To The Moon And Back... (Gotham Oneshots)

The Clown Queen Of Crime (Jerome Valeska)

AN/I don't own any of the Gotham Characters or settings. I'm purely writing this because of my love for the characters.

Click. My handcuffs were unlocked at the door of the common room, or the collection of whatever salvageable seating they could keep from the old building thrown in a locked room. It was obligatory that everyday I had to shuffle down to this room so I could 'form healthy friendships' for my supposed rehabilitation into society. I usually just sat down on a cold metal chair in the corner and watched the same hopeful crazies talk about their hopes for when they got out. I knew what they didn't. Nobody will ever leave this place. That's why they brush us under the carpet and keep us hidden.

Just as I sat down in my chair, a tall, slim boy with bright orange hair appeared in front of me, sporting a crazy grin and sea blue eyes that pierce through my skin with just a look. "Hey gorgeous, I'm Jerome" he said, smoothly slipping onto the seat opposite me. I leaned back into my chair and took in the character before me. Eager and evil. Must be new. After a few months here you slowly grind to a halt. That's what happened to me. I used to be young once. I had a fiery heart and a hunger for chaos.

Talking to Jerome relit my flame. Everyday, instead of wallowing in my own self pity in the corner, we talked. Everyday, his crazy grin made me crazy for him. I was falling for him, and fast.

//Sorry it was a short one but I just wanted to get going with this series. Hope you enjoyed it! Xoxo Liv