Gotham One-shots

Freakshow (Jerome x reader)

(This chapter is MOSTLY in Jerome's point of view,

So...)

Jerome's POV

The Whore was on, yet another, drunken rage, playing a round of let's-beat-Jerome with tonight's "visitor." Just five more minutes, then she'll be off, Dancing with her beloved snake, she loves the thing more than she loves me, but with that said, I definitely like the snake more than my own putrid mother.

Finally! My watch beeped, signaling for 'Lila' to leave.

Oh, hey... maybe _____ will be done with her performance.

Ah... _____, the only girl - no, make that the only person. She is the only person see me as I truly am, and not just some drunken whore's son, or, I don't know... circus freak.

(-timeskip-)

I was about to knock on ____'s trailer door, when it swung open. Her boyfriend, much like my mother, was a drunk ( ____ was 19, while her boyfriend is 22, so, technically he can drink). At the moment, he was yelling at her. I couldn't stand it. I couldn't stand him. I hated him. Always making ____ feel down. She deserves better, someone... like me? Nah...

I don't know where courage came from, but as soon as I saw a single tear fall from ____'s face, I just lost it.

I rushed into the trailer, painting her boyfriend to the wall, I had never caught his name (matter of fact, I never gave a damn).

"Whatcha think you're doin?!" He slurs at me.

He, being about four inches taller than I, was easily winning, however I did notice ____ holding something. What it was, exactly, I didn't notice... Until I pulled the man closer, making a gap between him and the wall.

I watched out of the corner of my eye, as ____ snuck behind him, her weapon now visible, a metal ring, she usually uses those for her tricks (her act is juggling flaming rings).

Anywho, she slipped the ring over the man's head, with some difficulty of course, he kneed me in the stomach, earning him a quick kick to the... You know.

I watched as _____ actually starts to choke out the man. I felt... Mezmorized, this is quite delightful if I'm being completely honest.

I continued to watch the color leave his face as he grew paler and paler and paler, until eventually, the twinkles in his eyes gave out entirely.

Before I knew it, ____ was in my arms, her petite hands on the back of my neck, pulling me closer to her.

Our lips attached, I pushed farther. But, sadly, humans need to breathe, so we pulled  apart.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted him gone." ____ says, gesturing to her now, dead, ex-boyfriend.

"You have no idea how long I've wanted to do this..."

She looks back at me, my words trailing off as I pull her in for a kiss.

She kisses back, but, breaks away after a split second.

She scrunches up her nose. God, she's adorable. 

"We better get cleaning," she says, all the while giggling, "that is, unless you want to get caught." She teases me further.

"I suppose you're right. " I tease back.

"I'm always right." She winks at me, playfully... I think.

"Don't get, too, cocky, now." I wink back, and she laughs.

"Whatever" she rolls her eyes, but not in a rude way, ya know?

She begins to walk away, probably getting sme lighter fluid and trash bags... what? I'm just guessing.

But, I stop her,

"Hey! Gorgeous..." she turns to look at me, the faintest blush on her face, most likely because of my compliment,

"let's do this again sometime."