"What the hell?" You muttered. Your head pounded, and you had a crick in your neck as you lifted your head up to look around. You were upright and strapped in. Your arms and legs pinned to you by straps.
"You hair is messed up, doll." You heard the ginger say from beside you. You rolled your eyes and looked at him.
"Well at least all my hair stays in one place. Your the one walking around half the time with a unicorn horn." Jerome giggles at your remark. You noticed he was in the same predicament as you.
"What the hell is this place?" Greenwood asked blinking to steady his vision.
"It ain't Arkham anyhow, things are looking up," Jerome says sarcastically.
Just then, a tall man with dark hair, in a suit walks in followed by a dark skinned chick dressed in leather.
"Welcome everyone," he says. "My name is Theo Galavan, this is my sister Tabitha." The man, Theo, introduces. Whistles from the others and hoots errupted as she walked in.
"Oh please, she's not that pretty," you muttered.
Theo raises his hand to calm the inmates as he continues. "I understand, your feeling confused, scared, a little groggy, please relax," Theo begins to walk down the line of criminals. "Today is the start of a wonderful future for all of you...if you want it," He spoke. Jerome watched the man like a dog, easily entertained and intrigued. You just spaced out, thinking about the first things that pop into your head.
"Who are you?" Barbara Keen chirped from her spot at the end of the line. Theo turned to her.
"Now the question is, who are you?" He says. "The world," Theo extends two fingers and lifts your chin up to him so you'd pay attention. You jerked your head free.
"Careful, she bites," Jerome growls.
"The world, sees you as criminal lunatics," Theo turns to Barbara. "I see brilliance," then to Jerome, "Charisma," finally to you, "And power," you roll your eyes at him wanting nothing in his little game. You knew that it'd be all rainbows no butterflies, then he'd stab you in the back.
"Yes, exactly my man. Ouuu that is so spooky that is me to a T. These other bozos, uhh, but your singing my song." Jerome hums excitedly.
"Quiet Jerome!" You hear Sionis growl out. "Keep talking,"
"Imagine. A group of brilliant outlaws, like yourselves. Each selected for your unique ability, all working together as a team. Imagine. The energy, imagine the impact. Gotham would tremble before you."
"While that sounds fabulous, but I'm not a brilliant outlaw. I just have....issues." You say snidely.
"Well you have ferocity, beauty, and desire and that's enough." Theo says as he walks over to you. He stops in front of you and you look up at him.
"Come with me (Y/n), whatever you want in the world, it's yours." Theo says lifting your chin for the second time with his finger. Again, you snatch your head away.
"I bite," you growled. Jerome giggled.
"Theo! That's your name right Theo. Your getting way ahead of yourself here. First of all, keep your hands off her. And second, this whole magic team," Sionis pipes up as Theo moves closer to him dangerously.
"I gotta pass. I don't take orders." He says,
"Idiot," you muttered as Jerome watched intently.
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Cameron Monaghan - Imagines✔️
FanfictionJust a few short imagines that pop into my head during the day. Both Jerome/Cameron. For all audiences!! (Completed but I add to it every now and then)
