The legacy of Jerome Valeska

Jerome

" a warning to everyone in Gotham, a body is missing from the GCPD, a body of a boy by the name of Jerome Valeska. The GCPD have confirmed that Jerome is alive. If anyone has seen this man, do not approach him, he is very dangerous and sick. More on this news as it develops" I heard the news reporter say. I groaned and turned off the tv.

" I'm not sick! I'm just trying to be a star and destroy the disease in this town!" I screamed and threw the remote at the television. " hey Harls, you done yet?" I asked Harley. She was going to be my test subject. See how much I could corrupt her, make her think like I do. That in itself was going to take a lot of work.

" yeah, yeah, yeah, keep your pants on!" She said to me. I let out a chuckle. She came out a minute later. She wore a baseball t-shirt, along with a blue cropped jacket. She had on jeans. I made myself a mental note to cut the jeans later. She had her hair up in a ponytail. She had her contacts in... But she looked uncomfortable. " what do you think?" She asked shyly

" what do you think about pigtails? They would look cute on you" I suggested to her. She looked uncomfortable.

" I haven't worn my hair in pigtails since I was five" she said to me. I got up and went over to her and lifted up her chin. I smiled at her.

" you would look beautiful. Can you at least give it a try? For me? Hm, Princess?" She blushed as I called her princess. I could sense that no one has ever noticed her before. She nodded.

" okay, but if I don't like them I'm not wearing them anymore" she said as she grabbed some hair ties and put her blonde hair in pigtails. She went over to the mirror and I went and looked over her. " I... I ... I look..." She smiled.

" adorable? I told you you would." I smiled while grabbing her shoulders and looking at her in the mirror. I put my lips to her ear. " daddy knows best" I whispered and kissed her ear.

" never call yourself that again, J." Harley said to me. I giggled.

" deal" I said to her " so...I need to reinvent myself, you know? Because in case you haven't noticed, Harls, they are talking about me being alive. I knew I shouldn't have trusted that Psycho that talked to himself. The red hair will be a dead give away... I need to think up a persona. What was that name you called me when we met? joker right? Hmm... It fits. And you will be my little Harley Quinn doll." I smiled and flipped her around and kissed her on the lips.

" I'm not a doll" Harley said as soon as I broke the kiss. I lifted her chin.

" wanna try that again, doll?" I asked her. She shook her head. " good girl" I said as I kissed her forehead.

In that moment she spit in my face. I smirked and wiped the spit off my face " I actually like that, so go ahead, do it again! I dare you." She swallowed and looked down at the floor. I grabbed her pigtails and yanked them " I'm gonna have to train you. Like a little puppy. I'm gonna teach you to think like me, to act like me, to kill like me. I'm gonna teach you how to be my little puppet." I explained to her. She struggled a little. I grabbed her and held her " shh shh shh. daddy's here, and he is going to teach you everything he knows. You're gonna be Daddy's little monster" I explained as I kissed her cheek and stroked her hair.