The legacy of Jerome Valeska

jerome/joker

Jerome

" who was that kid?" I asked pacing up and down my hideout. " that little brat needs to be put down. One way or another." I said as I went to he mirror and looked at it. I punched the mirror. " shit!" I screamed as I got some tape and a needle and thread. I carefully stitched up my hand. I looked at the shards of broken glass. I needed to be more menacing. This look would not cut it... Cut...I smirked as I grabbed the broken shard of glass with a rag. I put the glass to my cheek. I dragged it down my cheek... I stopped when I saw blood on the shard...

" ugh! Don't be a wuss, J, that was Jerome. Not you. You are a force to be reckoned with. You are going to make Gotham and that snot nosed kid pay! Just do it, J, get it over with... Quick and fast." I gave myself a pep talk. I cut one side of my cheek. I screamed in pain. " damn it!" I screamed as I put the shard to the other cheek. I cut the other cheek fast. I screamed again and screamed some curses.

I grabbed her first aid kit and stitched myself up, a little sloppy, but it couldn't be helped. I looked at Harley's room. I got a piece of paper and wrote that I needed some time to think. Told her to go on with her life and that I would see her soon.

That was the last time I saw her....

Until that day. In the asylum

Joker.
9 years later.

I saw her enter the room and sit down. She was even more beautiful than she was before." hey Harls." I said to her and smirked " I really missed you, beautiful. Been a good girl for Mistah J?" She looked down at her notes. Clearly she was angry about something... Either that or it was her time of the month. I shook off the thought. " Harley. Answer me. Now!"

" it's Dr. Quinzel to you, Mr. Joker" she said, she had clearly forgotten who was her boss. She turned the tape recorder off " and in case you're wondering... I had to have therapy for what you did to me. That's why I became a therapist. To help people who have problems and who have been manipulated. Like you did to me, Jerome." I grinded my teeth at the name.

" word of advice- no one has called me 'Jerome' in 9 years. Which reminds me, tomorrow is our 10 year anniversary. I should really have brought flowers, or at least brought chocolate. I'll figure out something by tomorrow." I said smirking at her.

" I'm engaged." She said to me. I kept my cool. I licked my lips.

" does he... Does he treat you like I did?" I asked her trying to hide that I was breaking inside.

" he treats me with respect, Jerome. Not like an animal!" She screamed. " you were the worst thing that EVER happened to me! I want nothing to do with you! I tried to get out of being your therapist because I was scared of you. But no! They said I could handle it!"

" ugh! They are bastards." I said

"SHUT UP!" She yelled getting up " I AM YOUR THERAPIST! YOU FOLLOW MY ORDERS NOW, JEROME!"

"DON'T YOU DARE CALL ME THAT, YOU WHORE!" I screamed back at her as I got up and slapped her face. Conveniently I had been working on my handcuffs the whole time we were talking. The guards came in and but a straightjacket on me and took me back to my cell.