Jerome Valeska //Jeremiah Valeska // One-shots

Jeremiah X Reader - Potential Psychopath Part 1

Psychopath. Well, potential psychopath. That's what my sister called me. She said I needed 'help' and that's why she is currently dragging me around with her and Bruce. Selina says she needs to keep an eye on me, make sure I don't murder anyone. Currently, she was hauling me up the side of some building to help Bruce save his butler or something. I never actually paid attention to what she was saying. A lot of the time, my mind would wander to other things. Selina convinced Bruce to help her with trying to help me. Personally, I don't think I need help. I was the eldest and yet she insisted that she had to look after me, something which thoroughly got on my nerves.

The first time she noticed that something was 'off' with me, was when some drunk tried to hit on me and I broke his arm. That action alone did not really raise any alarms for her, it was the fact I had a completely blank face as I did it. Clearly not wanting to get me arrested as I was 18 at the time and could go to prison for assault, she ran with me and took me to see her boss to get some help. Fish had someone ask some pointless questions about my mental health and my thoughts which I answered with ease and ta-da, I'm now classed as a potential psycho.

"Y/N? Snap out of it! Come on, Bruce needs us." Selina's voice broke through my thoughts, my emerald eyes rolling as I followed her down a creaky set of stairs.

"ALFRED!" A tormented scream broke the tense silence between us as Selina glanced at me worried, clearly having come to the same realisation that I had, that was Bruce's voice.

Quiet chucking followed the scream, showing that we were not alone. Cautiously turning a corner, Selina's grip on her whip tightened as I rolled my eyes remembering that she refused to let me have a weapon. Hearing a slight bubbling sound, I tilted my head in the direction and saw a vat of green substance labelled with warning stickers. The substance was evaporating into gas, flowing through a pipe. Whacking Selina's arm, her glare focusing on me, I nodded my head in the direction of the container causing her eyes to widen.

Walking forward silently, we approached two of Jeremiah's followers as they watched tiny screens. The screens caused Selina's blood to run cold as they portrayed Bruce running around corridors screaming, my lip lifting up slightly at the sight.

"Jeremiah said Bruce Wayne might try to bring his friends." A gravelly, altered voice spoke from behind us making us freeze. Spinning around I saw the Scarecrow, one of Gotham's notorious villains, stood with his razor sharp, signature scythe.

"I suppose you are them?" The dramatics in which he spoke, tilting his head and unsheathing his weapon made me roll my eyes.

"Me? Oh, no. I'm definitely not Bruce Wayne's friend." I laughed, analysing his movements and searching for any sign of weakness.

"What? No, I just wandered in here." Selina began, gesturing to her surroundings as I sighed, she truly was a terrible liar in situations like these.

"I think that our little experiment is about to get much more interesting." He spoke whilst lifting his weaponised hand.

"Oh my god. You have the whole evil villain side kick thing down to a T. Shame. I always saw you as a more leading villain, ya know?" I asked sarcastically, not even trying to hide my smirk.

"Now is not the time Y/N." Selina hissed through clenched teeth before spinning around and punching one of the followers who had advanced on us.

Following her lead, I also spun and kicked the other guy in the chest, sending him backwards before running up and sucker punching him. Watching him crumple, I grabbed his head and brought it down onto my knee, knocking him out cold. Seeing Selina still fighting the other guy, I leant back on my heels and watched the show. It wasn't until the Scarecrow sprayed his toxin at Selina, did I finally act, yanking the unconscious follower up and pushing him into the gas instead of Selina. My eyes light up as I watched him abruptly wake up and start screaming in pure terror. Hearing a loud, sickening crack I spun again to see Selina break the other guys wrist before running him head first into a pillar, effectively knocking him out .Growing bored, I sprinted at Scarecrow and shoved him into a desk whilst narrowly avoiding his scythe. Selina, appearing behind me, grabbed the scythe and attempted to hit him with it only for him to grab it and swing at her, his strength overpowering hers. Kicking his knee, I grabbed the weapon and threw it across the room before attempting to hit him again.

"It doesn't matter, the experiment is reaching its conclusion. Your friend will soon be driven mad." He spoke, cautiously stepping back before running out the door.

"Again, not my friend!" I yelled to him as he raced out and away from us, Selina sighing at my antics.

Hearing shouting I turned and sat down in one of the wheelie chairs, watching the small screen intently. Bruce and some guy I've never seen before were rolling around the floor fighting, the guys cheeks cut into a wide smile. Kicking my feet up onto my monitor I glanced back at Selina smiling,"You got any popcorn?"

"Stop it Y/N! It's not funny!" She hissed, racing to the pipe on the wall and turning the switch, stopping the gas from filling the room.

"Oh! I get it. Fear guy was filling the room with his toxin stuff to make Bruce mad. Kinda genius. Mustn't have been his idea then." I commented as I thought about the level of genius this plan was. The Scarecrow did not seem smart enough to plan all this and also expect our arrival, leading me to believe it was all Jeremiah Valeska.

I was morbidly curious to meet him, his work seemed perfect. Shaking my head, I shook the thoughts away knowing my sister would want me to fight the psychopathic feelings that I had.

BANG. BANG. BANG.

Looking around curiously, searching for the source of the banging, my eyes finally rested on a steel door in the corner of the room. Rising to my feet, I took a step towards it as Selina raced to open it, a body with a hood over their head falling out. Looking at the hooded person, the screen showing Bruce and then me, she frantically gestured towards another door.

"Go! Help Bruce! I'll deal with this. Please Y/N. Do this one thing for me, okay?" Furrowing my eyebrows, I contemplated her desperate plea, sighing when I realised the right thing to do would be to listen to her.

"Fine." The word was more of a huff, however I made my way to the door which I assumed would take me to Bruce as it was the only other door in the room.

"You owe me." I muttered, hearing a dejected agreement from her before I exited the room.

Following the grunts and sound of fighting, I skipped down a set of stairs before coming to another room, much larger than the one I had just been in. A chair sat in the middle of room, straps attached to it. Looking away from the chair, I noticed Bruce being pinned down by the stranger. I remained in the shadows, out of sight, about to go help Bruce but I froze instead. Part of me wanted to please my sister, help save him for her, but another part of me wanted to see what would happen if I didn't intervene. Would Bruce kill him? Would Bruce be killed?

The man laughed insanely, blood running down his cheeks as he tried to cut Bruce with a small, sharp knife, "Ah Brucie. Give me a smile! Smile!"

"Alfred listen to me! You can beat this, you can fight this." Bruce pleaded, making me frown confused. Was he seeing Alfred? Oh, that's clever.

"You're stronger than him!" Bruce continued, watching the man pause momentarily at his words before he broke into laughter, louder than the last.

"DO NOT LET HIM WIN!" Bruce yelled, his voice straining as he held the man off as best he could.

Finally growing tired of the annoying laughter, my saner side won and I walked over to the two. Putting all my strength into my kick, I booted the man in the head, hearing an echoing crack before he toppled over the edge of the platform and fell to his death. Glancing over the side, I saw his body surrounded in blood as he lifelessly stared at the ceiling. I tried to ignore how good it felt to kill someone, how empowering and freeing. Instead, leaning down and hauling Bruce up the shoulders.

"NO! NO! ALFRED!" The boy cried out, his voice heartbroken as he stumbled to the edge.

"No, that's not Alfred." I rolled my eyes as I tried my best to comfort him whilst grabbing him and pulling him away from the edge. I'd hate to have saved him only for him to fall to his death.