CAMERON MONAGHAN IMAGINES

Poppy. |pt. 4| (Jerome)

"Will you pack a little faster??!" Jerome doesn't give you a chance and rips the clothing from your clutch, shoving it in your overstuffed suitcase.

He's had extra clothing for you this whole time? You're wearing dirty underwear!

"I'll be back. Get the bag under the bed and get FULLY dressed in everything in there." Jerome frantically says before leaving the master bedroom.

You slide the brown, aged briefcase out and unclip the hinges. You examine the insides.

There's a dark green, thin hoodie, along with a bandana. Light blue, washed out ripped jeans lay inside as well. There also a set of makeup and a long blonde wig.the quality of it suggests it's stitched with human hair. The outfit is topped off with a pair of black stilettos, giving you 5 extra inches to your height.

You get yourself clothed in the bathroom, looking like some mixture of overdressed and underdressed. Like you couldn't decide whether you wanted to be lazy or sexy this morning.

You put your hair in a bun and hair net before starting your makeup.

What's Jerome up to?

You smear the black smokey eyeshadow across your lids and pile on the copious amounts of fake eyelashes. Next is the lipstick. The bullet is a midnight shade of blue, almost appearing black. Your set of pigments also required a contour pallette. This said "Tabitha" probably set it all up. Hopefully she bought a good wig instead of scalping a poor girl. The thought gives you goosebumps.

You adjust the wig on your head and tie the bandana on your neck.

Pulling the hood up, you look like some goth Sith Lord.

After your new identity is complete, your stomach sinks. You WANT to be noticed. Someone recognizing you is the best case scenario.

Jerome forgot about the baby blue ace bandages coating your wrists and hand area. Maybe someone will spot it if they watched the news.

"GCPD. OPEN UP." A heart stopping pounding makes you stumble back from the mirror.

Footsteps echo closer to you. "Up the roof. Now. They've got the stairs."

Stunned, you stay in place. This could be your savior. You'd see you family again.

"Let's go!!" Jerome whisper-yells. He angrily grips your shoulder blade, forcing you out of the bathroom. "Put the bandana on your face."

You do as instructed and fetch your suitcase from the bed.

"WE'RE COMING IN!" The Jim Gordon's heroic voice channels through the wooden threshold to liberation. Your muscles slow. Your family could ACTUALLY see you again. By tonight you would be lounging by the fire, sipping hot chocolate, watching over Jerome's crazy display of affection and maniacal laugh on the news.

"You're going too slow." That sentence was shockingly tense. The syllables were stressed, making him resemble a barking dog.

He gives you no spare time to pick up the pace. Massive arms swoop under your thighs, flying you off your feet. He releases his hand, relying on your grip around his neck to keep you up. He snatches his own case from the bed.

Just then, the front door flies open, banging on the wall behind it.

Jerome jogs to the window next to the bed.

"What are you doing?" You whisper.

"We have to go out the window."

Fuck. No no no no no.