Jerome Valeska //Jeremiah Valeska // One-shots

Jerome and Jeremiah x Reader - My Protector

Requested by anonymous.

A/N - Not a love story, reader is Jerome and Jeremiah's younger sister. protector

No, no, no. The word repeated on a desperate loop, a pleading mantra as I raced up the narrow staircase, my thoughts all converging on one goal: save my brother.

From the moment Jerome had his followers put me on lock down in his decrepit hideout I knew that he was planning something, something big. He always made sure I stayed out the line of fire, he never let me get involved so I would never be hurt. This time however, this time felt different. He was more on edge, a more serious demeanour taking over his joker personality as he hugged me and said he would see me later. He was never serious, that's how I knew something was wrong. Escaping to my room I had turned on my small TV only to discover, to my horror, both of my brothers stood on stage with Bruce Wayne and the mayor who wore explosives around their necks.

The scene of my brothers talking, face to face, Jeremiah tied up had made me panic. I had always loved Jerome more, he practically raised me after Jeremiah abandoned us, however I could never stop loving Jeremiah, he was still my brother after all. Jerome would kill Jeremiah, there was no doubt about it, he despised him. I couldn't let him kill Jeremiah, I just couldn't.

Arriving at the scene, panic broke out and the crowd went wild as Captain Gordon leaped onto the stage, promptly shooting Jerome in the shoulder before chasing after him through the alleyways. I had never ran as fast in my life as I raced after them. I briefly, very briefly, stopped on the stage to glance down at Jeremiah with sorrow before I continued to run after my other brother and Jim.

"Y/N?" Jeremiah had uttered my name as he groaned from Jerome's brutal kicks, pushing himself to try and stand up as he gazed hopefully at me. I had shook my head, quickly retreating off the stage and down the alleyways, finally coming to a stop when I saw a bloody hand print on the door of a building.

That's how I ended up here, taking two steps at a time as I sprinted up the beaten stairs trying helplessly to get to Jerome, to save him from Gordon. I knew that Jerome was the bad guy, that was obvious, but I didn't care. He cared for me, he loved me, he was my older brother and I didn't give a damn about any of his psychopathic actions. He was the only person who had never hurt me. My whore mother, my absentee father, Jeremiah; everyone hurt me except Jerome, he protected me.

Shoving the rusty door open, wincing at the low creak it gave at my rough actions, I darted onto the rooftop, my dark eyes searching for the two men, seeing nothing however hearing shouting. My legs automatically followed the shouting, coming to an abrupt halt at the sound of a gunshot, then resuming and speeding to where the sickening sound came from.

"BOMBS AWAY!" Rounding the corner, out of breath, I released a sigh of relief at having found Jerome, my expression turning to horror however as I took notice of two bullet wounds on him as he stands on the edge of the building, Gordon with his gun aimed at the red head.

BANG!

"NOOO!" My scream pierced the air, alerting the two to my presence as Jerome laughed humourlessly, muttering "funny" before falling over the edge of the building.

Launching myself forwards, I felt arms wrap around my thin frame, keeping my body pinned to Gordons chest before I could dive off the edge to somehow save my brother. Desperately clawing at his hands and kicking his legs, I managed to escape Gordon's grip and throw myself at the ledge, clutching it as I stared wide eyes down at Jerome who was barely holding onto to a pipe jutting out of the wall, his gloved hands slowly slipping.

"Y/N you're not supposed to be here." Jerome croaked out, wrapping his arm around the pipe, his eyes showing a hint of worry. The worry was not for himself though, it was for his little sister.