Nothing more contagious than laughter Jerome Valeska & reader

I Spy With My Little Eye

Idfk what to put for A/Ns anymore. I mean, I'm dying, I was in school today, 8th March, and my back started having problems. Its like a lubricating pain at the bottom of my back. DM me on Instagram if you know what it is. Insta is wolfiechan12457. Thanks guys and goodbye teaglach!!

We were all sitting shotgun in a gas tank truck that we stole. I look out the window and wonder how long it was going to take for our plan to swing into action. Suddenly, I feel the weight of the seat shift. I was having to share a seat with Jerome as the truck was only small. I look at the ginger maniac next to me to see his hands covering his eyes, they were shaped like binoculars.  "I spy with my little eye something that is...yellow" He said, sounding bored but then intrigued. The sound of girls cheering filled the air, making me reminisce of when I was in school. I had always wanted to be a cheerleader but my dreams were crushed when the squad said was to ugly.  "Oh how I detest cheerleaders" I say disgustedly. The boys started mocking the girls. We started driving, taking a few shortcuts, until we were blocking the way of the chunky, yellow vehicle. We all got out, making our way over to the bus. Jerome knocked on the door with his gun. After a minute, the doors opened ad he stepped on. I followed behind him, sledgehammer in hand. We started handcuffing everyone to the floor. Cries from the girls filled my ears, agitating me to the brink of my sanity. Again, note: Sarcasm. I stood at the front of the bus, waiting for Jerome to start speaking. Finally, he starts talking.  "This was a very hard decision for us. It was between you and a senior citizen bingo party" He says slowly, indicating I should continue, which I did.  "In the end we decided to skew a little younger. Youth won the day" I said, using the same tone as Jerome did, slow.  "Sorry" We said in usion. I looked at some of the girls and smirked.  "Give me an O" I shouted so everyone could hear me. Nobody responded. The sound of a gunshot filled the space.  "Give her an O!" Jerome practically screamed. The students sobbed an O. "Give me an H" I shouted, getting a H in response.  "Give me an N" They responded with an N. I smiled sadistically, taking the gun out me back pocket and putting it to one of the girls heads. "Give me another O" I shouted, getting an O.  "What does that spell?" I asked getting closer to the girl. Everyone replied with the short sentence 'Oh No' Suddenly, my back was soaked and the fumes that came of it smelled like gasoline. I turned around and faced Jerome, who was just smirking his ass off. He sprayed me again, making my face and top wet. I laughed and walked of the bus, punching him in the arm, playfully. The water began to rush as everyone on the bus screamed. I was still laughing. My red headed friend jumped (literally) of the the bus and took out a lighter.  "Ready, OK" He said excitedly. He crouched down, trying so light the bus on fire. He threw the lighter on the ground.  "That's embarrassing" He sighed. You had one job, Valeska, and you screwed it up I thought. He was now on the bus, asking if anyone had a light. The response? Screaming and crying. Thankfully, Dobkins had a spare light in his pocket. The sound of the dreaded police sirens filled the air.  "Don't worry, guys, they can't shoot at the bus" I said, pulling my gun back out. I heard Jimbo telling the other cops to cease fire. I started shooting at them. After nearly 5 shots, I ran out of bullets. I sighed, spinning my gun on my finger and dropping it to the ground, shouting "Light em up" Me, Greenwood, Aaron and Jerome ran back to the truck. I got the water pump, laughing hysterically, and started spraying it everywhere. I banged it against the side of the truck and laughed like the psycho that I am. I hopped back into the truck, landing on Jerome's lap. I look at him to see him smiling his toothy grin.  "That's gonna scar them for a few years" He said, laughing. I glare at him and slap him gently. He looks at me, confused by my actions.  "Yeah, and this is gonna stink for a couple of fucking weeks, thanks to you!!" I say with mock anger, pointing to my hair. He just laughed and shrugs. I take a bit of the gasoline that was dripping from my face and rubbed it on his. We both smile at each other and laugh. I have to say, I think I might be falling for this ginger haired psycho. I mean, he's funny, smart, he always makes me laugh and he speaks my language. We had more than one thing in common, we didn't just kill our parents, we were both hurt for absolutely no reason at all. Yet, I feel like there's this whole other connection between me and him, like we had this whole other story behind being in Arkam. Now I know, I am irrevocably and unconditionally in love with him.

909 words. It's Saturday at 22:06 and I am not tired at all. Just a brief heads up about the next chapter, it will contain smut'n'fluff and some other weird things. Mostly fluffy stuff but I will slip a bit of smut in there. Also, I am battling depression here, I have just witnessed Jerimiah die. I mean, can I just say, I'm not judging or anything, but what it it with the Valeska twins coming back to life, its just a bit creepy. And if Gotham was a real place and Jerome and Jerimiah were real, who would you marry? Comment or DM on Instagram! Thanks teaglach. Goodbye and goodnight!!!