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Good and Evil. I wish things were that simple, everything is always good or bad or right or wrong. Except Gotham. Gotham is in a constant state of murky grey. Good and evil aren't a concept that exist in Gotham, everything is cloudy. This was made abundantly clear as the tv screen portrayed the events currenlty taking place. Jerome was holding Gotham elites, including the mayor, hostage with bomb collars around their necks. Jerome was the definition of unclear, he was neither good nor evil, he just was. His nefarious actons had always been spurred on by his mothers abuse, so was he really evil? Or was he just wronged?
Shaking my head, pulling away from my confusing thoughts, I sat up and stared intently at the tv screen with my brother, Bruce, by my side. I couldn't reminisce on my past. On Jerome. I had to move on, it was the best choice I could make in such a strained position. I had to be the good in Gotham.
"Y/N Wayne!" Hearing my name, my eyes focused on the screen, coming out of the haze I was in to fully understand what was happening.
"Y/N." Bruce gasped, looking at me with horror filled eyes, my confusion growing as to why he was scared until I realised that it had been Jerome who called my name. He wanted me.
"You can't!" He shot up out of his seat before I could fully comprehend his actions, pulling me into a tight hug and muttering how he couldn't lose me.
It made sense, why Jerome would want me. I was the only person to ever, ever show him any kindness or sympathy. I had met him at the cirus, I had took pity on him and thanks to my too large heart, I had befriended him. Then he butchered his mother. I could never be with a monster, it was wrong. Gotham may be coated in corruption, but I would not let myself be. I had trained for weeks with Bruce, training and training, fighting harder and harder to be the good that Gotham needs. Since Jerome had come back to life, my life has been a whirlwind: he kidnapped me, professed his eternal love, tried to get me to join him and finally, my brother caught him therefore sentencing him to Arkham.
BANG!
A loud, sickening explosion sounded drawing my attention back to the screen as Jerome detonated one of the bombs. I flinched, my body rigid as I took in the sight of the dead, decapitated body.
"Bring me my brother, bring me Wayne. Bring them now." He spoke calm, humor in his voice before he broke off laughing hysterically.
"I have no choice Bruce." I spoke, my voice breaking slightly as I hugged him back, knowing that I had no choice in this. I would not let more innocent people die.
"I watch the news, I know why you're here Mr Gordon and you must be out of your mind if you think I'm going to be led like a lamb to the slaughter." Jeremiah, Jerome's twin, spoke as he poured himself a glass of whiskey. The resemblance unnerved me slightly, but I remained where I stood, I couldn't be afraid.
Jim Gordon, Mr Fox and I had come to enlist Jeremiah to help us take Jerome down. They had built a device to block the signal to the bombs. I didn't want Jerome to die, but I couldn't let anyone else die because of his obsession with me, something had to be done.
"I understand your concern, but your brother doesn't bluff. If we ignore his demands, there's no telling what he might do." Gordon spoke in a persuasive way, trying to get Jeremiah to agree to risk his life.
"We can block his remote signal with this." Fox reassured as he showed the device he had built.
"If you and Y/N can get within a few feet of him," Gordon began, taking a sterner tone as Jeremiah scoffed as took a gulp of his whiskey," It will disable his remote, he will be a sitting duck, our snipers can take it from there."
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Jerome Valeska //Jeremiah Valeska // One-shots
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