The Dirty Underground [Jerome Valeska] (sequel to YDMC)

6

After a morning of shopping, Rumer took Jack to Oswald's. "Ossie?" She called, peeking her head through the front door. As soon as he heard the nickname, Penguin stood and hobbled in her direction, Rumer meeting him halfway with a hug, "Always a pleasure to have you." He said after releasing her.

Rumer smiled, "Trust me Oswald. The pleasure is all mine. Ooh! I brought a friend with me! I've told him all about you." Penguin smiled bashfully, happy that Rumer thought highly enough of him to tell someone all about him.

Penguin looked behind Rumer and saw the shy looking man she had along with her. His spirits really lifted when he saw no Jerome in sight. "I'm guessing you got rid of that infuriation, Valeska? I knew it wouldn't be long before you tore him to happy little shreds."

Rumer furrowed her eyebrows, "No, Jerome is just bein a bit of a jerk. This is a good friend of mine, Jack. I promised him I'd bring him to meet you." Rumer paced throughout the room as Jack and Penguin made their introductions, then it hit her. She had a plan, a bloody good one.

"Uh, Oswald? You think you could call your tailor? I need to get Jack a couple suits."

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Rumer took Jack to the cemetery for a picnic, as promised. She told him about her plan, how he would definitely have to be involved a lot. He was just happy that he got to be involved.

So Rumer took him to a tailor, got his sizes and got him some of the nicest suits in Gotham's entirety. A trip to the barber, a couple of pep talks and brand new shoes, and he was ready to go.

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"Jerome?" Rumer called as she walked into the apartment. "In here!" Jerome yelled back from their room, not wanting to move yet. Rumer took her shoes and socks off before making her way to him, "Babe. I think I have a plan."

Jerome sat up from his reclining position on the bed when she said this. He smiled that smile of his, eyebrows furrowed a bit, "Can we kill Jack?" He said excitedly. Rumer smirked a bit, knowing she'd have to convince him a bit... or a lot.

She joined Jerome on the bed, straddling his legs, "Well... not exactly." She said, winding her arms around his neck. Jerome squinted, his voice dropping and Rumer could feel the growl in his voice on her belly, "Are you expecting me to work with him? Because I swear, I will chop him up and dangle the damn pieces over our bed for you to enjoy if you need him around that badly."

Rumer tsked Jerome, kissing him, "No. My idea...was a...bit...different." She said between kisses. "What exactly is this grand plan, huh? Cause it's feeling like you're tryin to seduce me here baby." Jerome gripped a hand around her throat, completely fed up with her loyalty to Jack, when she knew good and well he hated the little jerk-off.

Eyes wide in shock, Rumer jutted her hand out and into Jerome's throat, making him release her and fall back down onto the bed. This gave Rumer a chance to snatch her hair rag from her pillow and bind Jerome's hands to the bedpost tightly.

She leaned down, in his face, her voice gravelly now, "I'm gonna talk, and you're gonna listen, got that Kid?" Jerome smiled, "Wouldn't want it any other way, Sweetness." Rumer snorted, "Now, do you remember when Oswald tried sending Butch to Galavan as an inside man?"

Jerome nodded, "Yeah. I think the codeword in that little story there is tried. You neglected to mention how he also failed." Rumer dug her nails into Jerome's chest, silencing him. "That's because they weren't believable enough."

"Chopping a hand off is going pretty far, but to insist on a puppet man's disloyalty, was just idiotic though. Us though, we have something that could convince Barbara. Heck, I'm sure it'll even convince you, Kid."

"What?" Jerome asked, now genuinely curious. Rumer smiled maliciously and whispered in his ear, "Baby, we have jealousy."

Just as Rumer said it, Jack stepped in the doorway, dressed like a billionaire and looking bold and confident. "Baby girl, I think that's enough with the clown." He said, his voice no longer shaky and afraid, but smooth and deep.

Jerome was livid. He squirmed in his bondages and under Rumer's body, trying everything to get to Jack. Seeing that he wouldn't be moving without Rumer's consent, Jerome growled at the man in the doorway, the stranger in his home, then looked at Rumer, "Damn it, Rumer, NO! What part of 'I don't want him involved or near you' don't you understand?! Because this dumb plan is violating both of those rules!"

Sticking her fingers in his mouth, Rumer pulled at Jerome's tongue, nails extracting blood, "I don't take rules, baby. This isn't up for debate. We're doing this, and seeing it through, got it?" Jerome nodded, blood trickling into his throat.

Rumer smiled at this, releasing his muscle, "Oh, and Jerome? The next time you choke me, I'm cutting your manhood off and hanging it over the bed as a constant reminder of why you should treat ladies better." Rumer kissed Jerome quickly then and untied his restraints, "Now, let's eat shall we? Jack and I have had a long day."