Jerome Valeska Imagines

Can we keep him Pt. 2

You sat on the floor next to Arnold. He was nice. He had a shiny helmet type thing on his head.

There were multiple large boxes everywhere throughout the room.

"What does this do?" You asked, holding up an axe type thing, pointing to a button.

"I wouldn't touch it, (Y/n). Let me handle it in case you get hurt," Aaron said. You nodded and handed it to him. He set it against the wall.

"Ooh! Shiny!" Jerome said, picking up a katana and jabbing it out of its case(is that what it's called? Idk). Greenwood raced over and pulled it out by the handle and let out an awed laugh, leaving Jerome with the case. "Give that back," he said darkly, putting his hand out. You turned around, interested.

"I saw it first," Greenwood told, fake stabbing someone. Jerome dropped the case.

"No, you didn't," he grumbled. "I said give it back."

"Make me," he put the sword to Jerome's neck, "you little brat," Greenwood tested. Arnold "oohed." Jerome backed up towards you.

"Your samurai skills are excellent, Greenwood-san, but they are nothing compared to me," Jerome said, pulling a chainsaw up to his level. He started it and Greenwood nodded, amused. "Prepare to die!" Jerome yelled. Greenwood mocked the chainsaws noise and smiled. They clashed weapons.

"That's enough!" Theo yelled as he walked in.

"I tried to stop them!" Arnold said.

"Boys, we're a team," Theo said, putting his hands on their shoulders. "We don't fight amongst ourselves."

"Yeah we're a team, boys." You shot Arnold a look. Greenwood and Jerome glared at each other.

"And I'm the captain," Greenwood smirked. Jerome dropped the chainsaw.

"Captain of my foot," he spat.

"I've murdered a dozen women. Terrorized the city. What have you done? Chop up your mommy?" Greenwood taunted.

"Everybody has to start somewhere. See I have a vision," Jerome started to wheeze a little with each breath due to rage he kept inside for the moment. "An ambition and brains. You're just a nutty old cannibal. How many people can you eat before that shtick gets old?"

"I could eat one more," he threatened.

"I can see we're gonna have to resolve this one once and for all," Theo said. He grabbed a gun from his pocket and emptied the barrel. He grabbed one bullet. "You all know this game, right?" Jerome gasped with excitement.

"Oh, love it." He said blissfully. Theo loaded the gun and spun the barrel and held it between the two.

"Who wants to be the boss?" Jerome looked to Greenwood.

"Ladies first." Greenwood smiled and grabbed the gun. He cocked it, stuck it to his head and pulled the trigger. He smiled widely and put the tip on Jerome's chest. Jerome grabbed it, a content smile the whole time, and shook it. You got up and raced to him.

"Don't do anything stupid, will ya? I kinda want you alive," you told. He looked at you and smiled.

"I'll be fine, Princess." He put it in his hand normally and gave you a kiss. "Hey, Greenwood," he cocked the gun, "what's the secret to good comedy?" He put it to his head and smiled largely. Theo ducked. He pulled the trigger and you gripped onto his side and bicep, digging your head in his shoulder. "Timing," he said, smiling more. "And what's," he cocked the gun again, "courage?" Placing it upside down on his cheek. He pulled the trigger, nothing. "Grace under pressure." He cocked it again, "And!" He placed the gun under his chin, staring Greenwood down. "Who's the boss?" He pulled the trigger and Greenwood whimpered a little. "I'm the boss." He laughed darkly and put the gun to Greenwoods chest.

"I believe you are, Jerome." Theo took the gun away. "I believe you are." Jerome turned to Theo quickly.

"Arigato, sensei!" He said, putting his hands together. He turned to Greenwood and grabbed the katana. "Hoo! Hee!" He yelled. You grabbed the sword from him and he frowned. You jumped on him in a hug and kissed his face.

"Oh thank god you're okay."

"Did you honestly think I'd leave you here, Princess? Oh I'd never. I love you just a little too much to do that," he smiled, his eyes glazing over as he stared at you. You kissed him once more, the lips this time, and he made it rather heated. He dropped the katana to the floor and walked out, you in his arms, leaving Greenwood and everyone else groan.