Jerome Valeska Imagines

Lay off, Valeska

You were eccentric to say the least. You were one of the most notorious villains of Gotham. You've murdered, stole, hell even handed out drugs for people. No matter what the GCPD did to keep you in Arkham, you always escaped without fail. No one knew how, but you did. After your most recent escape you hid. You didn't commit any crimes. You laid low. You went out with some of your goobs and partied at nearby clubs. You were very well known and talked about all the time.

But ever since that Valeska kid killed his mommy, escaped Arkham and burnt a bus of high school whores, you've been pushed out of everyone's mind. It pissed you off. All that work of criminality for nothing. Sure it was nice to have eyes not on watch for you, but you missed the spotlight. You missed the fear in people's eyes as you ordered drinks for you and your crew.

Little did you know, tonight you could get your name out there again.

You were in your favorite club, enjoying some drinks. You wore a favorite, (f/c), tight fitting dress and some heels. You were on the floor when you saw a ghostly white smile. You immediately knew it was him. You slyly walked to the table he was seated at and took a seat.

"Well, hi, gorgeous. I'm Jerome," he'd said with a smirk.

"Oh I know. You've been quite famous as of late." You said, grabbing his drink and sipping it. He looked at you in awe and adoration.

"Well, may I know your name?"

"(Y/n), (Y/n) (L/n)." He really gawked now.

"You're.. You're her? The she who always escapes from Arkham? You're hotter than I thought you'd be.."

"Yeah, well you're handsomer than I had figured you would look like, but alas," you said getting up and walking closer to his face, "I'm a little hurt you stole my thunder. Now if you don't mind I'd like to get a little vengeance." You said, pulling a small knife from your bra, that you always keep on hand for safety reasons. You lifted it to his neck slowly, building suspense until you heard the click of a gun. You dropped the knife to the floor.

"Get away from the boss, lady." A voice grunted.

"Alright, alright. I'm backing up. I'm backing up." You said slowly retreating so you were next to the man. "Doesn't mean I won't hurt you!" You said and in the blink of an eye you grabbed the mans arm and pinned it behind his back, then slammed his forehead on the table. Jerome looked at you in shock then smiled that evil smile of his. "Lay off the goons next time, Valeska. I like to be intimate with my boys alone. Less pressure to be sexy. He'll be up in a few hours, I only knocked him out. See you around J." You said, blew a kiss, winked and called for your goons then left. Leaving Jerome to sit and stare at you with a pleased smirk on his face. He liked you.

Hi! So this is my first imagine and I hope you liked it! I'll take any requests you have. Anyway have a good day/night