his harley quinn [jerome valeska]

I

I - So this is Norman Bates Jr?

Curtis Cade was the kid that got away with stealing cookies from the cookie jar.

The girl who would bite you if you got to close to her.

The young lady who cheated you out, killed you once she got what she wanted, a Heartbreaker.

She was all bite and no bark, she did things without warning, without hesitation, she didn't have to negotiate to get what she wanted.

That's why she knew to talk to this boy, she'd have to get herself into Arkham, again.

This wouldn't be the first time, there was countless times she's been in the facility, and each time, she escaped. The only one who can escape Arkham, ever.

So, naturally, all she had to do was walk up to the front gates, she was already wanted, so, there she was. In her tight, black and red pencil dress. Which, was no attire for an asylum, for normal people, but Curtis was far from.

The dress reached her mid thighs, a gold zipper through the middle, splitting one side black, and the other red. Her platinum blonde hair was krimped perfectly into large beach waves, and her makeup was far from subtle, but intense and abstract, alot like Gaga would wear.

Her heels matched the whole get up, corresponding with the other colors, one black and no one red, as shiny as the fabric that made her dress.

A choker with 'CC' in gold dangling from its middle wrapped it's way around her neck. Her circular black sunglasses hid her deminishing eyes, and as the guards came bursting out from the front doors, she smirked, her blood red, crimson lips etching a smile that was all to familiar to the Gotham citizens. One of a killer, with keen taste.

Curtis dressed, did her makeup in such ways, to express herself. She was a star in Gotham, but not the kind anyone admired, the kind they feared.

Curtis knew the guards wouldn't dare to make her change, and she was going to bust out anyways, so why dress casual for the occasion, she'd go to the club to celebrate soon after.

But now, she had a bone to pick.

This boy, mommy's boy, Jerome, was his name, had taken Gotham by storm. Just because it had been his mother that he killed.

Oh, but how Curtis would love to kill her own parents, if they wern't funding her and her sister the tremendous amounts of money they had.

The guards had wrapped their arms around Curtis' biceps and began to carry her inside, as she calmly waited, without struggling at all, it was god awful how she was used to this.

As expected, and planned, Curtis was tossed into the common room with the other inmates. Catching the attention of quite a few, as they knew her, a few of them owned up to her, well, by a few, that counted as all of them.

"Greenwood," Curt clicked her tongue, raising her arm and motioning a finger for him to come to her, without even giving him the slightest look.

The room went quiet.

"Well don't stare at me like I'm a stranger you whores, keep talkin', I don't wanna see your petty faces lookin' at mine," she grinned, as she felt Greenwood's presence near her, his heavy breathing crucial to giving him away.

She leaned sideways, as her eyes scanned the room but her finger waving indicated she wanted his full attention, she finally glanced at him, and whispered.

"So who's the mommy's boy," she stated, but at the same time she noticed the back of a boy's head she hadn't recognized before,"It's ginger over there, isn't it? Is that the little Norman Bates?"

Greenwood glanced, making contact with the back of Jerome's head, and noting his bright orange hair,"Jerome, ma'am, yes," he chuckled darkly, he enjoyed watching her do dark things to others, it wouldn't be the first time she killed someone in this place.

Only she wasn't here to kill, for once, she was here to talk, make amends. Threaten.

Her heels clanked against the floor as she slowly moved towards the boy known as Jerome, it was a pain stakingly slow walk to watch, and her face showed she meant business. She took the seat across the table from him, crossing her legs and locking her hands together as she rested them on the table, leaning forward slightly, being sure to keep their conversation, their conversation.

"So this is Norman Bates Jr? Eh?" Curt smirked.

Jerome's head slowly looked up, to meet her level as he mimicked her position, he cracked a smile.

"And just whom do I have the pleasure speaking with?" He said, in an annoyingly teasing tone, as he stared her down, every inch of her.

Curtis pulled off her glasses, folding them and hooking them on the hem of her dress,"The name's Curtis Cade, Mr.Bates, you might no me better as the Yandere Queen, Little Miss Yandere, all the other dank nicknames this city has to call me," she chuckled darkly, shaking her head.

"Oh!" Jerome cheered, clasping his hands together,"I knew our paths would cross one day, Miss Cade, I just knew," he laughed. "And that day, has finally come," he said, a bit, darker this time as his smile turned into an evil grin, nerve wrenching. "Hate to break it to ya', but I'm Jerome, I don't know who the hell this wanna be killer Norman Bates is," he sneered.

Curtis smirked,"Well, Jerome, it's one of my many nicknames I like to call you," she rolled her eyes.

"Mmmmm, what're the others?"

"Oh, let's see, how about fucktard, M'yes?"

Jerome stared at her for a long period of silence between them,"I get the hunch you're here to talk to me about something much more serious than nicknames Miss Cade," Jerome said, raising a brow.

"I'm afraid I do have a bone to pick with you," she chuckled. "You better lay low on this Momma murder stuff."

"Oh yeah? Why's that, jealous much?" He laughed hysterically.

Curtis' hands balled into fists as she slammed them onto the table, surprising him, catching his attention. "Look, mommy's boy, how about laying off on my spotlight, I mean not to hog or anything, but, Gotham doesn't need it's own Norman Bates Jr ya' know? I've got my work cut out for me as it is, so you, mommy's boy, stay out of my way, use the barrel of your gun as a pasifier, and let the real killer take charge here, M'kay? M'kay."

Jerome stopped, staring at her estonishment, the silence was crucial.

"Well, I must say I wasn't expecting you to be so, youthful, an, attractive," Jerome changed the subject.

"And I thought you were a fourty year old man who jacked off at the thought of killing his mama," Curtis smirked, rolling her eyes, leaning towards him so rhe it faces almost touched, but then bringing her lips to his ear so they scuffed the skin slightly, whispering,"Stay out of my spotlight Valeska, this city only has room for one killers name in shining lights," she grinned, before getting up.

She just walked away,"C'mon Greenwood, breakout time's in two minutes," she shouted, signaling him to come over.

"Till we meet again," Jerome whispered softly as she walked away, smirked before laughing his same, infamous laugh.