Jerome Valeska One Shots

Psychology Report

writer ; jeromevaleska on ao3

The decrepit bus trudged along the gravelly road causing your pen to judder across the page as you wrote notes in your notebook, humming along to some music playing through your earphones. You were a criminal psychology student and you loved the course. You had always found psychology interesting and decided to pursue criminal psychology as the idea of evaluating criminals and what went in their heads fascinated you. Working on different topics on every type of criminal you could imagine was exhilarating. You were never bored and the course just constantly kept you on your toes. Your professor mentioned a week before from today that they would be taking a trip to a mental hospital to evaluate one of the patients, something that you were almost overjoyed about because then you would be able to learn a great deal. You never had any hands on experience with an actual criminal, you never interviewed any but now you were and you couldn't wait. Your professor said that everyone would then present their evaluations to the class next week.

You sat on the bus racking your brain trying to think of good questions to ask this person, you vaguely recalled that his name was Arnold Dobkins. Though, you found it difficult to get past one question, because now that it was coming down to it you weren't sure what would be the right ones to ask. You hoped that you could somehow make a conversation with the person and that would give you enough information for your presentation.

You finished up with your notes, and you got off at the next stop, beginning to walk the short distance to the mental institution you would be studying an inmate at: Arkham Asylum. You were a little tense, to say the least, now that you were finally here, because this place had a reputation for its criminally insane patients.

When you walked through the door of the institution, the first thing you noticed was the loud chattering and roaring of the inmates there. Several of them were clutching onto the bars of their cells, shaking them rapidly as they screeched nonsense, their fingers reaching out through the spaces, trying to grab at you but you kept your distance as far as you could.

Your eyes wandered to the two-way glass, catching sight of a certain red head that you heard all about on the news, who was known for matricide. He was staring at the wall opposite of him but then turned his head to look at you. There was a mischievous glint in his eyes when he spotted you, and you immediately recognized that devious grin in his mugshot that you saw on the news.

For some odd reason he waved at you, his grin only widening when you waved back awkwardly. You didn't even know why you acknowledged him, you should have ignored it.

A friendly female doctor came up to you and your classmates, briefly introducing herself as Doctor Thompkins. She reassured everyone that these inmates were safe to talk to and that they shouldn't be worried. Though, that didn't seem to help anyone. You were shaking a little in your boots as the loud screeches pierced your ears, wondering how the doctors here could ever get used to a place like this. She talked a little about all of the patients, mentioning what angered them and what they liked to talk about and what not to do.

"They are all under surveillance constantly, handcuffed, strapped down, the works. Don't worry, we will be watching and monitoring the situation, so they can't hurt you," she reassured with a tender smile that only made you feel better for about a split second. "So should we begin?"

You had to wait your turn because there was only many students they could watch at a time. Though, most of the time a student came out, they were ashen-faced. They had only been in there for a short while, with every petrified looking student that came out of the room, you became more and more tense, your skin prickling as anxiety crept its way in nearly every fiber of your being. You were next in line, and you could feel and hear your heart pounding in your chest, but since you were here already you didn't want to turn back and leave because that would only make you look like a coward.