Gotham One-shots

Gone (Jerome x reader)

Meh, I thought it had been awhile since I've done a Jerome one-shot, so here we go

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Jerome was gone. Dead.
Theo Galavan took him away from you. From the world.

Your blood boiled, you were ready to rip the knife out of Jerome's throat and Shove It Down Theo's.

However,  you couldn't. You couldn't allow the crowd around you know that you love the 'crazed ginger.'

You were a 'good girl,' not allowed to be in love with a 'monster.' But you didn't see Jerome as a monster. You couldn't, because, you loved him.

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Dwight had called you, saying that Jerome was back.
You had only replied, stating "you said that last time, Dwight."

You had told Dwight to give up multiple times, that Jerome was gone, dead, finito, never coming back.

But,  deep down, you would give anything to have him back.

You quickly rushed over to the warehouse where Dwight and his Jerome-loving minions were.

As you walked, in the crowd cheered, only the occult knew you were Jerome's Queen, it was a secret to everyone else.

Dwight walked out, "ladies, gentlemen, and psychos alike, the queen finally arrived."

You didn't necessarily want to be the 'queen' of the underground crime, but being Jerome's girl, you had to suck it up and deal with it.

As you walked up the steps to the stage Dwight was standing on, you notice something on his face...

Oh my God, you thought, is that? That bastard! I'll kill him!

"Dwigh-!"

"Darlin', it's me, Jerome."

"No no no, it definitely is not! You sick bastard! Take Jerome's face off right. This. Instant." you hissed.

He grabbed your shoulder, forcing you into a hug, Whispering "shut up and play along."

"Never!" you shrieked,  stomping on his foot.

"Bitch!" He yelped, bouncing back and reaching for his foot.

You kicked him in the side, while he was hunched over, causing him to fall off the stage.

You frantically grab the microphone, "my greatest love is gone! He's dead! And imposter wears his face," you shove an accusing finger at Dwight, in which the crowd began to glare at him, "one I barely recognize."

You had never been one to give in to the darkness, but lately you've been fed up with Dwight's bullshit, and you would kill him if given the chance.

"And something burns inside of me, anger eats me alive," you lock eyes with Dwight, "but lock us both up in a cage?" You scoff, "i'm the one who will survive."

You allowed a tear to slide down your cheek.

You continued to glare at Dwight, everyone else entranced by your speech... they would do whatever you ask them to.

"So are you happy now?!" you shrieked at Dwight, "you got exactly what you wanted! You try to break me down, destroy me, piece by piece."

Someone tossed a knife on the stage, it was clear what they wanted you to do. You picked up the knife. Trust me, you wanted to, but you couldn't bring yourself to actually do it.

Instead, myou clamped your eyes shut, throwing the knife at the wall, wedging it between the wood board.

"But I have made a vow! I won't live the life you made me choose!"