Jerome Valeska //Jeremiah Valeska // One-shots

Jerome and Jeremiah - Y/N Valeska Part 1

Warnings: Swearing, some abuse, drugs.

A/N-This is not a love story, reader is Jerome and Jeremiah's sister. Part 1 is Jerome and Part 2 is Jeremiah. Before gas Jeremiah and no scars Jerome.

"Stupid brat! You waste of space!" She screeched, throwing another beer bottle at me, it narrowly missing my head.

"YOU'RE NOTHING!" She screamed louder, throwing another bottle, this one breaking the skin on my arm and leaving a jaggered cut.

"Stop it!" Jerome yelled, rushing to my protection like he always does, kneeling down next to me and shielding me with his body.

"I wish I never had you!" She continued, ignoring my brothers presence completely.

"Please, mom." I begged, tears streaming down my face as Jerome hugged me tightly to him, trying to comfort me the best he could.

"WORTHLESS LITTLE BI-" Jerome cut her off before she could finish, standing up with a cold look in his eyes.

"I said, stop it." His voice was like ice, dangerous, but I didn't care. As long as he was protecting me, I didn't care about anything.

"I put up with you hurting me. With you whoring. With you nagging. I WILL NOT PUT UP WITH YOU HURTING HER!" He finished with a yell, an insane look in his eyes.

Grabbing a hatchet I didn't even know was there, he started to swing it repeatedly into her chest, blood coating him from head to toe.

"DON'T TOUCH HER!" He screamed, laughing manically as he continued hitting her with the axe, hearing her cry out.

"I'm sorry, but your brother has been sent to Arkham Asylum. Do you have any other family you could stay with? I'm afraid that Mr. Cicero is unable to care for you."

The words coming out of Detective Gordon's mouth blurred and muffled, the only thing sticking was the fact my brother was sent to Arkham. My protector was gone. He was all I had in this world, everything he did was for me, he was gone. Tears dripping down my cheeks, I squeezed my emerald eyes shut in denial.

"Y/N? Y/N? Did you hear me?" The continued use of my name brought me out of the daze, the words coming from his mouth clearer as my vision focused once again.

"What?" I mumbled, barely able to get that out.

"Do you have any other family you can stay with?" He repeated his question, his hand resting on my shoulder. I wanted to shrug his hand off, he sent my brother to Arkham and I hated him for it, but I had no strength left.

Taking a moment to considered his question, my mind froze. I knew I had another brother, Jerome told me all about his twin, but he left. Jeremiah left when I was a baby, I don't remember him and I hate him for leaving us. Jerome told me some rich family took him in, he escaped and left us to suffer. Mom didn't care about me so Jerome raised me by himself, he loved me whilst Jeremiah left me.

"No. Jerome was my family. That's it." I muttered, eyes down cast.

"Well, I'm very sorry to tell you, but you'll have to go into adoption services. You're under 18 so we can't let you live on your own."

"Hey freak! Wake up!" My eyes snapped open feeling hands shove me out of my hard bed. Landing on my back painfully, I glared at the girl who pushed me. I've been in orphanage for six weeks, and the girls here think it's fun to pick on me because of who my brother is. Many reporters had come and tried to get interviews with me, I never gave them anything though. I wasn't aloud to visit Jerome, however I got to talk to him once a month when he managed to get a phone of one of the other inmates. He was constantly asking how I was and what was happening to me. He always apologised for leaving me, I didn't blame him for what happened however, I blamed Jim Gordon.

"Don't touch me." I hissed at the girl who shoved me, getting into her face.

"Whatever, psycho." That pushed me over the edge and I threw my fist into her face, punching her with all my strength.

"BITCH!" She cried, crawling away from me and holding her bright red cheek. The noise causing one of the staff to run into the room and help her.

"She hit me! She's just as crazy as her brother!" She put on a fake voice, forcing tears to stream down her face.

At the mention of Jerome, I sprung forward and punched her again, her nose giving a sickening crack. I smirked proud as I saw real tears replace the fake ones.

"He's not crazy." I muttered before more staff came running in, restraining me and pulling me out the room.

"Y/N! Solitary for you." One of them spoke, pushing me into the plain white room. The walls were dull and the room was bare. They would lock us in here for a day and call it solitary. I highly doubted it was legal to have this is a children's home, I doubted they cared, this was Gotham after all.

Reaching into my bra, I pulled out my lighter and blunt. Lighting the small stick, I lifted it to my mouth and breathed it in, letting it relax me. After Jerome was locked away I took to smoking weed, it helped calm me down. After Jerome was locked away, I gained anger issues and I often lashed out.

Feeling a small vibration, I looked down and smiled. Taking out the small flip phone I had stole, I answered and grinned gleefully knowing only one person had this number.

"Hello Little Sis!" Jerome's voice rang threw the small phone, excitement lacing his tone.

"Jerome!" I laughed, overjoyed to be talking to him.

"How are you?" His voice turned serious as he asked about my wellbeing, like he always does.

"I guess I'm fine. I hate this place J. I'm stuck in Solitary again, I swear this must be illegal." I groaned before taking another hit of the smoke.

"What did you do this time?" He asked with amusement.

"Some bitch called you crazy, I broke her nose." I sighed before exhaling the smoke, feeling the high coming over me.

"Good girl. I miss you, I swear I'm gonna get out of here and I'll come get you!" Hearing him promise to come get me made my smile grow.

"They say I have anger issues." I huffed, bringing the smoke up to my lips again.

"They say I'm crazy." He laughed down the line, I miss his laugh.

"What's that sound?" He suddenly asked causing my eyebrows to furrow.

"What sound?"

"That...crinkly sound." He muttered. Freezing, I realised that I was smoking to close to the speaker causing it to pick up the small wisps it made.

"Umm." I muttered, quickly trying to find an excuse.

"Are you smoking again?!" He suddenly shouted, he knew I used to smoke weed, but he thought I had stopped after he took them all from me.

"Maybe?" I asked in a small voice, not wanting to disappoint him.

"Those things kill Y/N!" He spoke again, his voice angry at my actions.

"But J, they're all I have. They help me get high and forget where I am and where you are." I sighed sadly, moving to the only window in the room and throwing the blunt out of it.

"I'm sorry for shouting sis, but I don't want you doing that shit." He spoke in a softer voice, a voice he only used with me.

"Fine. I threw it away, happy?" I asked sarcastically, feeling the slight buzz it gave me.

"Yes. Hold on a sec." He spoke before I heard muffled mumbling.

"I have to go, the guards are coming. I love you sis." He spoke sadly.

"I love you too, J." I whispered before he hung up, feeling tears start to drip down my cheeks.