Mad Love. (A Jerome Valeska fanfiction)

Chapter 3

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Solitary confinement isn't that bad. I like being alone. But I was originally supposed to stay in here for a week, but we had some issues with some of the guards.
The guards here don't care about any of us, except me. I wish I could say it was in a good way. Instead they like to see who can actually sleep, or better yet, rape me.
I've killed two so far, so my stay in solitary was bumped to a month.
I have my own cell within a cell. When I first arrived, we walked into a big open room, with a little cage-like cell in the center. No walls, just bars.
Luckily today's my last day in solitary. Thank god.
For fun, I've tied my sheets around the bars on my roof, and made a swing out of it.
"Quinn!" I hear a guard shout.
"Yes love?" I swing upside down so I can see him. "Today's the day. Don't kill anyone....else" he trailed off.
I hop off the swing, making my way towards the barred door. "Don't worry, I would neverrr," I put innocence into my voice, making my way back to the common room.
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(JEROMES POV)
It's been a month since I've seen Harley. She was only supposed to be gone a week, but knowing her, she extended her stay. I smirk just thinking about her.
While she was away, I spent my time making friends. Friends who have connections. But at this point I'm in charge of all these bozos, which isn't a surprise.
I walk into the common room, sitting down at the table next to greenwood. He glares at me, still bruised from Harleys incident. I growl at him, he immediately turns away.
"So what's going on today fellas?" I shout over the noise. They all silence themselves and focus on me. 'Perfect,' I thought. "How bout-." I'm cut off by the gate opening behind me. "Hello boyyys!" I turn to see Harley holding her arms up over her head, that beautiful smile of hers stretched ear to ear.
I smile my big smile right back. She lets out a giggle and skips towards me. "What took ya so long gorgeous?" I ask, leaning my chin in my hand as she sits on the table. Her tight, short dress, covered in more blood stains than I remember. "I dunno really. Ya think the guards would get the hint, after I killed one of them. But nooooooOoo, they had to try again. They were so desperate to try and get into my pants. So there goes two." She holds up her fingers in a peace sign, laughing. I join in, letting out a deep chuckle. Out of the corner of my eye I see greenwood eyeing her body. "I don't blame them," he says to himself, louder than he should've.
'I'll remember that,' I thought.
I stand up, and stand in front of her. She wraps her legs around mine drawing me closer. I see her short dress bunching up, becoming shorter. I tug it down, making her flinch. I feel myself become full of concern, which isn't normal. I look her in the eyes, hers wide. I rest a hand on her waist, "let's go to the other table." She smiles, nodding her head rapidly.
We make our way to the back table, and sit down across from each other.
"So where were we?" I say. "Well last time I remember, I gave you the short story as to why I'm here," she giggles. "Yes. Yes you did! Now for the full story," I lean forward. She mimics me, smiling. "Well, my parents were very abusive, drunk, angry scum. They normal took all their anger out on me." I gasp sarcastically, "noooo..."
She smacks my arm gently. "It was mainly my father. Yea, my mom would yell at me and what not, but my father physically hurt me." I feel myself growing angrier and angrier the more she talks. Something about this girl, made me want to protect her, from anything and anyone. "My mother was a whore and drank a lot. So my father would take his frustration on me. He would also try and rape me, he only got away with it one time..." she trails off, looking at the table. "That bastard deserved to die. Heck! If you didn't already do it, I would've." I say trying to lift her spirit. It seemed to work, because she looked back up at with that wide smile."But anyways, I killed that son of a bitch, and killed the man my whore mother was with that night," she continued. "Why not kill her?" I ask, actually curious. "See, I knew you would say that. I didn't kill her because I wanted her to suffer. And what better way to make someone suffer than to leave them with absolutely nothing." Her voice turns sinister towards the end. "Now you," she drums on the table a bit, "I saw the paper said you killed you mother. But my question is 'Why?'" She leans in, resting her head in her palms. "Ya see, our stories are very similar. My mother was a cold-hearted whore who never loved anyone. She was a drunk as well. Her favorite thing to do, besides banging clowns, was to get drunk and beat little ol' Jerome with her flavor of the night." She stares at me with wide eyes. "Wow.." she whispers. "One night, I just couldn't take the nagging anymore. Ya know? Like don't come yell at me to do the dishes if you've been banging a clown in the next room! You know?" I laugh hysterically. "So I chopped her up with an axe. And now I'm here." I lean my face into my hands as well. Our faces only a few inches apart. "No wonder we get along so well," she giggles, "we both got mommy/daddy issues." I laugh. I hear laughing coming from the other table. We both turn and look at the others, who are sharing glances with each other, all while looking at Harley. I look at her, fury in her eyes, as she glares at the men whispering, and sharing laughs that are most likely towards/about her. "Hey," I say gently, resting my hand on her arm. She flinches, quickly turning towards me, jerking her arms away. Her expression is hard to read, as if she's unclear of what's happening in her mind herself. She looks angry, yet sad, but also confused. "Wanna go explore?" I ask, raising my eyebrow. She smiles, slightly nodding.

