Jerome Valeska Imagines

Big Brother

"Yes, Jimmy, I know. I'll be careful, promise. Can I go now? I want to finish this movie before I pass out," you told. He sighed.

"Yeah, I got paperwork to do all night, so I won't be home, myself, until late," he told. "This stupid Valeska kid escaped Arkham and no one can find him; he's committing crimes all over the damn city, for Christ's sake!"  

"Come on, Jim-Jam, calm down. Listen, how about tomorrow I come over and make you a nice cup of our favorite hot chocolate?" You asked. He chuckled lightly.

"Yeah sure, (Y/n/n), I'd like that. Just like mom made right?"

"Of course. Anything to help out my big brother," you said with a smile. "Alright, I'm bored of this convo, I'm finishing my movie." You said a goodbye and hung up.

"What took you so long?" Your friend asked.

"Brother issues, Lil! He wouldn't shut up. Now let's party!" You exclaimed as you and your friend walked to the dance floor of the club.

You and your friend partied for a long while before you bumped into a very cute and handsome man. He had bright blue eyes and hair that was such a vibrant orange it didn't look natural.

"I'm Jerome," he said with a smile.

"(Y/n)!" You called back over the music. He smiled and offered you a drink. You gladly accepted and sat in a booth with him. You downed a shot, then a second, and a third, and a fourth until you'd hit your eleventh when your friend came up to you and said she'd needed an escort to the bathroom, to which you told Jerome to order you and him a beer.

You didn't have any other purpose in the bathroom than to hear her talk about some man she met with no hair, that was rather tall and muscular with a nice sense of humor and to hold her hair back.

When you got back to the booth, Jerome had already downed half his beer and you assumed yours was probably lukewarm by now.

"Sorry, she was vomiting up all the free drinks she'd just had," you explained as you took a sip of your beer that tasted a little funky. You brushed it off as it being weird because of its temperature.

"It's alright. I've had that happen to my friends before as well. Wanna dance after this beer?" He asked. You nodded with a smile and chugged your beer. "Guess you really want to dance," he chuckled. You nodded and he led you to the dance floor.

You and Jerome danced for a while before you started to feel dizzy. You also noticed fewer and fewer people around, but thought of it as people needing sleep. You felt kind of fuzzy, but not a drunk fuzzy.

You saw a man with giant hair, a man with slicked down hair, and a bald man holding guns and shooting them rapidly all over the club. You began to panic.

"Jerome," you gasped, everything becoming blurred, "we have to... We have to get out.. There are guys here.. With guns! Jerome come on, we gotta go!" He smiled. You began to see three of him, all of which were starting to spin. You blinked roughly and shook your head, hoping to clear it.

"See, (Y/n)," he started, "I don't think I have anything to worry about. Unlike you, unfortunately," he said with a fake frown. "I know your little secret, (Y/n/n). Your Jim's sister right?" You froze. "That's what I thought. See, we know he's in a pickle right now at his desk at the station with all the paperwork he's gotta do because, well, we made it for him." He laughed a high pitch giggle and you felt yourself becoming numb. "Let's just hope Jimmy-boy isn't too busy to save his little sister," Jerome told as he picked you up and threw you over his shoulder while you passed out.