September 18
5:59 pm
I sit on the steps of the town square and read a book I had recently picked up from the library. The wind rustles through the trees, blowing leaves into the gloomy sky, but otherwise, everything is silent. No one is around.
6:06
I hear footsteps, but don't look up. Suddenly someone is sitting next to me.
"Hi gorgeous, I'm Jerome."
My cheeks grow hot from his sudden compliment, and I look up at him. He seems to be a couple years older than me, 18 or so. His hair is flaming red, and he's grinning at me like I'm the most interesting thing he'd seen all day.
"Um...hi?" I mutter. It's strange how straightforward he's acting.
His smile still lingers, and for some reason it sends shivers down my spine.
He inhales and starts, "A girl like you shouldn't be out here alone. This is Gotham after all."
"Yeah, well I am." I said defiantly, though I know he's right.
He continues to smile at me, a creepy smile. "There are bad people here...and bad things happen all the time."
"I'm just waiting for my parents to come pick me up." Where is he going with this? I think.
"Well they better hurry...there's a storm coming."
For a moment it sounds like he said war, and I am confused, but my gaze falls upon the darkening sky, where murky clouds loomed.
"What did you say your name was?" I ask.
"Jerome," he answers with a laugh. "And you?"
"Harleen." I reply shortly. I simply don't know what to think of this stranger. He feels familiar, yet odd in some way. The whole situation is just...creepy.
"Harleen...what an interesting name!" he exclaims like he can't contain his joy.
"Not really." I go back to reading my book.
He grits his teeth, like he's slightly vexed but he doesn't say anything.
I continue to read, and don't look up.
6:13
When I finally tear my eyes away from the pages, he is gone. "Jerome?" I call without thinking. The wind is picking up, and a piece of my blond hair flies into my face. "Ach," I mumble, and as I pull it away, my mother's car pulls up.
I keep my eyes on the spot where Jerome and I sat as our car drives away.
YOU ARE READING
Jerome & Harleen
Fanfiction_Harleen Quinzel was a high schooler - shy and slightly nerdy. Though her life wasn't quite normal in the city of Gotham, everything was turned COMPLETELY upside down when she discovered an eighteen year old criminal named Jerome Valeska - or rather...
