Jerome Valeska //Jeremiah Valeska // One-shots

Jeremiah x Reader - My Queen.

Darkness. My head swimming in darkness, my eyes flutter open, pitch black evading my vision. I don't know where I am. The last thing I remember is being sat with Jeremiah inside the massive maze we called home. I remember him telling me his plan, the plan of donning the mask of insanity and playing Bruce Wayne. I remember his chalk white skin, unnatural green eyes and blood red lips. Moving my arms, I moved to stand up, only for my arms to be restrained. For the first time since I woke up, I realised I was bound to a chair, a blind fold restricting my vision.

"She's awake!" I heard a distant voice roughly calling, footsteps descending closer to me.

I felt my hair being yanked back, my head tilting up as grubby hands peeled the blind fold off my face. Squinting my eyes, the sudden light blinding, I sighed as I saw who my captors were. Jerome's followers, his cult.

"Now what could you possibly want with little ol me?" I asked sarcastically, tilting my head slightly.

"Jerome liked you, ya know? As one of his last orders we are to drive Jeremiah to the brink of insanity. Ha. He wanted everything Jeremiah loves taken from him, that includes you."

The guy who spoke had a green and black mohawk, an insane grin on his face as he rasped out a laugh. I just rolled my eyes, knowing this pathetic guy was trying way too hard to be Jerome.

I knew for a fact I could get out of these restraint and kill all the followers within seconds. Just as I was getting bored, about to break the bonds, a flash came from behind me and the next thing I knew, I was slipping into unconsciousness. Who hits someone from behind? Idiots.

As my mind wandered back into the dark state, I reminisced on the old days and how I got here. I grew up in the circus, I was an acrobat from a young age. My parents were absentee meaning I had to stay with Lila, Jerome and Jeremiah. It was ok for a time, they were my best friends, until Jeremiah wanted to leave the circus. Even from a young age, I knew that Jeremiah was smart, so smart he had everyone thinking that Jerome was trying to kill him. Whilst Jerome was crazy, that much was obvious, I knew he would never have hurt Jeremiah. Me and Jeremiah were the only things he had, the only things he ever loved. So, when his uncle took Jeremiah away and dragged me with him, he snapped. Jeremiah was sent to some rich family, I was not. I was left on the streets, Lila never liked me so she didn't care where I went. After two years of living on the streets, someone finally took me in, his name was Ra's Al Ghul. I stayed with him for many years, I learnt everything from him. He taught me how to fight, how to deceive, how to be strong. He made me an assassin. I was his soft spot and when he died, it destroyed me, I had no where to go so I decided I would use my league training and find the Valeska boys once again. Jerome was locked up in Arkham after having come back to life, Jeremiah was locked away in a secret bunker. It was hard to find him, it was Ecco who finally took me to him. From there, I stayed with him. Slowly, I fell in love with him and he fell in love with me. Of course when he told me his plan for Gotham, I was all in. Gotham had took the only father figure I ever had away from me. I was against his idea of working with Bruce Wayne, the boy who murdered Ra's, but I agreed when he said we could make him pay at some point. The last thing that pops up to my mind, was last night as we sat cuddled up and then he left to complete the final stages of his reveal. I remember expertly painting his pale face, making him seem normal, I was a expert in disguises. That's the last thing I remember, then darkness.

Groaning, I felt my body being dragged as I slowly awoke from my forced slumber. Quickly scanning my surroundings, I realised I was in a crypt in the cemetery. That's where Jeremiah was going with Brucie. Retching my arm free from a tight grip, I spun around and snapped the neck of the follower who was yanking me forwards. Turning and kicking another follower, I pulled a small knife from up my sleeve and stabbed them though the neck, blood splattering on my face. Racing around to the other, I suddenly felt an agonising pain shoot through my abdomen causing me to fall to my knees. That bastard shot me!

"No! Idiot! Jerome wanted her kept alive!" I heard one of the followers yell angrily, then another gun shot as the follower was killed.

Feeling hands grab my arms and pull me up, I tried to yank away but I didn't have enough strength. The bullet hole in my stomach bleeding rapidly, I stumbled as they continued to drag me through the tunnels. When they stopped suddenly, I fell against the body holding me, my eyes close to closing.

Hearing a sharp intake of breathe and a low chuckle, I knew Jeremiah was here, "Didn't your mother ever tell you it's rude to take what's not yours?"

"Jerome's orders. Everything you love will be taken from you, just like you took everything he loves from him! Jerome forever!" I could hear the followers start chanting about Jerome, but I couldn't concentrate as I was slowly fading in and out.

A gun shot rang out over the muffled yells and chants, causing the whole crypt to go silent. Then another, And another. And another.

Bang. Bang. Bang.

The grip of my arms released and I collapsed to the ground, unable to stand on my own, groaning weakly as I hit the solid stone. Suddenly arms wrapped around my bleeding form, cradling me to a warm chest. I could feel a comforting hand on my cheek and a firm hand pushing into my wound, halting the blood flow as best as possible. Opening my eyes slightly, I looked up and smiled as I saw Jeremiah. His odd green eyes filled with worry as he continued to put pressure on my gun shot wound.

"Hey! Hey Y/N! Stay awake! Common, I didn't do all this just for you to die! Ecco!" He shouted desperately as his pale face searched the room for the blonde in hope she could help me.

"I'm here." Hearing my best friend's voice, my smile brightened slightly.

Kneeling down next to me and Jeremiah, Ecco's eyes searched my wound. She was still in the jester suit I had made her, only now it was bloody.

"What are you doing?!" Hearing Jeremiah question, I looked at him to see Ecco tearing his suit jacket off and quickly unbuttoning his shirt. My eyes widened as I saw her rip his shirt from him, leaving him shirtless, I would blush if I hadn't lost so much blood.

"I need something to tie off her wound, unless you want her to bleed to death!" She snarked as she tied the shirt around me tightly causing me to whimper slightly before I once again fell unconscious.

"Hey no, Y/N you need to stay awake!" It was too late though, I had already succumbed to sleep.

"Y/N? Y/N can you hear me?" Peeling my eyelids open, looking around I realised I was laying on the sofa in Jeremiahs back up bunker.

"J? What happened?" I asked, sitting up and wincing before feeling Jeremiah gently push me back down onto the sofa. Looing down and seeing a row of stitches in my stomach, I started to remember what happened to me.

"Those moronic idiots decided to kidnap you. Apparently Jerome wanted the last laugh. I swear, when I get my hands on the few remaining members of his cult, they will wish they were never born." He started to describe all the violent acts he would do in retaliation for hurting me, making me giggle slightly.

"It's cute when you're protective of me. It's also incredibly hot when you are mad."

Leaning down, he smirked before kissing me passionately.

"Nobody hurts my Queen and gets to live."

A/N
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