Jerome Valeska //Jeremiah Valeska // One-shots

Jerome x Reader - Monster Part 1

Monster. That's what everyone calls her. They spit the word at her, hiss it like a snake. She had been called many things in her life, crazy, insane, psycho. She had been called a monster many times before, but it never used to bother her, all monsters are human after all. Except, was she even still human? The thought often came to mind. Was she human? Or a monster? Shaking her head, clearing all disturbing thoughts, she focused on the task at hand. Finding Jerome. She had found Dwayne? No...Dwight? Dwight. He was leading a cult in Jerome's name, so he instantly recognised her, even with the differences to her appearance. You see Indian Hill hadn't just made her a monster, but it had also made her look like a monster. Her once chocolate brown hair was now a midnight black, her once sky blue eyes were now a black, soulless pit, her entire eyeball was pitch black which made her have to wear contacts in public.

When she met Dwight, she gave him all the information she stole from Doctor Strange and he figured out how to resurrect Jerome. To say she was overjoyed would be an understatement. Except, the idiot was falling to do it and the cops were approaching fast. Trying to buy him some time to bring back Jerome, she pulled up her hood, covered her face, and travelled into the shadows to distract Jim Gordon.

That's why people said she was a monster, because of her new appearance and abilities. She could become a shadow, move in the dark unseen and make the shadows bend to her will.

When she arrived back to Dwight, having stalled the cops, she found him gone and Jerome without a face. That's how she got here, now. She had been hunting Dwight until she saw Jerome, now alive and well with his face stapled on, blow him up on live TV. Then came the blackout. It was perfect for her.

Standing on top of Wayne Enterprises, she stepped forward and fell off the edge. Her black trench coat billowed out around her as she plummeted to the ground, however instead of splatting on the cold, hard ground she went through it and into the shadows. She revelled in her shadow form, it was freeing and she loved it. The feeling of being weightless and untouchable thrilling. She zig zagged throughout the city faster then humanly possible until she came across a huge power plant type building with a massive clown face as the opening. To her, this screamed Jerome.

Materialising into her human form again, she glanced down at her attire and then back at the vast amount of followers rushing in. She didn't exactly blend in. They all wore multi-coloured outifts, fit for a circus. She wore black leather pants, black doc martins, a black corset and her black trench coat. Her completely black attire suited her abilities perfectly and made being stealthy that much easier. Pulling her hood up to cloak her face, she tilted her head down and entered the insane circus with an insane grin to match.

Gazing around she let a small, sinister giggle slip out of her lips. Multiple carnival games were dotted around everywhere, humans being the victims. Watching as someone hurled a dart at an old woman, she snorted as it hit her arm and she whimpered pathetically.

Carrying on, she searched for her beloved red head. Realising that she wouldn't be able to find him in this madness, she travelled through the shadows and landed on top of one of the stalls. Calmly walking along the top of the game booths, she finally spotted him. His red hair shining brightly, a black and red straw hat that suited his all white costume held loosely in his hand. She crouched not far from him, still out of sight, and watched. She loved him. He was the only person she ever loved. That is why she didn't want to reveal herself, she was scared he wouldn't like the new her.

He was stood with Bruce Wayne, which was no surprise as Jerome was obsessed with killing the young billionaire. Brucie, horrified, was glancing at the games in disgust as Jerome leant against a railing grinning at him.

"Get him! Squash her! Get the old lady! No, the fat guy! Put your back into it!" Jerome yelled encouragements to one of his followers who was playing whack-a-mole with people. He laughed as he finally managed to hit someone, blood flying everywhere as Bruce flinched at the sight.