So I was inspired by the song Jerome (go figure) by Zella Day and may I say Jesus Christ this song works so perfectly with everything I'm crying help me please it's just oh my god listen to it now. Sorry if this one is really long, but I hope this one will make up for the recent shitty ones I've posted *coughs*kylorenxreader*coughs*. Sorry 'bout that one guys :/ it was genuine shit. But ever since episode 12 season 3 of Gotham, I've been going crazy and I needed to do an Imagine for my Baby J :3. Also, some of the events that happen here are not canon, just what I think may happen, or, my rendition of the show if you will. Enjoy, and thank you for reading :) xx Also, this one part was so fucking log I had to break it up into multiple parts so make sure to keep an eye out for those ;)
P.S: I thought I was being so original with this one but I looked in the comments of the song and every fucking person was like "JEROME VALESKA" so yeah you'll probably see edits of it and shit soon lol but I'm not mad
Requested: No
Words: 7,908
Warnings: Angst, Fluff, Parental issues, murder, language, slight mention of abuse, slight sexual references.
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Jerome, age 15:
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My mother and I had just started traveling with Haly's Circus, and I wasn't too keen on it. I was 15 at the time, and I had been pulled away from the few friends I had and had been put into homeschooling, which was the last nail in the coffin for me finding anyone else again. My mom was a contortionist, and I didn't do anything fancy, I was just her daughter. I wasn't of any importance to the circus. Occasionally, I'd be the Ring Master's assistant when the regular girl was out sick or something. I didn't do that too often though, and I stayed away from it as much as I could. But the one time I did it, I noticed this one red-haired boy, around my age, watching me. I mean, when the spotlight was on me, everyone was, but even when I was sitting off to the side, being ignored by everyone else, his ultramarine eyes were still boring into me. After the performance, as I was walking back to the musty trailer I shared with my mother, I remember seeing a flash of crimson and then a hand was gently and non-threateningly placed on my shoulder. I jumped and turned to my future love, Jerome Valeska. He studied my face, now uncovered by the bejeweled masquerade masque.
"You're not Francine." He thought aloud, still taking in the details of my face.
"Francine, the Ring Master's assistant?" I asked him. He nodded. "She's out for a few days, I don't know why. I'm just filling in for her." I replied.
"Who are you? I don't recognize you." He said, his hand slipping off my shoulder and landing at his side.
