Fall (Jerome Valeska)- Gotham Fanfiction

Chapter Nine: Welcome to the Madhouse

Chapter Nine: Welcome to the Madhouse

*Alyssa*

I exit the mansion quickly letting everyone who once followed Zeus stare at me. I hear footsteps behind me and I know it is Jerome. I walk towards the garage of the house and put in the code to the door and watch as the door opens. I start to wonder in the garage and the automatic lights flicker on and the room is filled with light. I smile as I look forward and see my favorite black jeep grand cherokee amongst all of the other cars which had not been sold. This made me wonder why Craig didn't sell all of these cars. But I came back for my favorite. 

"Woah..." I look over my shoulder and see Jerome looking at all of the cars in amazement. I smile and shake my head walking over to the jeep and running my hand across the bonnet.

"My parent's left me the cars in their will, I always wondered why Craig had never sold them or got rid of them. I presume Maxie bought them, though." I told Jerome. I walk over to a small safe that is on the other side of the room and enter another pin. When I hear a click, I open the vault door and take out the jeep's keys and shut the door. 

"These are your cars?" Jerome asks in shock. I nod my head and unlock the jeep before jumping into the driver's seat. Jerome gets in the passenger seat in the front and I place the keys into the engine. 

"Yes, the mansion was my parent's house before they died. They left me and my brother the house but my mother always wanted me to have the cars they opened since my brother should have taken the company. He didn't as you can tell, my uncle is running it at the moment." I explain and turn the car on and drive off away from the haunted house. 

"Wait, that was your parent's house?... But that means you are a billionaire... How? Why? Why would you result to murder when you can have the lifestyle most people dream of?" Jerome questions me curiously. I shake my head and sigh looking ahead driving onto the road. 

"There is a lot you don't know about me Jerome and that curiosity is going to be the death of you someday," I tell him sternly focussing on the road. I hear Jerome sigh and feel him staring at me intensely. 

"And there's a lot you don't know about me. I have always dreamed of being rich and being able to do whatever I want and not to live in poverty. I would have given up anything to leave the circus and have the lifestyle you do." He tells me putting his feet up on the dashboard. I push his feet down and scowl at him. I sigh and close my eyes for a brief second remembering the day I and Craig got taken back home.

*Flashback: Six year's ago*

I am sat down on a bench in the GCPD after meeting Maxie and returning back here. Craig walks into the room I am in and he looks angry. He walks over to me and grabs me by the collar. 

"Where have you been?!" He asks me furiously. I push him away from me with all of my strength and watch as he stumbles back. I look Craig in the eye and stand up facing him. 

"That's none of your business! I left to get some fresh air because I think I needed some Craig, you know, after watching my parents being murdered in front of my own eyes by my own br-" Craig rushes over to me and puts his hand over my mouth. I try to talk but all that comes out are muffled words. 

"Shut up Ally! You don't want the cops hearing you if they find out I'll be put in prison and tested on. I will then when I am eighteen, be put in Arkham, so don't you dare say a word." Craig threatens me. I shake my head and shove him away from me and look at him with teary eyes. 

"Why?... Why did they have to die? Mom was working something out, she was sorting things out with Dad. They didn't have to die Craig." I cry out falling to my knees putting my head in my hands. I feel a pair of arms wrap around me and I feel Craig pull my hands away from my head to make me face him. I didn't make eye contact with him, I just stare at the floor. Craig tilts my chin up and makes me look at him. He grazes his thumb across my face wiping away my tears.