Jerome Valeska //Jeremiah Valeska // One-shots

Jeremiah x Male Reader - High

"Stay here, I'll come get you once the bombs have detonated." Placing his ruby lips on his forehead, Jeremiah stepped back and started towards the door.

"I can help you J! I'm not some fragile, little bird that you need to keep caged." Seeing Jeremiah leaving, Y/N stepped forward, grabbing Jeremiah's unnaturally pale hand.

"I know you're not, you're the strongest person I've ever met," pausing Jeremiah ran a finger down his cheek slowly, "but I can't risk losing you, so please, stay here. You have Ecco to keep you company, she's loyal, she'll protect you."

"What is that?!" A loud bang sounded through out the safe house, Y/N jumped to his feet as Ecco drew her gun threateningly, donning the jester mask she held loosely in her hand.

"Stay here."

"Hell no!" Grabbing his pocket knife, Y/N slowly followed Ecco out of the small room, his eyes darting round for any danger.

A hand reaching out and knocking Ecco out was the last thing he saw before a bag was thrown over his head, something heavy colliding with the back of his head as his knees crumpled to the ground.

"Leave her. We have what we came for."

Groaning, Y/N rolled his head, his neck cracking as he opened his eyes, glaring at the people surrounding him. He was stood in between Tabitha and Barbra, white hands holding him tightly in a standing position, Butch behind him. Oswald Cobblepot stood a few feet away, grinning as he held Jeremiah's core relay. They were in another safe house of Jeremiah's, Y/N frowned, wondering how they had found the locations before his eyes fell on the dead body of Jongleur.

Slow, methodical steps filled the room as Jeremiah Valeska made his way down the stone steps, his followers trailing after him obediently. Y/N's eyes widened with relief upon seeing his boyfriend, the relief slowly dying and draining away as he realised this was a hostage situation, and he was the hostage.

"Oswald Cobblepot. Barbra Kean. In my stronghold." Not yet noticing Y/N, Jeremiah glared at Oswald.

"Not one step closer, Mr Valeska." As Oswald spoke, Tabitha held a slim gun up to Y/N's head threateningly, Jeremiah's breath hitching at the sight.

"And is that my dear Y/N being held like a rag doll by your brute? Oh and my core relay." The darkness that overtook Jeremiah's eyes could have scared any sane or insane person.

"Indeed, it is." Grinning happily, Oswald spoke as he played with the core relay in his hands, careful not to drop it.

"Huh. Well, it seems you have the upper hand."

"Undoubtedly. And now, we have our own demands." Oswald stepped forward as he spoke, ignoring the dangerous glint in Jeremiah's eye.

Talking long, confident strides forward, Jeremiah grabbed an abandoned chair, sitting rigid as he carefully studied Y/N for any injuries, a slight sigh of relief leaving his lips as he saw none.

"$50 million." Oswald smirked at the man, Barbra nodding along.

"$50 million. That's what you want?" Jeremiah drawled out the words, his brain flitting around madly for a way to rescue Y/N without using the rocket launcher he had hidden behind him, he couldn't risk hurting Y/N.

"It's a nice, round number." Oswald spoke with humour, knowing he was in charge of the situation taking place.

"I don't quite have that on me right now." Jeremiah sarcastically spoke whilst glancing down at his attire, clearly not holding that amount of money on him.