Agent of Chaos: Jerome Valeska Imagines/One-shots

Sorely Mistaken

Every muscle in my body felt stiff and ached at the slightest movement. With a splitting headache and dry blood caked forehead that itched something fierce, I craned my head up, groaning softly in the process. It came to no surprise that my wrists were bound behind me, crossing over the back of the creaking wooden chair my ankles were currently strapped to. Lights flickered overhead as I blinked away my blurry surroundings, trying to get a feel of my surroundings. A chill breeze blew through the cracks of the empty spacious cargo room, bringing along the scent of the salty ocean. The docks. Soon, the sound of clogging expensive polished leather shoes echoed off the metal walls as a confident suited man made his presence known.

"Who might you be hmm?? One of Maroni's men I presume." I questioned, no doubt knowing he was a member of one of Gotham's well known mafia family. The tall tan man with the black gelled back hair said not a word as he looked down on me with a none-to-happy look on his face. "What'd I do this time? Oh let me guess! I bet this has something to do with that bakery I helped blow up! You know, that one off of Main Street with the lovely flower shop next door?" His eyes darkened and lips curled downwards in a tight line. Bingo. "That was part of Maroni's territory wasn't it." I smirked. "Whose family member did I kill this time?" My head rang and pounded tenfold the millisecond he struck me, my vision loosing me once again. With a light shake of the head everything became clear. Was I fazed? Not at all. My smile only grew until it morphed into a heartfelt giggle.

"You have no idea what kind of enemies you've made lady."

"Oh no I think I do." I quickly cut him off before he could continue. "I just don't care. By the way, you never answered my question. Who was blown to bits?" His nostrils flared as he took a heavy breath out.

"Maroni's grandmother." He answered through clenched teeth. My eyes widened in shock.

"She's still alive?!? Well...not anymore obviously...but still! Got some good genes in that family I guess." I shrugged my shoulders.

"He'll have you slowly gutted alive!" The man shouted with a grin. "Grind up your organs and feed them to the sharks. You'll be nothing but a blood stain once he's through with you." My chest heaved as I broke into a fit of laughter. "I don't see what could possibly be so funny." He growled, a blade pressed firmly to the skin on my sensitive neck yet I only continued to laugh away.

"Of course you don't. You're probably one of the most insanely dumbest person on the face of the earth right now." He hand never wavered from my neck but the corner of his eye twitched out of irritation and curiosity. "You're lucky you've got me tied up. I can more than comfortably take you out but right now I'm the least of your worries. Kidnapping me?? Heh, you have no idea what you've just done, the enemy you have made but I guess you'll get to find soon that it'll be you feeding the fishes." The blade broke skin as I felt the warmth of blood trickle down my neck. I smirked. "You're only making it worse on yourself." I said with confidence.

"I could end you right here, right now. All it takes is a quick flick of the wrist and you'll be chocking on your own blood."

"If you're trying to scare me it won't work. Cause Mister I've seen scary, and you don't have his smile." A small explosion rang off, the metal door from which the mafia man appeared from flew off its hinges. Through the smoke and embers emerged the ever so charismatic maniac I have known and loved, Jerome, with revolver in hand.

"Sorry I'm a little late to the party. You wouldn't believe the traffic but nothing a few gallons of gasoline and a match can't fix." Jerome smiled, gun raised at mafia man who – let's be honest – was pointless to learn his name at this point.

"Did you bring any appetizers?" I asked, peeking over the shoulder of the stunned thug. Jerome's hand slacked slightly as realization crossed his features.

"Well damn, I must have forgotten. Oh well! We'll just pick up some Chinese on the way home dollface."

"Weeeee!!" I cheered, almost causing the chair to fall over.

"So where was I?" Jerome wondered out loud before tightening his arm, aim locked back on the thug. "Oh yeah." Jerome made his way towards us, intimidatingly and lips stretching with every step. "Think you could just snatch my girl up and get away with it scot-free? You sir, are sorely mistaken." The thug fell back on his ass, the knife clinging to the ground as his shaky hands were unable to handle it. "Now here's the thing, I was going to be a nice guy and just end you're miserable life quickly. A simple shot to the head. But not. Not. Anymore. And you want to know why?" The thug shook his head rapidly. A chuckle sung under my breath as I tried to hold it in. "Too bad I'm telling you anyway!" Jerome walked behind me and with his free hand, used the fallen knife to cut the ropes which bound me. "You see my ever so lovely lady here?" Jerome helped me up, wrapping his arm around my waist. "She's dear to me, my better half, and you've managed to damage her. That changes everything."

"And you think killing me will stop Maroni? Then you're the one who is sorely mistaken. What you two have done can never be forgotten, or forgiven. He'll just send more men after you. Killing me will do absolutely nothing." He tried to sound confident but the shakiness in his voice gave it away. He was scared shitless and boy was it amusing.

"You're probably right." Jerome said, holding the gun inches from his chest. "But it'll make me feel better." Jerome pulled the trigger and a flag reading 'Bang!' popped out. Jerome and I broke out laughing; the thug nearly wetting himself as he clenched his eyes shut tight. "I'm sorry I just couldn't help myself. The look on your face! Priceless! Anyway..." Jerome pulled the trigger once again. The flag shot out, piercing the man in the throat. The thug gasped as he struggled to breath. "Where should we begin???"