Nothing more contagious than laughter Jerome Valeska & reader

Hey gorgeous

OK, so in this story, you are blind in one eye, as you were cut by your father before you killed him. In anyways, thanks hunnies, bye teaglach. (BTW, h/t means hometown and the introductory of you, S/N means second name and it is in brackets just in case you don't have a second name.)

I was sitting down at a table in the Arkam Asylum Cafeteria reading The Hunger Games. I had gotten it from one of the traders in the Asylum. Suddenly, the sound of whistling filled my ears. I didn't even glance up when this lunnie sat down in front of me.  "Hey gorgeous, I'm Jerome" they said. I decided to take this as an advantage to look up from my book. HE, as it was a male, had fire struck hair and deep, emerald green eyes. His skin was pale and had a few freckles dotted around his face. "Keep moving, ginger" I said in a whisper but loud enough that he could hear. "Just being polite. So, what you in for?" He asked. I rolled my eyes, put my book down and answered with "Patricide" I said looking at the table, smiling at the memory of killing him. I heard him gasp, making me look up at him. His hand was on his chest, heh, must be sarcastic. "Matricide. Ya know, she just kept...pushing" He smiles, making me smile. God, his smile must be contagious. We started firing up a conversation about what our lives were like before Arkam, which was pretty shit, for both me and him. I soon figured out that he had a job at a travelling circus, this stunned me. How could someone so beautiful be in a cir... NO GIRL, YOU BARELY KNOW HIM! I kept arguing with myself while trying to listen to him rambling on about how he killed his mother, Lila and that he found out that his father was a blind psychic. His stare kept wandering over to my right eye. I understood as it had a scratch over it and the colour was practically fading away. I smiled and shook my head. He looked at me with such interest that he almost stuttered while asking the question. "If you don't mind me as-asking, what happened to your eye?" I was used to this question, he was technically the 12th person who had asked me this. "Well, as I said, I killed my father. But not only because he was abusive, but because he was the one who: one, raped me and two gave me this scar and he made me blind in one eye. Its easy to talk about when it is the one in a million questions that get asked by half of the lunnies in this wheely bin" I said this such smoothness that my h/t accent nearly came out. I noticed that his eyes widened when I said the dreadful word 'raped'. He mustn't not have senses that the faded bruises and scars on my arms were off my father raping me. His face then softens and he starts speaking normally again. "So, does the little murderer have a name?" He asked, emphasizing 'little'. Ugh, how I hate being small. "L/N. F/N (S/N) L/S" His head tilted to the side. "F/N, huh? That's a cute name" This statement mad me blush. Wait what, why am I blushing, I'm a murder for goodness sake, I have a reputation to uphold I thought to myself. I nod and let out a breath I didn't know I was holding. "So, F/N, what's your origin story?" My eyes immediately lit up. This calls for a little competition. I raised my eyebrow and spoke. "OK, if I tell you mine, will you tell me yours?" A smile played on his flushed pink lips and he nodded. I smile a mischievous grin and say with extra exaggeration and putting on my best acting "Let the games begin"

Time skip brought to you by your lazy ass author

After telling each other our past life and the crimes we committed, I have to say that he won this little competition, I mean, he axed his mother into pieces and was able to act like he knew nothing until the shitty mouthed GCPD found out and he went all psycho on them. I only killed my father and my brother, well, I didn't specifically kill him, he killed himself, YES, I DROVE HIM TO SUICIDE!! It was, like, 12:30 in the afternoon when we had to go back to our cells. We said our goodbyes and went our separate ways. When I got to my cell, I hopped straight into bed and tried to go to sleep. About half an hour later, the cell door finally shut and I was able to go to sleep.

815 words in the first part of the story. Yay! OK, I want feedback, was it good, what should I improve on, should I delete my account, move abroad where no one can find me and live another life? Heh, only kidding, on the last one in any case. That's all from me teaglach, goodbye and goodnight!!!!!