Jerome Valeska //Jeremiah Valeska // One-shots

Jerome x Reader - Split Part 4

A/N - Sorry for taking so long to update, I'm currently doing a bunch of exams at college so I have loads of work to do. I'm trying to write as much as I can, but I probably won't be able to upload as much as usual within the next couple of weeks.

This will most likely be the finale part of Split, this was requested by a Tumblr user.

"Move, freak!" Grubby hands latched onto her forearms, shoving her forwards into the common room, a low growl emitting from her throat at the rough treatment. Simultaneously all eyes in the room landed on her, sizing her up. Scanning the room, her eyes zeroed in on a patch of red sticking out amongst the black and white uniforms. Strutting over to the table where he sat, seeing multiple men watching her like a hawk, she swung her hips slightly trying to seem confident to hide her extreme fatigue. His table was at the back of the room far away from the prying eyes of the guards, he sat with a bunch of men who she had never seen before but she didn't care, as long as she got to see him again. When they were brought to Arkham, she had been taken away from him and psycho analysed by multiple doctors all trying to figure out her personality disorder. That was a week ago. She had been isolated for a whole week, locked away from Jerome.

Walking up behind him, the men sat with him all staring greedily at her, she jumped onto the table next to him and sat down. Jerome's head snapped up, turning to face her with a dangerous look in his eyes before he realised who the new person was, his emerald green eyes lighting up in relief at the sight of her.

"Y/N." He breathed in disbelief, surging up and engulfing her smaller form into a tight hug, breathing in her familiar scent.

"Hiya ginger." She laughed, tensing in surprise at the hug. Pulling away from him, she glanced at the men surrounding them, rolling her eyes at their lustful looks.

"Where have you been?" Jerome snapped, his eyes turning dark as he analysed her form, checking for any damage and making sure she was okay.

"Jimmy boy had the doctors studying me, trying to figure out my 'disorder'." Y/N rolled her eyes in annoyance as she thought back to all the prodding questions the doctors asked her daily, all the medication they tried to force her to take. She never took their tablets, she knew it would force her to go away, she couldn't have that.

"Hello pretty. Now, who may you be?" One of the men, large dirty hair and rotten teeth, leaned forwards and asked causing Y/N to raise her eyebrows in amusement at his pathetic attempt to be seductive.

"Call me 'pretty' again and I'll make you eat your own tongue." She smiled dangerously, her eyes glaring daggers at him.

"You little-"Before he could finish his insult, Jerome slammed his palm onto the table angrily, effectively cutting him off.

"Back off Greenwood. This is my girl, Y/N. You're not getting your cannibal hands on her." He snarled leaning forwards, pulling Y/N onto his lap protectively. Wrapping his hands around her waist, she leaned back into his chest with a smirk at his possessive behaviour.

"Did I ever tell you that you are seriously hot when you're angry? Cause you are." She tipped her head back against his shoulder, glancing up at him, ignoring the company around them.

"You have." He began, his focus moving to her instead of an furious Greenwood. "Have you stayed like this like I told you?"

"Yes." She rolled her eyes at his question, frustrated at the memories of the doctors trying to get her to switch back, "The doc really wants me to switch back though. It's exhausting. You do realise that when she eventually comes back, she's gonna panic at the amount of time she has missed? We've never went this long without switching before."