warm it up
y/n sits up and shoots me an irritated look
"we could've been killed by that guy just us to die of hyperthermia in this bed!" i defend myself as i continue to move around under the covers

i finally stop and get more comfortable. i lie on my side facing her and she's facing away from me. as i adjust myself she starts to do the same. i don't think she realised how close we actually were because i feel her behind rub against my..
she must've been too tired to notice but i definately wasn't. i quickly breathe in through my teeth and let out a quiet groan.
jesus this woman.