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You threw your head back and laughed loudly. The three police officers try to stay stone faced but fail and flinch at your laugh. A smug grin plants itself on your face and you look at Gordan with a grin.
"C'mon Gordan, you know I wouldn't work for or with Jerome. I may be mad, but I am not stupid. He works with what's his name and those two chicks. They are basically the definition of 'don't mess with us.'" You say in a bored yet sarcastic tone.
Gordan frowns and shakes his head. Both of you knew that you were lying, but you wouldn't rat out the Jerome Valeska. It would be practically suicide.
"C'mon Jim, lets strike a deal." You start while shifting in your chair slightly. "You let me go, and I take you with me. You can become my personal Harley." you say giggling like a mad man.
Officer Gordan shakes his head and sighs heavily.
"Y/N, I really wish it didn't have to be this way." he says with a little pity in his voice.
You snarl and glare at him fiercely. The hairs stick up at the back of your neck as you feel your disgust overwhelm you.
"I don't need your pity. Save it for the pigs. I've made my choices." You bite. You had obvious anger issues, but what really set you off was the pity. Something about it just irked you to no end.
"What do we do with her?" an officer whispers to Gordan.
"You know I can hear you toots." you say in an annoyed tone. One of your more dominate villain traits was your ability to hear almost anything. Doctors gone wrong with your hearing aids. Being once deaf made listening so much fun.
"Put her in the Arkham Asylum." Gordan replies lowly. You raise a single eyebrow as the men slowly make their way towards you.
"Lay one hand on me and I promise you that you'll be spoon fed the rest of your short life." you say in a sharp tone. The men pause momentarily and glance back at Gordan with a sliver of fear.
"She's all bark and no bite boys." Jim reassures them. They nod and roughly grab your arms. Smirking, you shake your head and sigh.
"I warned you." You mutter.
You quickly unlock the handcuffs that held your wrists and broke free. It was impossibly easy to pickpocket these idiots. In the blink of an eye, you jab the ends of the hand cuffs into one of the officers's neck and grabbed the others neck with your hands. Your eyes flashed with glee and blood lust. You feel his skin tear and neck pop under your fingers. Gordan comes up behind you and grab you by the waist.
"Y/N! Let go of him! Now!" Gordan yelled in your ear. He does his best to yank you away without success. Satisfied with your work, you released the already dead man and he falls to the ground with a thump.
Gordan slams you against the wall and quickly handcuffs you yet again. You knew he knew you would kill those men. Why he let you, you have not the slightest inkling of an idea.
"Last chance officer." You breath out as you are shoved out the door.
Gordan ignores you and three other men quickly come and surround you as they escort you to the bus. You catch the eye of someone you knew was named Edward and give him a wink. He blushes and looks away, but not before you see something flicker in his eyes.
You laugh incredulously, these morons have no idea. You also had this thing that you could sense about people. And it was obvious to you that this Edward was no ordinary man.
You are pulled out of your thoughts as you are pushed in your seat on the bus. Rolling your eyes, you sit down with a huff.
"Jeez gentlemen, don't need to be so rough with a lady/gentleman."
One guard scoffs and shakes his head
"You are no lady/gentleman." He mutters under his breath, which you choose to ignore. The ride to the Asylum was so boring, once you arrived, men with guns got you to where you needed to be.
The doctors put you in your straight jacket and left you in your white room. You see the camera in the high corner turn towards you.
"It could have been us Jim." You say directly to it. You didn't harbor any feelings for the man, but he seemed smarter than the rest of the so called officers who ran Gotham's police force. He could have been a possible help.
On the other side of the screen, Gordan clenches his jaw and crosses his arms. No matter what, he had to do his best to make you come to your senses.
A few weeks pass, and well, nothing really happened. Of course, until the riot broke out.
You push pass burly men and flying fists. You even get hit a few times, but each time you stopped just long enough to make that person miserable.
A loud boom is heard and the facilty shakes. A familar voice sounds over the speakers a long with a few laughs.
"Hello? Is this thing working?" Jerome says with such enthusiasm.
"Y/N, darling, have you missed me?" He says over the speaker. You laugh with joy and run to the nearest exit. You push it open to reveal a panicked but composed Gordan, hand on his revolver.
With a smirk, you walk leisurely by him as he does nothing to stop you.
"Please, Y/N. Don't do this." Gordan whispers. You cringe as you hear that god awful pity in his voice again.
You stop in your tracks and clench your fists. With out turning to face him, you speak.
"No! Gordan, give it up! I am not changing. I am never going to change. So why don't you go chase your tail for a few more months? This is a waste of my time." You say loudly.
With more frustration than before, you continue to walk forward. Suddenly ginger comes from a door that you didn't even see. You don't know how he does that. You swear, he just pops up.
"Awe, my little Y/N seems flustered. Shall we go?" Jerome asks while approaching you. You nod and smile.
"Yes, let's go. I am bored." You reply.
Jerome nods and grabs your elbow. He hauls you away and you spare a glance back at Gordan, but he is already gone. You turn your head away and roll your eyes. How annoying.
You both are soon outside and you both jump into the escape vehicle.
"oh, what could have been."
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