Jerome Valeska //Jeremiah Valeska // One-shots

Jerome x Reader - Oh, I like you doll!

Jerome Valeska was one hell of a showman. From her spot on top of one of the buildings, she gazed through the sniper at the ginger maniac. Watching as he danced around the stage, taunting his twin and Bruce, she smirked. His plan was going perfectly, her plan was falling into place. She had watched him for weeks, months even. You see, she had been abandoned by the league she once called family, by Ra's who she once called a father, they said she was insane. She didn't like that word, she was a visionary, not insane. Jerome had intrigued her, his madness and ability to cause beautiful chaos. In the time she had spent watching him, she came to the conclusion they were extremely similar. Both her and Jerome had been abandoned by the people they loved, both labelled crazy, and they both had a catastrophic vision for Gotham city.

She flinched as she was pulled out of her thoughts by a gunshot, eyes widening as she saw Jim Gordon shoot Jerome in the shoulder. She had an annoying tendency of getting lost in her thoughts. Positioning her rifle, she went to shoot Jimbo, being blocked by Firefly attacking him with her flamethrower. Quickly turning her attention back to Jerome, she watched as he crawled backwards towards the mayor. Activating the deadmans switch, Jerome frowned as nothing happened, angrily pushing all the buttons. Realising that Gordon must have found a way to block the signal, she tilted her rifle up slightly and shot the mayor through the head. Jerome grinning sadistically as his eyes searched for the souce of the shot, rolling off the stage and running away as Jim started to run towards him. Expertly swinging the gun onto her back, she jumped down the building and ran along the edge as she followed Jerome down alleyways.

Watching Jerome frantically ring someone, she glanced up at the approaching blimb, glad of the gas mask she had strapped to her hip. She did not want to be infected by Jerome's genius laughing gas.

She lost him as he limped into a building, knowing he was going to make his way to the roof though she continued to run, leaping of the edge and swinging onto the very top of the building Jerome was in. Pulling herself up, she crouched on the ledge that shadowed the rooftop and watched as Jerome raced to the edge of the roof with Gordon following.

"Hands up!" Jim yelled as he aimed his handgun at Jerome, who had stopped on the edge of the building, looking up at the blimb whilst cradling his injured arm.

"Beautiful isn't she?" Jerome asked drawing Gordon's attention to the blimb.

"Just give me a second, gotta call the pilot, tell him he's in position." Jerome began once again as he pulled out his phone.

Her eyes narrowed into slits as she watched Jim shoot Jerome's arm, the bullet grazing his wrist, causing him to drop the phone onto the ledge as the pilot called out. Knowing she didn't have much time, she gave the signal for her companion to get ready as she switched to a hand gun filled with her own personal toxin.

Jerome laughed breathlessly, "It doesn't matter. Too late anyway. BOMBS AWAY!"

As soon as he yelled the command, she raised her arm and shot Gordon in the neck. She watched him stumble forward slightly, frowning before dropping his gun and collapsing.

"What?" Jerome looked around,not having planned that.

Knowing now was her time to reveal herself, she dropped down from the crouched position, landing on her feet next to the door to the building. Jerome's eyes widening comically at her sudden appearance.

"You're welcome. He was about to shoot you...again." Darting forwards as she saw him swaying slightly from the blood loss, she grabbed onto his tie and pulled him off the ledge before he could fall.

Falling forwards, barely catching himself from faceplanting the floor, Jerome looked up confused and amazed, "And who are you?"

"Y/N. Now hurry, that dart won't keep him out long. My own special toxin, makes the victim hallucinate multiple scenarios and leaves them extremely confused. I gave him a small dosage, would hate to kill him too soon. I'll give you a choice, you can die here and now by falling to your death like you planned or I can fake it and you can come with me and finally give Gotham what it deserves, along with your brother."

"How?" Jerome glanced towards Jim's crumpled form, contemplating the mysterious woman's proposition.

"You can come out now." She glanced backwards and watched as her companion came out of his hidding place.

Jerome stuttered as he saw the identical copy of himself standing there before laughing loudly, "I must be crazier than I thought."

"This is my...friend, Clayface. He has the ability to completely mimic anyone he sees. We have a small arrangement. He takes your place and falls and I leave his family alone. So what do you say? Wanna have some fun?"

"Oh, I like you doll." Jerome smirked at her, clasping his hand onto his bleeding shoulder.

"I'll take that as a yes. Go on. Jump and I'll let your precious daughter go." She said, watching as the Jerome replica stepped onto the ledge, tilting her head as a thought suddenly came to her, "Oh wait! I almost forgot. Gotta make it seem real to Jimbo."

Firing a gun filled with real bullets at him, she and Jerome watched as it hit him in the stomach and he fell back over the edge, landing on top of a car.

Laughing giddily, Jerome leaned over the edge to look, "Better him than me."

"He'll wake up soon. We've got to go." She watched as Jerome stumbled and almost collapsed, racing forward again and grabbing him before he could collapse.

"Huh. Let's go dollface. We're gonna have so much fun!" Jerome giggled as he leaned heavily into her side as she lead him to her hidden, sleek black car.

Speeding off to her hideout, she smirked and looked over to a laughing Jerome, a manic laugh leaving her blood red lips.

"I can't wait, ginger."