Jerome Valeska One Shots

Murder Buddies

writer ; jeromevaleska on ao3

She was fucking irresistible; with that contagious laugh, that wide, cheeky smile of hers. The way her eyes crinkled when she found something humorous, how she would purposely get too close to me that her body brushed against mine. I didn't understand why the fuck Theo recruited another inmate from Arkham Asylum when we already had enough members, I didn't need the distraction.

Crushes or whatever the fuck you wanted to call this was fucking stupid, and people like me didn't have time for trivial things such as this. These feelings were all so unfamiliar and not the kind of thing that was worth investing my time in so I tried to fight it. I acted like I was just flirting with her to merely kill time, I slept better at night convincing myself of that, but over time, it wasn't so easy to pretend.

The thought of her always seemed to creep up on me, unexpected and not always wanted. That's the kind of power she had on me, and I loathed it but at the same time I loved it because it was her.

I found myself spending far too much time telling her jokes and amusing her with my undeniable charisma, and she fancied my dark sense of humor, because hers was very similar which only made her all the more attractive. At first, I thought it was mere fascination from how she could take out almost anyone in the blink of an eye. She was quick-witted and didn't let anyone get in her way, which was right up my alley, I liked a girl who could handle herself.

It was quick to become something more though when we started wreaking havoc on the city together, she made one hell of a team member, and she actually respected me as the boss and listened to my orders. I was fucking tired of people acting like I was just a troubled boy with Mommy issues, but she didn't see me that way, and she never teased me once about why I was brought to Arkham Asylum like the others did. That alone made her special. Finally someone who wasn't underestimating what I could do. It was probably due to the fact that she was being underestimated just like me, people thought just because we were on the younger side, that meant we didn't know what we were doing but boy they could not have been more wrong.

We made a more than capable duo, and she continued to blow me away with what she could do. She had me under her spell, as much as I didn't want to admit that, it was true. There was so much more I wanted to learn about her, that addictive laugh just had me crawling back to her every time, it was merely enough to make me fall for her. I would stare at for far too long, watching the rumble of her chest as those sweet sounds came spilling out, it was like music to my ears.

She caught me almost every time, asking why I was looking at her kind of funny, acting as if she didn't know the reason. She always got a kick of watching me examining her, she knew I had it bad for her, and instead of giving me exactly what she knew I wanted, she denied me of it. It was so obvious that something was going on with us that even the lackeys of the Maniax knew there was a connection between us, and that was saying something because they were dumb as fuck. But she always made sure she repeated time and time again that we were just murder buddies, and nothing more. The title murder buddies was fine and dandy but I wanted much more than that.

She wasn't going to make it easy for me though. I think she liked the chase. At first, she would flirt back and compliment me, calling me pet names and telling me how I was by far the cutest-looking killer in all of Gotham, but then when she realized just how much I wanted her, she changed the game around and started acting as if she wasn't interested in me when I knew she was.

We were just murder buddies, but murder buddies didn't give each other lingering looks from across the room, or hold hands on occasion when we were firing at shitty, incompetent cops, or nearly brush lips after hiding away in alleyways so they wouldn't catch us. Her safety actually mattered to me, unlike the others, which was strange, because I wasn't supposed to give a fuck about any of these good-for-nothing shitheads, they were merely imbeciles who had to do my bidding, but not her, no not her.