Jerome Valeska shorts

Thats a baby... - Jerome Valeska x Reader

Warnings: Swearing, mentions of character death, spoilers for season 2 ep3

Synopsis: Reader has Jeromes Child but he hasnt a clue

The small - 2 month old child whined snd writhed in your skinny arms - the bags under your eyes prominent as you attemped to rock Him/her back into the sleep they had woken from not 5 minutes before. You were struggling - if truth be told, but, with the father of your child in Arkam asylum, and him not actually knowing about your child - you doubt hes going to come back for you, so, you chose to do this on your own.

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A bottle of milk in one hand, the small childs plump and full lips wrapped around, drinking as if its gone without a drink - or food - in days. Your eyes sleepily trained on the TV - Whatever programme you had playing -you didnt pay attention. Legs curled under your slender form, your eyes slid shut for a few moments, before the baby yet again started to squirm, and with a sigh, you placed him/her in his/her crib and watched as they fell into a sleep, you laid on the sofa, and did the same.

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A loud crash was what awoke you - Along with a small cry of your child. You shot up from the sofa to the crib, Picking up the small child and rocking her in your embrace, You went to take a look around, To find a piece of paper on the floor, Under your broken bedroom window. Picking it up, The handwriting was rushed, And dread instantly filled you once you read what it said.

" Im coming for you baby
- Your loving Physcho "

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You thought he would have come wuicker - Maybe it was fake, Maybe someone was stalking you? That had to be it, right? Jerome was in Arkam.. and oh god, had he escaped, was he going to kill you and your baby? He... wouldnt would he?

It nawed away at you day and night, even the slightest noise in the house made you want to cry. You didnt know if you were being paranoid, or if what you were thinking was going to be a reality. Was this some sock joke someone was pulling on you? Ugh, it was killing you inside.

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A boring day of shopping over, you retired to your bedroom with the baby laid in the crib asleep. Turning the TV on, Horror struck as you watched a man in a police uniform shoot The comissioner, but, it was Jerome.

You panicked, Moving into a standing position when you heard a noise from downstairs. Crying out, you rushed to the crib and picked up the child, aitting back on our bed and holding the poor innocent child, And held them close to your chest.

Then you heard it, the blood curdling laugh of your ex boyfriend. Fear struck you, and the door to your bedroom flew open, walking inside, Jerome was still clad in his police uniform. He turned, Opening his mouth to greet you when he spotted the bundle of flesh in your arms, and his jaw dropped to the floor.

You quivered and cowered away from him, letting out a choked sob as you begged him not to hurt the baby.

The first thing he asked was a question you expected. " Who's the father? " the voice came out, probably a bit more harsh then he meant to, and you held back a sob as you replied.

" You are, He/she is yours, just please dont harm them, You got arrested the day i was going to tell you "

And with that statement, Jeromes eyes soffened, and his shoulders slummed in relief. He rushed over, kneeling down by your bed and reaching out to cup your cheek. You leaned into his touch, a smile spreading across your face as you watched him stroke the cheek of your child with his other hand, managing to hear him whisper how much he loved you and his baby, and how he would never ever let anything happen to either of you.

This was your family, and god, you wouldt trade it for the world.