Jerome Valeska Imagines

Blue Eyes Pt 7

She was tested for lunatisim and psychosis. The tests were so unclear they decided to just send her to Arkham so she could see a therapist.

Jerome, however, couldn't get a case filed against him for any real charges, so he got to go free.

She felt ridiculous. There was nothing wrong with her. She was perfectly sane.

She'd been in Arkham for three months, almost four, and had declined any visitations from her father or brothers. She didn't want to see them. She hadn't seen Jerome since he told her he loved her. Not one visit. She was beginning to feel empty inside, like a hollow shell. She'd also felt rather sick and clammy as well.

She didn't leave her cell other than to see her therapist, one of her fathers old friends, Leslie. Her food was brought to her as well as her meds.

She was thinking she'd never leave the dreary halls and the stiff beds and scratchy blankets. She'd be stuck in the depressing hellhole the rest of her life.

"(Y/n)? (Y/n)?" Leslie asked. She snapped out of her thoughts and looked at Leslie.

"I'm sorry, what were we talking about?" She asked. Leslie looked at a clipboard of papers.

"You're overly depressed, stressed beyond belief.. You need to get out. Wander around the gardens. Visit some of the other patients-"

"The garden's the saddest place I've ever been to, the patients are loony. I'm better off in my room," she told. Leslie sighed and (Y/n) pulled her legs up on the big leather chair and stared out the window, fiddling with the edge of her dress.

"(Y/n), you need to have some sort of human contact," she rushed.

"You know who I want to see."

"Yes, but we can't find him. Think logically-"

"I am thinking logically. And until you do find him I'm not making any other human contact other than with you." Leslie rubbed her eyes and got up to put her clipboard on her desk.

"You can go back to your room," Leslie told. She didn't have to be told twice. She went straight for her room and sat on her bed, staring out the window. Metal bars and bulletproof glass? Isn't that a tad bit overkill? She rolled her eyes and rested her hands on her palms.

She sat like that all night. Staring. Only getting up to eat the disgusting food they gave her. She laid in bed, tossing and turning, trying to fall asleep when there was a tap on her window, and a louder one, and an even louder one.

"What the hell is that?" She asked herself. She sat up and looked out in the dark to faintly see his outline. She grinned and reached through the bars to try and lift the old window. "What are you doing here?" She asked.

"I'm going to break you out!" He said. She smiled and watched as he walked toward the direction of the doors. Soon an alarm went off and her door opened. She walked out and went to Leslie's office to leave a goodbye note.

She turned a lamp on and tried to find a clean slip of paper, but found her records instead. She pulled it out and looked at all Les wrote about her. She looked at a recent health record and was shocked.

"This can't be right.. Les messed up somewhere.." She looked at all the details of the patient. Inmate D-138. That was her.. "Woah.." She shrugged and wrote on her portfolio and turned the lamp off.

She went down the hall and looked around silently. She felt someone grab her and held her breath. She felt a movement in their pants and was heavily disgusted.

"Sorry dear, I guess the sight of you in that dress just really gets me goin'," he said with a laugh. She turned around and kissed him happily and he wrapped an arm around her waist while the other held a gun. She started to undo his shirt when he stopped her. "Now's not the time. Later sweetheart." She nodded and they fled into the night.