A Zinger In The End (Jerome Valeska x Reader)

A Zinger In The End

You start the car and pull out of the GCPD lot slowly, carefully eyeing the psychopathic teen in the back seat through the rearview mirror. He still has that menacing smirk on his face, as if he's completely unfazed by the fact that he's busted.

Jerome is handcuffed - arms behind his back, watching you watch him in the mirror and running his tongue over his teeth, seductively.

You can't believe how excited you feel by this. You're a detective for Christ's sake. You're not supposed to be sexually attracted to perps. Especially murderers.

When detective Gordon, asked you to drive the boy to the county jail, you were actually happy. Thrilled even. How can you be having these irrational thoughts? The kid chopped up his mommy with a hatchet and played the police like a fiddle - putting on his innocent act. He had everyone fooled. Even you. And now, it's your job to get him to lockup where he'll be transferred to Arkham, and you're having dirty thoughts.

You hate yourself for this, but you can't help it. He's so beautiful. That porcelain skin and green eyes. The fiery red hair and jawline that can cut glass. The kid looks like he was chiseled out of stone. But the thing that gets you the most is that grin - that devilish grin. God, it makes you crazy. Your eyes avert to the road ahead, trying your best, to just not look at him.

"You laughed." A gravelly voice growls out from behind you, making you look over your shoulder at the smirking teen.

"When I said, my mother got me with a zinger in the end, I saw you snort and clear your throat. Why?" He glares at you, eyes wide.

You press the brake, stopping at the red light and look back at him through the mirror. "I don't know what you're talking about." You lie through your teeth.

His lips curl up into a grin and he chuckles lightly. "Oh come on detective. You can tell me." He shifts in his seat. "I'm about to get locked up for the rest of my life. Indulge me."

Something about the way, the murderous teen, looks at you, makes you want to tell him. You peer back at him through squinted eyes.

"Come on detective. What was going through your pretty little head, in that interrogation room? Huh? You seemed awfully intrigued by me."

You can't help but smirk just a tad and of course the teen takes notice. The light turns green and you start to drive and make a quick right turn down an alleyway - a shortcut, detective Gordon taught you. The sooner you get this kid out of your sights, the better for everyone.

"Detectiiivvve?" He growls, long and drawn out - seductive even.

You hit the brake and put the car in park for a moment, placing your arm over the back of your seat as you turn to look at your passenger. "What's it to you?

Jerome shrugs, flashing you that grin of his. "I'm a curios guy."

You squint your eyes at him, beginning to smirk yourself. What the hell…life is short. "I was thinking.. I wish you'd give me a zinger in the end." You confess, chuckling at your own words.

He looks at you sideways, in disbelief, before that creepy grin, slowly reappears. "Oh, ho, detective Y/N. You're bad." Jerome beams with delight. "Why don't you come back here with me and I'll give you a zinger your end will never forget."

Your mouth falls open as a scoff leaves your lips. "What did you just say?" You chuckle.

"You heard me." Jerome replies, licking his lips.

"I don't think so, honey." You turn back around and attempt to turn the key.

"Why not, detective Y/N?"