Jerome Valeska Imagines

Crazy²

Their love was forbidden, by laws of nature of course. It was prey and predator, light and dark, black and white, yin and yang, good and bad.

That's not how it went for them though. No, for them it was much different. It was a fuzzy, cool, grey that gave them a calming feeling in their hearts.

She was an officer at the GCPD. Highly respected by her peers. He was a murderer, a criminal, sought to be brought down. Either feared or looked-down upon.

It had started a week after she started her job, writing down the paperwork and recording interrogation sessions. He'd been taken in for questioning when she had to sit behind the mirror and watch to make sure the camera recorded. Harvey was standing in front of the glass with his arms crossed, a frown ever so present on his face.

"You should smile more, Harvey. It takes more muscles to frown than to smile," she told. He turned and looked at her blankly before she shrunk back into her seat. He turned back and watched.

His name was Jerome Valeska. He was being accused of killing his mother- no, he just admitted it. She was watching curiously behind the camera and watched him in awe. He was rather good looking.

Soon she wasn't paying attention to what he was saying, rather, watching his movements and the way his eyes shone, the way he smiled. And how his eyes crinkled.

He burst out laughing and she couldn't help herself from giggling as well. She kept this up as long as he had and when she's finally calmed down she noticed Harvey staring at her.

"Shouldn't you be writing what he says as evidence for when this goes to trial?!" He asked rather angrily. She sat straighter and grabbed a pencil and wrote what he'd been saying.

When he was escorted away she followed behind James and Harvey quietly, taking in his every detail. If he was going to Arkham she probably wouldn't see him for a while so she wanted to remember everything about him.

When Harvey threw him in the cell nearest the Captains office, she stood at the barred door. He turned to her.

"What are you looking at, Sweet cheeks?" He said rather harshly. She'd realized she was staring and took a quivering breath before,

"I was watching you, while you were interrogated. Not in a weird way- well, I guess in a weird way. But, I noticed you're very funny. I like funny. It's cheerful, and uplifting," she said. He'd walked closer.

"Yes! You're exactly right! Finally," he told with a wave of his hands, "someone that gets me!" She smiled. "What's your name?" He asked.

"(Y/n)," she said softly. He grinned.

"Lovely. Now, (Y/n), I assume I intrigue you for some rather strange reason, but nonetheless I'm willing to make a new acquaintance." He sat on the small cot in the cell and looked at her. She stood quietly. "Well, do tell me about yourself!" He told. "Pull up a chair! Give me a life story! Tell me something! Anything!"

She grabbed a chair from a desk nearby and sat down.

"Where to start.. Well, when I was six, my father told me never to dream or have any sort of fantasy about where I'd go in life because I'd never amount to anything," she looked up at him from her hands to see his brows furrowed. "That was too much. I'm so sorry-"

"No. No it's good to know. Tell me more."

"Well, he was kind of an abusive person to my mother and I, so we lived under his rule of thumb until he got so drunk the cops had to take him away and when they saw my mother and I.. Well, he hasn't come out yet. Um, I had, had a friend in middle school -my bestest friend ever, but they seemed to have disappeared from the face of the earth. When I was in my.. Sophomore year, I think it was, I was with my date to the homecoming dance when he and his gross friends ganged up on me and that whole scene didn't play out too well," she began telling him all the details of her life as he listened patiently. She'd spilled everything about the horrid childhood she's had and soon they had started laughing and joking about.