Jerome Valeska //Jeremiah Valeska // One-shots

Jerome x Reader - Stark

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This is a Gotham/Avengers crossover where Y/N is Tony Starks daughter.

Why is everyone so boring? My self-righteous father, my absentee mother, my so called 'friends'. Nobody knows how to have fun. Well...not everybody. The one person who is fun, the one person I most relate to in this pathetic world, the one person who fully understands me, was locked away. Jerome Valeska, my beloved, crazy, joker of Gotham City. Jerome loved me, he loved my mind unlike everyone else. My father, the self proclaimed hero that he is, decided to lock my precious red head away,claimed he was 'bad for me' which is truly just a polite way of saying he couldn't have me ruining his oh-so-perfect public image.

Speed walking through the halls of the grand tower, straying towards the darker spots and corners, I make sure to duck my head and avert my eyes from the curious gazes of passing agents and the all seeing eyes of the cameras. I had a tiny time limit, miniscule really, I could not afford to mess this up. For a maximum of thirty seconds whilst the guards changed their shifts, the pesky all seeing cameras went unsupervised, I would go unnoticed.

3846 The number repeated in non stop loop as I crouched behind some wayward agents, waiting impatiently for them to pass me. 3846. These numbers were my key. 3846. Pausing momentarily in my determined stride, a triumpant smirk formed on my blood red lips, a silent giggle escaping my mouth as I came across the weapons room.The weapons room, or as I like to call it the 'fun room',was surprisingly easy to gain access to, a simple hack and I'm through. Making sure the camera is turned, I hack into the door, watching happily as the solid, steel, silver doors slide open to reveal the goodies inside.

The room, fairly simple in interior, held racks of catsuits and guns, including the Avengers costumes. My fathers Iron Man suit, Steve Roger's Captain America suit, Black Widow's sleek black cat suit. I noticed, along with all their outifts, their signature weapons were also lined up neatly next to them. Whistling a tune Jerome taught me, I skipped to my fathers suit, mockingly admiring it before searching for any hidden panels. I'm well aware that he keeps everything he 'confiscates' from me in this room and knowing him, they are kept near his possessions. Knowing of the sound proof walls, I throw caution to the wind and start tearing suits of the wall, desperately searching for my precious weapons which he rudely took from me. Apparently a 'mentally unstable' 18 year old should not own an entire arsenal, an opinion that I find extremely unfair.

My time window was closing in fast, speeding towards me and if I don't hurry, I will miss it.

"Whew thank god." Laughing in excitement, seeing a small indent in the wall, I grab my secret pocket knife, jamming it in the indent and forcing it open. A panel, no more than five foot tall and two foot wide, pops open with a almost unnoticable click revealing my leather jacket and my weapons. My beauties.

Hurriedly throwing on my leather jacket, equipped with a built in bullet proof vest, I race to hide my pocket knives in my black boots. Grabbing my trusty pistol, (a gift from Jerome after we played Russian Roulette) I slot it into the back of my jeans. Glancing over my other weapons (a couple hand-guns, a machete, a timerbomb, grenades and a mini gun) causes me to realise that I can't carry them all, but I refuse to leave them behind, snatching a dirty duffle bag from the corner and loading it with my vast collection of weapons.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

Hearing the shrill beeping from my watch, my head snaps up as I throw the bag over my shoulder, my time is up.

Sprinting out the door, ignoring a muffled shout following my abrupt exit, I race down the narrow corridor. Seeing the end door start to open, time seems to slow as I grab a throwing knife, embedding it into the guards heart as I dart past him and onto the roof of the helicarrier. Someone will notice the body, in thirty seconds when the cameras come back online my father will be aware of my actions, I will be gone however. Exiting onto the roof, alarms starting to blare as the sea rages beneath me, my heart stops at what I see. A jet, the entrance open and only one guard? It seems too good to be true, I would not have to find another mode of transport, one was straight in front of me.