CAMERON MONAGHAN IMAGINES

Puddin'. (Jerome)

"Please, Jerome. Quit it." You pushed his hand away to be serious while waiting for the cops to arrive in the interrogation room. "We don't have a plan."

You both sat side-by-side in the stale space with a metal table, providing a resting place for your arms.

Jerome quit fumbling with his blue sweater and snapped his head to you. A sinister grin stretched across his face.

"We play the victim until someone rats us out." His voice was deep and monotone.

"Why would we do that?" You rolled your eyes.

You could see a laugh resting in the back of Jerome's throat. "So they never see it coming!" He bursted into a fit of cackling, banging the sides of his fists to the table.

"Jerome, I don't wanna go to Arkham."

Jerome tilts his head and leans into your ear. "Y/N, we did this crime together, we can find a way out of Arkham together." A small giggle released from his lungs, warming your ear.

He leaned back into his chair and smoothed his hair out. "How's this for innocent?" He made his eyes doe-like.

"Never better, Puddin'." You responded with a playful attitude while squeezing his cheek.

"What's the name for?" Jerome kept his innocent persona.

"If I'm gonna play the role, I might has well make a good name for you."

"The name's weird. Change it." He was assertive, which wasn't uncommon.

"No I like pudding."

"There's Sweetie, Honey, Darling. This needs to be believable." He let his head fall loosely to the side, looking at you.

"Nope. It's dickwad or Puddin'." You reached over and ruffled up his orange hair.

"Y/N. Watch it. I worked hard on that. Now get in character. They're coming soon." Jerome mirrored your attitude.

You crossed your legs and straightened your cardigan out. You couldn't wait to change into any other clothing but this. You ran your fingers down your braids to smooth out any loose hairs.

"Hey." You see Jerome staring at you from the corner of your eye.

"Hmm?"

"No matter if we're trapped in a nasty whore-house of an asylum, or traveling in a circus, we'll still make chaos." His voice was deep and confident. He almost sounded angry. "We'll show Gotham that there's nothing that will stop us from ruling this city. From cells, we'll still evoke fear in everyone." His voice spiked high in words like 'nothing' and 'everyone'.

"Sure Jerome. Locked away. But still murderers. Really going to happen." You said sarcastically, still only watching the braids you were continuously stroking.

Suddenly, you felt Jerome's large hands tug your jaw up and to the side. The rough pull out of trance was forgiven when your eyes spotted the sincerity in his face. "I mean it, Y/N." He pulled your face in his for a long kiss. Jerome began to release his lips when you leaned further in for more. This could be your last kiss for a long time. Your lips locked with his and your tongues swiping across one another's. You felt his tongue glide across your bottom lip. One of Jerome's hands lifted from your jaw and pressed against your thigh to support his weight.

The door swung open from behind you. "Hello Ms. L/N and Mr. Valeska!" The booming voice ripped your mouths apart and you took in you innocent character faster than the blink of an eye. You wiped your lips and glanced at Jerome without moving your head. He was smoothing his hair out.

Jerome plastered his doe face on. "Oh, I go by Puddin', according to my gorgeous girlfriend here."

You dropped concerns of being locked away and try to enjoy the ride. This should be fun.