Mad Love. (A Jerome Valeska fanfiction)

Chapter 2

(Young god- Halsey🎶.)

I'm thrown into the back of a cop car. The sirens ringing in my ears. Shortly after I'm seated the boy enters through the other side. He looks at me, hands cuffed behind his back, smiling. I smile back, looking at the two men in the front seats. "Um, excuse me?" One looks up in the rear view mirror. "It's a little stuffy back here, can ya turn on the air?" I smile sweetly, letting out a giggle. "You know I'm mad I got caught, but I don't mind that it was with you." I turn back to the boy, my cheeks warming up. He smiles even wider at my reaction to his comment and let's out a laugh. I laugh as well, causing the man in the passenger seat to turn around, "Shut it! Both of you, no talking." His hair was wild, he wore a hat over it. His beard kind of scruffy.
"What's ya name?" I ask nicely, ignoring his comment. The scruffy man turns around, rolling his eyes, "Detective Bullock. Now shut up."
I sigh, leaning back against the seat, I can see the boy still gazing at me. I look at him, he's still smiling. I mimic his smile, but bigger and wider. I lean my head against the window. Giggling to myself as the voices in my head wouldn't keep quiet about the strange kid next to me.
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We get to the GCPD, and Detective Bullock roughly drags me out of the car. The other detective, who I learned is Detective James Gordon, drags the circus kid inside as well.
"What happening?" I ask as they lock us both inside a holding cell.
"What do you mean 'what's happening?' You're covered in blood, seen near a recently murdered body, and you're hanging out with the one and only Jerome Valeska." Bullock states, with a little bit of attitude in his voice. I roll my eyes. "Yea, but I'm innocent," I pout. "Yea right Harmony Quinnley. We haven't closed the case on your parents." Detective Gordon walks over, "don't think we forgot about you." He smirks a little, proud of himself for catching me.
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They drag us both out to do mugshots and fingerprints. "You already have a mugshot, why're you coming?" I ask the kid. "I want a new one, duh," he sassily says. They call him to take his photo. Right when they're about to snap the photo I jump oh his back.

He grabs my legs, not letting me fall as I smile my cheesiest smile.
"That works," he chuckles, setting me down. He holds my shoulders, staring at me. I get a little uncomfortable, looking always from his gaze. He pulls my chin to make me look at him. "Ooh babygirl, ya know we're gonna be legends," he whispered.
Suddenly two guards rush over, handcuffing us both. The guards roughly drag us in separate directions. I feel my mood shift, I'm suddenly scared, i feel helpless. Something was drawing me towards him. This boy , I don't even know, makes me feel so different. Normally I'd kill any man that got that close to me. But not him.
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Detective Bullock sat in the back of the van with me. I'm strapped in tight, my hands and ankles in restraints. "Where am I going?" I smile. Bullock let's out a deep chuckle, "you're going to Arkham asylum. Where all the other crazies go."
I sit back in silence.
We won't be there long.. I smirk. Knowing the voice is right. The smirk turns into a giggle, that becomes uncontrollable. I laughed all the way to Arkham.
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Detective Bullock drops me off at a gate with another guard. I wave and smile, "Bye-bye! It was nice meeting you!" Bullock simply rolls his eyes and leaves. The guard shows me to my new home. My cells a tiny square room, with grey walls and a bed in the corner. Lying on the bed is a black and white uniform. I walk over, hold it up to my body. I turn to look at the guard, who seems to be in a trance staring right at me. I giggle, "how am I supposed to change with you awing me." He blushes, quickly leaving and closing the door behind him. I quickly get dressed, noticing the uniform is a long, very unflattering dress. I rip the fabric right above my knees. Leaving the dress to be a now stylish, tight fitting dress. I hide the rest of the fabric under my new mattress. I tap on the bar in the barred window of the door, "I'm ready." I smile. The guard unlocked the door, looking up and down my body. I skip a head of him, my pigtails bouncing up and down with every skip.
The guard shows me the way to the common room. There's one grey back wall, and the other walls are bars. I can see all the men sitting at a table turn and watch me as I make my way in the room. I thank the guard, kissing his cheek, watching him blush as he locks me in. I spin around and skip to a table in the back, not wanting to be bothered by anyone in here. I grab a magazine, and sit in a seat, rocking back and forth to music in my head.
I hear whispers coming from the table full of men. I look up form the magazine, noticing them all still staring. "Take a picture, it'll last longer," I spit. One, with curly brown hair, chuckles. I stand up, making my way toward them all. "Ya think it's funny? Ya won't think it's funny, when I'm ripping your body apart." I boop his nose. He smirks, and licks his lips. "What'd a little girl like you do to get into a place like this?" A different, taller, bald man asks. I stand up straight. Making my way around the table of men, who are entranced by my presence. "Oh ya know... I only killed every man that tried to mess with me," with that I stop, slamming my hands on the table. "So I'd like to you try something. Really, let's see what happens." After a minute of silence, "no? No one? Okay good. Bye-bye." I jump up and down and head back to my table. "I'm going to eat that girl, more ways than one." I hear form behind me. I spin on my heel. Walking back to the curly haired man. Behind me I hear the gate open again. Once I stand in front of him he laughs, "oh ha heard that princess? That's good. That way it won't be a surprise." He brings his hand up to his mouth. Flicking his tongue between his fingers.
The adrenaline rush hits me, I jump on him. Clawing and pounding at his face with my nails and fists. I feel blood squirt on me but I keep going. That is until I'm being dragged away by someone. I look up to see the circus kid. He just starts the laugh, setting me in my original chair. He hops in the one in front of me. "Hia gorgeous, I noticed I never got to introduce myself, I'm Jerome."

I giggle, "Hi Jerome, I'm Harmony. But my friends call me Harley." "That was some show you put on just now. You won't have long until a guard takes you to solitary confinement for god knows how long.." he trails off. "So Harley, can I call ya Harley?" He smirks. I nod quickly, before I even realize I'm doing it. "So Harley," he continues, "besides killing that fellow in the alley, why're ya in here?" I can see two guards making they're way to the common room. "Well the short story is.. I killed me daddy and a bunch of other pigs that normal people call men." I rest my chin in my hand and smile.

"You're baaad." He drags on, clawing at his face a bit. I only smirk. The guards enter the room, one stands by the door, the other rushes to me. "I would ask you about yourself, but that'll have to wait for another time," I gesture to the guard walking towards us. "Indeed it will." He watches me get dragged out of the room and around the corner. And smirk plastered on his lips the entire time.

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Hello my loves!
This chapters kinda long, but I bwanted to incorporate everything in one so it'd make more sense.
Another chapter will be coming soon!