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We had walked a couple streets when we heard people screaming. Rushing to the screaming with Jeremiah running after me, I halted and gasped before turning to try and stop Jeremiah but it was too late, he had seen. Jerome's dead body lay on top of a crushed car, his permanent smile etched onto his face. I tried to stop him, but he mutely pushed past me and walked up to his twins body. He quickly wiped away a tear before giving Gordon a nod and walking back to me, silently taking my hand and pulling me away from the horrifying scene.
Deciding it would be best not to mention how fast my heart was beating as he took my hand, I followed him until we had arrived at the Wayne Mansion, the entire journey silent.
"Are you okay? No matter what he did, he was still your brother." I cautiously asked, debating whether or not to hug him.
"I will be. Would you come over tomorrow? I could show you all of my designs." He looked so hopeful as he held a tight grip on my hand, the pressure comforting me.
"I would love to. Would you like me to get Alfred to drive you home?" I looked to the door, knowing that Alfred and Bruce were most likely worrying about me.
"It's fine but thank you. I'll call my assistant, Ecco. Goodbye for now Y/N." He stepped back about to walk away when I surged forwards, engulfing him in a hug. Shocked, he took a minute to respond, before finally hugging me back. His hug was warm and made me feel safe as he gripped me to him.
"Goodbye for now Jeremiah."
The next morning, I stood in front of the steel door to Jeremiah's labyrinth, waiting for him to let me in. I had come like he asked, I was secretly looking forward to spending more time with him. He was like nobody I've ever met, not even Jerome. I was surprising giddy and excited to see him again, something that Bruce took great pleasure in teasing me about.
"Hello?" I asked, stepping forwards as the door creaked open. A blonde woman, who I assumed to be Ecco, appeared and signalled for me to follow her. She didn't speak once, simply leading me through the maze, stopping at a door and gesturing for me to walk through. I hated the fact that my insides were burning with rage, jealously coursing through my bloodstream as I saw her. I was jealous. I had no right to be, Jeremiah was not dating me, but she was so pretty that I couldn't help but be jealous.
"Thank you." I smiled at her to show my gratitude for her helping me navigate the corridors. She nodded, an emotionless mask on her face before she turned and left me standing facing the door by myself. Shaking my head, my loose hair falling into my face,I pushed open the door, slipping inside to see a dark room, only one lamp on in the far corner.
"Jeremiah?" I stepped away from the door, further into the dark room, flinching as the door slammed behind me.
"Jeremiah are you in here?" I continued to step further into the room, trying my best to look around at my surroundings.
"Hello Y/N." I jumped as Jeremiah spoke, stepping into the light enough so that I could see his silhouette but not his face.
"God Jeremiah, you scared me!" I laughed, stepping closer to him, his odd behaviour unnerving me.
"Jeremiah?" I questioned confused as he stayed silent, simply observing me.
He took a step towards me, flipping a switch on the wall to turn the lights on. I gasped, stumbling back at his appearance. He now had unnaturally pale skin, illuminating green eyes and blood red lips.
"W-What happened to you?" My eyes frantically tailed over his suit clad body, taking in all the dramatic changes.
"Jerome. He sprayed me with his insanity gas as a last laugh. It failed, don't worry. Well, except from some cosmetic alterations." He took more steps towards me as I took steps back, afraid of this new development.
"Oh my god." I breathed, my back hitting my door, preventing me from escaping as he continued to advance until our chests were just barely touching. Reaching out, he ran his pale fingers down my cheek almost lovingly, darting forward and kissing me passionately. Forgetting the situation, I kissed back as I wrapped my arms around his neck, only coming to my senses when he grabbed my waist.
"What are you doing?!" I cried, pushing him back with all my strength making him stumble slightly before regaining his composure and stepping towards me again, trapping me against the door.
"I love you." He muttered, his unique eyes trailing over my flushed face, his voice showing hardly any emotion.
"What?! We just met, you can't. Jerome was right, you're crazy." I realised I shouldn't have called him that as his eyes darkened, his hands pinning my wrists roughly against the door as he loomed over me.
"I'm not crazy! Jerome was obsessed with you. I'm not Y/N. I care about you." He hissed, leaning his forehead against mine as he tried to stop himself from sounding angry.
"What do you want?" I muttered, a tear slipping down my cheek. I thought he was a good guy, but I guess Gotham truly has no good guys.
"You. Don't worry, I have a surprise for you. Jerome's insanity gas may not have worked on me, but I've been studying this all night, and I believe it will work." He spoke sincerely, wiping away my tear as he released my wrists and grabbed something from his pocket which I couldn't see.
"W-What will work?" I barely finished my question before he quickly brought the mystery item from his pocket, revealing it to be a perfume bottle. Within seconds he sprayed it in my face, the purple mist entering my lungs as I chocked and tried to stop myself from inhaling it.
"Shh, shh, it's okay. Just breathe. It will be done soon." He spoke in a comforting manner as he pocketed the bottle and caught me as I fell, no longer able to stay upright as I chocked.
"Wha-" I cut myself off as I giggled, my eyes widening as uncontrollable giggles sounded from my mouth. Gasping for breathe, desperately trying to stop myself from grinning,I collapsed. Feeling Jeremiah wrap his arms around me, I felt myself be drawn to a hard chest as he held me.
"Why?" I managed, tears flowing down my grinning cheeks as I barely stopped myself from laughing hysterically.
"It's better this way. Now, you're free. This is the only good thing Jerome has ever done for me. Calm down, let it take over." He continued to mutter, his voice fading away as my hysterical giggles took over.
Feeling darkness take over, my eyes lids fluttered shut as I let myself pass out. Feeling Jeremiah stoke my cheek as he held me, I heard him whisper one finale thing before I fell into unconsciousness, "Ah Y/N, my little Harley Quinn."
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Jerome Valeska //Jeremiah Valeska // One-shots
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