Jerome Valeska Imagines

Good Cop/ Bad Cop

Jerome was sitting at a table in his warehouse mapping out a scheme for next week when the doors burst open and dozens of the GCPD swarmed the place.

One girl stuck out to him. She had her (h/c) up in a ponytail, and her (e/c) eyes were narrowed and searching the building for others while Jerome glided over to her, on what felt like clouds, silently. He felt in complete and utter bliss while staring at her heavenly cheekbones and her adorable nose.

He sighed contently when he finally made it to her. He stepped a few feet closer, standing behind her, and sniffed her.

She smelled of daisies and strawberries. He loved every moment and went for another sniff, but was caught.

She quickly turned around and socked him in the face, knocking him down and out cold.
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He awoke in an interrogation room. Not his first time in one of those and most definitely not the last.

He rubbed his sore little nose and cracked it into place before shuddering and groaning. The door opened.

"Hello, Jerome. Nice seeing you here again."

"Well, I highly doubt you find our little.. Run-ins to be a pleasuring set of stimuli for your average work day," he paused, "Gordon." The detective looked at him and smirked slightly.

"Jerome, you know I love seeing every criminal, lowlife, drug addict in that very chair. Especially murdering freaks like you," he told. Jerome huffed with a slight chuckle.

"I may be a murderer, a criminal, a lowlife.. Possibly a drug addict, but I am not a freak!" He yelled, slamming his hand on the table.

"Why must you always hit our tables? You know it dents them," Gordon asked.

"Gets rid of anger. Let's me blow off steam. It helps. It really does," Jerome told lightly. "Try it sometime." Gordon cracked his knuckles.

"I might have to. Now tell me," he walked closer toward Jerome, "what were your plans for next week?"

"Ah! That's top secret, Gordo. Sorry."

"Tell me, Jerome." He shook his head. "Jerome. Answer me."

"No can do," he said. Gordon grabbed Jerome by his shirt and wound up his fist and was about to swing.

"That's enough James," a voice told. They both looked to the door. Gordon let go of Jerome.

"Sorry (Y/n).. I got a little.. Carried away.." Gordon told.

"I can see that, James. Now go file the report. I'll take care of him," she said. He nodded and loosened his tie a little before walking out. She closed the door behind him. "Valeska, right?" Jerome nodded and smiled. "Yes. You've murdered both your mother and father. Killed an array of our finest cops. Killed another murderer, who was a canibal, good for you. And I also noticed you're staring at my breasts." Jerome snapped to attention at the last sentence. He saw a look of annoyance on her face. He chuckled slightly.

"My apologies. You're just.. Very attractive," he told.

"Compliments aside, might you tell me what you were planning to do next week?" She asked.

"I'll tell you what I told Gordon, Hot stuff. It's top secret," he said, motioning his hands around on the table. She sighed, pushed her breasts out further and looked at him.

"What'll it take to get you to tell me? I know you have a price. Everyone does for valuable information," she said, getting up and walking around the table and sitting on his lap. His brows raised and his hands raised.

"If you're getting at what I think you're getting at.. Whew.. I think this could be a hell of a lot of fun!" He hoot and hollered. She smiled and nodded. His hands immediately went up her hips as his lips went to her neck. She bent her head back a little and let him go to town.

She saw herself in the two way mirror and immediately felt terrible. She was an excellent, top of the line cop that could take down anyone she tried to. She felt gross and used and dirty.

Jerome was still kissing her neck when he hit a soft spot and she let out a moan.

When she realized what she did she froze, Jerome did too. And though she couldn't see it, people behind the mirror did too.

Jerome slowly lifted his head from her neck and looked at her face. She slowly moved her head to look at him too.

At this point, something in her had sparked. She didn't know what happened, but something made her do something she'd normally regret.

She didn't mind that people in the room quietly stared and judged her for her actions, she just did what she felt like. And she felt like kissing him.

Jerome was surprised and a bit aroused to say the least. He enjoyed every minute of her lips on his. She pulled away, a wry smile on her lips.

"I feel that, Valeska." He smiled darkly and she stood. "They'll rush is in a minute if we don't leave now. God knows they can't work the door right." She pulled him along and led him through the back. When they got to the street they heard guns and stopped.

"Alright, (L/n). Hand him over," Gordon said.

"But he's done nothing wrong," she said lightly. He rolled his eyes.

"He's a killer!" He argued.

"But he's already been in Arkham. Don't you think he's served enough time?" She asked, walking to Gordon slowly and placing a hand on his arm. "Cmon, Gordy, let him go," she pleaded. Gordon sighed and looked anywhere but her. She forced him to look. "Do it for me?"

"Stand down," he said to the men around them. She smiled and kissed his cheek.

"Thanks, James. I owe you sometime," she said with a wink and motioned for Jerome to follow her as they stalked away slowly.