Jerome Valeska //Jeremiah Valeska // One-shots

Jeremiah Valeska x Reader - Wayne

He was a masterpiece. A beautiful, psychotic piece of art. She admired him and his work. She admired the way he toyed with little Brucie.

Sat perched on the roof of the beaten down building, she used her phone and expertly hacked into Jeremiah's cameras. Seeing how hard the security system was to hack, a smirk pulled at her red lips, realising that Jeremiah must be very smart to have been able to make such a complex system.

 Before her little incident, she was homeschooled by the very best. She was taught everything from hacking to how to handle weapons. Her parents always favoured her brother, they always said he would become the head of the company some day. Her parents wanted her to gain as much knoweledge in security and protection as possible so that she could protect her brother as he became head of the billion dollar company. She despised that. She didn't want to be a body guard for her little brother, she wanted to rule. That's why she snapped. That's why she was sent away.

On her 17th birthday she snapped. She had enough. She used the skills that her parents had drilled into her and massacred all of Brucie's friends. She was going to go after her parents next but Fish, the only person she ever trusted, gave her up. The GCPD had put out a bounty on her arrest, anyone who gave information on the mysterious serial killer would get a large sum of money. She knew however, that Fish did not truly give her up for the money. No, she gave her up for her fling with Harvey Bullock.

Her parents couldn't have the family name tarnished so they sent her away, out of Gotham, to an Insane Asylum. At least it wasn't Arkham, thats what she would always tell herself.

After a year of being in that hell hole, she got news that her dear old parents been murdered in an alley way, the news caused tears to stream down her face as she laughed psychotically. She had to be sedated however when she learned that Bruce had been spared and she threw a fit. The news that her brother survived caused her to kill three guards with a spoon, an accomplishment she was very proud of.

Her parents passing left Bruce in charge of Wayne Enterprises. It also left him in charge over what happened to her. Clearly still traumatised over her actions, he ordered he to be kept locked up under higher security. That made her angry.

After years of imprisonment, she finally managed to escape, causing a riot and slipping out dressed as a nurse. She immediately raced to Gotham, wishing to finally get to kill her brother. She was pleasantly surprised to find her brother already being tormented by a pale ginger psychopath.

That's how she got here, hacking into cameras and watching Bruce scream for Alfred.

"Ah Brucie, long time no see." She muttered as she watched him fight some laughing guy, screaming about Alfred. Deducing he was hallucinating Alfred, she snickered. She never liked the butler, he always ignored her.

She got bored fast however when the real Alfred showed up and saved him along with some girl who she assumed was Bruce's girlfriend. Annoyance coating her features, a sigh escaping her plump lips, she stood up and made her way to her sleek black motorcycle which she had hid in the shadows, not wanting to be detected. Driving away from the building at top speeds as she thought about her next move.

She knew that she couldn't just waltz up to Bruce and kill him, he had too much protection. Instead, she settled on finding the guy who almost tipped Bruce into insanity. She was going to find Jeremiah Valeska.

Jeremiah was all over Gotham news, promising to blow up the city so she knew he would be in a secret hiding place. It took her awhile, he was very skilled at not being found, but she eventually found him hidden away in an abandoned theatre. Dramatic. Sliding through a broken window, silently jumping down to his level, she lounged back onto one of the dirty, unused, red chairs. Placing her feet onto the chair in front of her, she studied him carefully.

Perched over a desk, staring at maps and blueprints, he stood dressed in a perfect purple suit. The suit fit him like a glove and she had to stop herself from sighing dreamily. He was far too engrossed in his thoughts to notice her arrival.

"Think. Think. Think, think, think, think how did they beat you huh? How did they figure you out? Gordon must have stolen the blue prints to the maze, found one of the bombs and sabotaged the sequence. I'll have to start again." He sighed, muttering to himself in a raspy tone.

Tilting her head, she smirked and spoke loudly, "Do you always talk to yourself? I mean, I know I do, but they say I'm crazy."

Jeremiah's whole body stood rigid, grabbing his gun and spinning around to stare at the carefree, insane, raven haired girl. She waved sarcastically with her fingers as his eyes drilled holes into her, his glare menacing.

"Who are you? What do you want?" He drawled as he slowly took a step towards her, gun aimed at her head, almost hissing the words.

"Y/N Wayne at your service. Nice ta meet ya!" She laughed, still sitting with her feet up, paying no mind to the gun aimed at her.

"Wayne?" He took another step forward, analysising her.

"I like what you did to Bruce, it was very entertaining to watch. I just had too meet the man behind it." She smiled sadistically, standing up to face him properly, five feet left in between the to psychos.

Darting forward, he grabbed her neck and placed the gun to her cheek, "I wonder, who are you to Bruce?"

"I suggest you let me go." She giggled, glancing down with wide eyes, her speech barely hindered by his tight grip on her throat.

He frowned at her, his unnatural green eyes looking to where she was looking. He tensed as he saw a sharp, wicked looking knife pointed at his manhood.

"It seems we are at a stand-off. What do you want?" He realised his bruising grip on her neck, keeping the gun in place however.

"Well, you see, I've been locked away for awhile. Mommy and daddy really didn't want me around little Brucie. No idea why?" She paused, thinking before continuing, "Actually, it's probably because I massacred his friends. When my parents died, I thought he would come to the aid of his big sister and free me, but he just left me to rot. So, I want to make him pay. Can't exactly do that on my own, he is practically swimming in protection. I'm guessing that's your fault."

Taking a step back, dropping his gun to his side, he smirked at her, "I don't need help."

"Of course you don't need help," She purred steping closer to him till their chests were just barely touching, "but it's so much more fun with a partner in crime. Don't you think?"

"Maybe." He spoke, staring down at her curiously, trying to work out if she had any hidden motive. It confused him to no end as he realised that he couldn't read her. Usually, he could read people by their body language. But not her, he couldn't get anything of her. Except the fact she was clearly insane and smart. A very dangerous combination.

"Trust me. We could have so much fun together. We could bring this pathetic city to its knees." Leaning up slightly, she let her lips brush against his before she turned on her heel and sat down again, "What do you say?"

Smirking, trying to hide how flustered she just made him, he placed his gun away "I'm intirgued."

"Of course you are." She smirked at him, watching as he stared at her lips for a second too long before sitting next to her.

"I'm the boss. I call the shots. Deal?" Jeremiah raised his eyebrow at her, seeing if she would accept.

"I feel like I'm making a deal with the devil. How exciting." She spoke giddily, turning and leaning closer to him, their faces inches apart.

"Deal."

As soon as she spoke those words, Jeremiah dove forward and captured her lips with his. Kissing her hungrily. He knew, he just knew, that this was going to be an excellent partnership.