Her Jeremiah || Gotham FanFic ||

Nicolas

(Quick note - If you didn't read the description for some reason, this was my English Assessment and I want to make a fanfic out of it, I just want to see how many people will like it so this is a one-shot/snippet)

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A ghastly pale, oversized man took up most of the narrow, dark alleyway. The pouring rain dribbling down his fat, crooked nose like it had been punched a few too many times.

He sneered inaudibly at the bland, bony, black-haired girl facing him, her blue eyes in slits, looking up at him.

She might have been minuscule under the grotesque man's gaze but her face remained in a large, menacing smile, like a frozen doll, her muscles in her face possessed by a clown.

"Did you do what I asked of you girl?" The girl raised her hand, her pasty skin showing from under the stolen, frayed coat and thick gloves too small for her hands, ripping at the seams. "The proof, as you asked sir." The man snatched the small black pouch from her nimble fingers and opened it, finding an eye peering up at him. "Good work, I expect you want the reward, I hope we can continue working together Nicolas."

She smirked at the sound of her name, he thought he could threaten her? Just because he knew her name, did not mean he could hold her shackles, continuing to live off of his sleazy money by doing fun little jobs for him. Her hands were just itching to find their way around his large, sweaty throat and shake him back and forth, watch the life burn out from his eyes. But she knew she would be wiped away from existence, like squishing an unwanted bug if he took even one step towards him. So she instead took her money from the man's sweaty grasp like a good citizen of Gotham and skipped away, humming a sickly sweet lullaby her mother used to sing to her.

Nicolas was quite pleased with how her first day out of Arkham was going, already being paid for going on a killing spree? A lot had changed over the last five years as she had been locked away in a cold, concrete prison, going further insane listening to the screaming and muttering of the patients surrounding her. She had always thought she never deserved Arkham.

Sure she had the tendency to chop people up, maybe grind their skin with a grater and cut up their organs in her free time, but she had felt suffocated in there, like garbage with an impossible one-way ticket out. Sanity. Of course, she was even more insane after the shock therapy and lunatics shrieking around her but what they didn't know wouldn't hurt them... yet.

Nicolas made her way deeper into the darker side of town, with the abandoned buildings and the familiar smell of blood and gasoline. She continued to skip down the littered street before finding a relatively working, rusting car and jumped in it, still humming the same tune.

She only stopped when she pulled up suddenly in the middle of a dark, silent forest, grinning. She slammed the door and made her way further into the forest, knowing it off by heart from the bodies in the ground to the weird concrete building in the middle of nowhere. She loved the creativity.

Her lips curled upwards as she stalked up to the large, intimidating door. She pushed the little button on the side of the door once, twice, and kept pushing until she smiled up at the camera she just noticed and the door creaked open, almost like it was telling her to leave. She pulled at her string-like hair, trying to tame it and brushed off the imaginary dust on her brown coat. She skipped down the concrete halls, reminding her of Arkham, cold and isolated. "Next time please only ring the doorbell once." Nicolas recognized that melioidosis, flat-toned voice anywhere. She grinned as she turned one last corner to find a pale, well-dressed man with well-groomed hair and stylish, circular glasses, his cold, green eyes glistening in the artificial light above them. "Jeremiah!" Nicolas may have been a sociopathic murderer, but she felt like a giggling school girl, weak at the knees. Her heavy face lifting after five years, the man she was caught for was in front of her once more, and while at the back of her mind she wanted to slice his fingers off like carrots and slash at his face with a large knife until it was no longer handsome, she ran up to the tall, young male and jumped at him, hugging him as their pale bodies collided.

After breaking from their passionate embrace Nicolas stuffed the cash from the killing spree earlier and Grinned up at him. "My debts are now paid." Jeremiah grinned and took her hand, leading her down the hall, twisting and turning through the large maze the paranoid ginger lived in.

"Come, she's been restless since she heard you were coming back." Nicolas skipped alongside the well-built man until they came to a door, which opened automatically. Inside was a small girl with cold blue eyes and long ginger hair playing with dolls. "Edith, look who's here?" A large smile graces the two adult's faces as the girl yelled "Mommy!"