(Harley's pov)
Jerome somehow managed to get the guards to not escort us as we wandered the halls of Arkham. We walk in silence for a few minutes before Jerome gasps, "Let's go in here!"  I see a sign above the door reading 'Library.' He opens the door, gesturing for me to go first. "Ladies first," he says with a bow. I giggle as I skip through the doorway. Inside, the library is bigger than I expected. The rows of shelves go on and on. I turn to Jerome, "Tag! You're it!" I sprinted off, weaving in and out of the tall bookcases. Jerome let's out a deep chuckle, "come out, come out where ever ya are." At this point I'm towards the back of the room, the lights seem to be going out, as one flickers on and off. I turn to go down an aisle when I stop in my tracks.
Not because Jerome found me, but because the shadow man is standing at the opposite side. I can feel the negative energy radiating from it. The darkness surrounding it seems to be growing, reaching out for me. Tears start forming in my eyes.
Something about the Shadow man always made me feel awful, knowing no one else saw it or felt how evil and powerful it was, made me feel crazy.
I want to run, but I can't move. I'm stuck staring at the faceless dark figure, as the darkness surrounds me. I feel hot tears stream down my face, soon enough it becomes uncontrollable sobs. My vision turns black, I reach out to catch myself as I begin to collapse. Only to be caught by someone from behind. "Hey hey hey. What's wrong Harls, shhh it okay." I hear Jeromes soothing voice in my ear. He lowers me to the ground slowly, him leaning against a bookcase holding me in his arms. I ball up and begin to rock and back and forth. He rubs my back, trying to calm me down. My vision is still gone, I shut my eyes tightly, whispering gibberish to myself.
We sit like that for a good 10 minutes before I relax against Jeromes chest. He embraces me, running his fingers through my hair. Then everything disappears into the darkness.
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I wake up confused in my cell. I make my way to the common room, expecting to find Jerome, but he's no where to be found. I sit down at a table by myself. Shortly after I'm joined by two men. I look up seeing Greenwood, and a guy I remember being named Richard. "What do you want," I roll my eyes. "You're pretty, and I like lookin at ya. Although I'd like to do more than look," Greenwood growls, gripping my wrists firmly, turning me towards him. "Follow us, if ya wanna see that ginger boy again," Richard states, standing up and walking towards the door. I follow them down a long hallway, not knowing what's really happening. The voices are going crazy, spitting out every bad thing that could've happened to Jerome while I was asleep. Finally they turn into a room that looks like an old bathroom that's not in use anymore. Richard stops, shoving me against a wall, I hit my head against it with the impact. "What the fuc-," I start, but am cut off by Greenwood pinning me against the wall. He inhales deeply while nuzzling his face into my neck. I try and wiggle away, but out of no where he bites my collar bone. I shriek in pain. Richard laughs getting closer, grabbing my face, making me look at him, then forcefully kissing me. My eyes widen as I start to panic. He pulls away with a smirk on his face. I start to fight them, Greenwood let's go of me, but only to be replaced by Richard, who is much bigger and stronger than I am. I keep squirming, trying to get away, when Richard grabs me by my hair slamming my head into the wall repeatedly. Everything went black.
I was unconscious, but I could still hear everything. I hear them ripping my dress apart, talking amongst themselves about my body. I remember their moans, and the noise of high-fiving each other. It seemed to last forever. I was trapped-again. Only I had to suffer by listening for what seemed to drag on and on, never ending. Just as they finish, Richard whispers something in my ear that I can't fully make out, but I hear the words "thanks," "ride," and "fun."
And they're gone.

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LONG CHAPTER. I'm sorry about that ending. It'll make more sense as to why I included that with the next chapter. It wouldn't been in this one, but I feel it had gotten too long.