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Hope you like it! I split it into 2 parts, hope you don't mind.
Word count: 787
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Y/N walks through the gates of Arkham Asylum, The GCPD send her here for the specific reason most criminals are sent there, she killed her best friend and her, now, Ex-boyfriend after seeing them together in her bed.
Her bed!
The white with black striped dress clung to her body tightly, swaying slightly as she is guided to the cantine of this wicked place.
Her H/C hair is tied up in a tight ponytail not letting a hair escape its place while she takes a tray and shakes her head at the disgusting looking food in front of her. The lady behind the glass, spoon in hand, puts some gray looking stuff on her tray and something that looks like mashed potatoes on her tray and hands her a plastic cup of water. "Next!"
Y/N looks around the room slowly as she tries to find a empty table she can sit at. She spots one near the back of the Lunatic filled room. Her feet carry her there slowly passing many people who have lost their mind and some their teeth.
As she passes a table near 'hers' she spots a blonde woman reading a fashion magazine while eating her food quietly. Y/N debates with either to stop and sit next to this blond but decides to continue to the other table and sits down.
She picks up her small plastic spoon and picks at the gray stuff on her tray. Her look is soon divided as a tray is slammed on the metal table she is sitting at. A ginger boy looks at her with a wicked smile and twinkling eyes.
"Well, well, hello there. Aren't you a gorgeous little bird." His voice slightly harsh and deep as he looks at her up and down, at least as far down as the table provides.
"Keep moving, Ginger." Y/N her voice is strong while she looks back at her food and takes a little bit of the mashed potatoes on her spoon before shoving it in her mouth. But as soon as the stuff hits her tongue, she spits it out, nearly hitting Ginger's face.
"That was strangely pleasant, do it again." Ginger smirks at the female in front of him.
Y/N just rolls her eyes and picks at her food again after taking a sip of her water.
"Nah don't be like that, sweet cheeks." Y/N's eyes meet his as she gives him a deadly glare.
"So what are you in her for, Gorgeous?" Ginger asks Y/N curiously.
"You know that curiosity killed the cat right?" She smiles at him. "Now leave me alone." She shoves her tray against his.
"You're not gonna eat that?" Ginger asks her, pointing his fonger at the greasy gray stuff.
"No thanks, I would rather starve."
"Not to be rude or anything but that stuff is actually quite good." He smirks while picking up some on his spoon and shoving it in her face. "At least try is, Pretty."
Y/N opens her mouth to protest but he takes it as a chance to shove the spoon into her mouth. Her eyes widden as a strayberry flavour hits her tongue. "That's pretty good. Thanks Ginger."
"Your welcome, Pretty."
"Now leave." Y/N states.
"Why? Don't you enjoy my company?" Ginger smirks slyly. "I find myslef rather amusing, Gorgeous."
"It's Y/N, Ginger." She tells him as he gets up when the guards yell it's cell time.
"Jermone."
"What?" Y/N turns his way. "You're Valeska?"
"See that you know me." He smirks again this time he lets his eyes trail all over her body, taking a long look at her showing legs.
"Hey! Eyes up here, Ginger." Y/N tells Jerome.
They both walk the way to the guards that lead the patients to wing B and follow the line of mentally broken en crazy inmates.
Y/N stops at her cell and steps inside slowly, sighing again as the guard closes the door.
"Looks like they want us close together, Pretty." A voice behind her speaks and Y/N turns around to the cell across of hers. She sees Jerome standing there, looking through the small square of bars at her with a big and wide smirk. "It's like we're meant to be."
A mixture of disgustion and irritation crosses Y/N's face. He starts laughing at the face she makes.
"Don't be so sad, baby. We're gonna have so much fun together."
"I hardly doubt that, Valeska." Y/N tells him laughing. "I wouldn't get your hopes up that fast. I'm not that easy."
He smirks at her one last time before turning around. "We'll see about that, won't we."
