Jerome Valeska //Jeremiah Valeska // One-shots

Jerome and Jeremiah x Reader (OC) - No Morals

Raking his hand through his wild hair, he stood from the bed, pulling his trousers on before leaving the room. He could hear the phone ringing, it had already rang twice and it wouldn't stop so he groaned annoyed and decided to just get it.

"What?" His voice was clearly annoyed, snapping at the person on the other side of the phone.

"Apologies, master Y/N, but you said to call you if anything happened to master Bruce." His blood ran cold, his grip on the phone tightening as Alfred spoke.

"What's wrong with Bruce?" The annoyance was gone from his voice, his tone turning cold.

"I'm afraid Jerome Valeska has him sir, turn on the news."

Gritting his teeth, he turned on the tv, watching as Bruce was made to sit on a stage next to Jerome and who he was assuming was his twin brother. Hanging up the phone, not bothering to speak, slammed the tv remote down, cracking it slightly. Storming into the bedroom, he yanked his shirt from the floor, buttoning it up. The noise startled the man in bed awake, he looked around confused before his gaze fell on Y/N seductively.

"Out." Y/N glared at the naked man, pointing to the door.

"Wha-" The man frowned confused.

"OUT." The man scampered out of the room, grabbing his clothes and Y/N could hear his front door slam shut.

"Oh Bruce, what trouble are you in now."

The loud roar of a motorcycle engine cut through the crowd, Jerome's speech being cut short as a black motorcycle sped through the crowd, halting ten feet from the stage. The panicked crowd backed away nervously as a man calmly stood from the bike, Jerome standing curiously. He could hear the GCPD start to question who the man was.

Removing his helmet, he threw it to the ground as he shook his hair out with a cigarette between his pale lips.

"Who the hell are you?" Jerome laughed, pointing his gun at the newcomer.

"Y/N! Leave!" Bruce's startled cry caused Jerome to whip around to look at him in confusion. When he turned back around to look at Y/N, he was pointing his own gun at Jerome's head with a blank look.

"Let Bruce go and maybe I won't shoot you." Jeremiah watched with wide eyes, he couldn't help but admire this man who was so easily standing up to his brother. His eyes were drawn to his mouth, marvelling at how the cigarette moved along with his lips as he spoke.

"What are you doing?!" Bruce struggled against his restraints, one of Jerome's followers pinning him down.

"Dead mans trigger. You can't shoot me." Jerome laughed, waving his hand in the air to show the trigger.

"Who are you?" Jerome tilted his head, studying the man.

He took a deep inhale of the cigarette, slowly exhaling it before dropping the stick to the ground as he pointed the gun at Jeremiah instead. "Y/N Wayne, and I may not be able to shoot you, but I can certainly shoot your brother and I get the feeling you'd rather do that yourself. So you can hand Brucie over and I'll even leave the rest of the hostages for you, cause I'm nice."

"You wouldn't." Jerome had started laughing manically when he revealed who he was, however it abruptly stopped when Y/N finished speaking.

"Try me." His expression was unwavering, he could hear GCPD drawing their guns at him but he remained unbothered, not breaking eye contact with Jerome.

"Please, just stop. I'm okay! Please." Bruce pleaded desperately, glancing at a perplexed Jeremiah before looking back at his brother who stood in a stare down with Jerome.

"You're okay with being a hostage?" Y/N broke the eye contact to look at Bruce, eyebrow raised in disbelief.

"Put down the gun." Rolling his eyes at the voice behind him, he glanced at Jerome before sighing and pocketing the weapon annoyed.

"It's your life brother, who am I to stop you from ending it? And to think I left my company to come help you." Shaking his head, he let his arms be restrained by detective Gordon.

Jerome smirked, holding out the trigger as he spoke, "ah , ah, ah, detective. Might wanna let our guest come on up here, a big ole family reunion."

Gordon reluctantly released the man as Bruce protested, letting him confidently walk onto the stage. Grabbing an empty chair he lazily sat next to Bruce, Jerome giggling as he watched him walk onto the stage like he owned it.

"I wouldn't." Y/N spoke up when one of the clown followers tried to put a bomb collar around his neck, Jerome simply waving the follower off amused.

"So Y/N," Jerome drawled his name out as he sat in front of Y/N, studying him, "so willing to shoot someone. Brucie, how do you feel bout that?" Jerome mockingly turned to Bruce who looked away ashamed.

"Benefits of having no morals and a very low empathy." Y/N snarked, leaning forward so that he was face to face with Jerome. They both stared, daring the other to do something before Jerome laughed and moved back.

"I like you!"

Jerome returned to taunting Jeremiah about how they were the same, cutting his restraints and handing him a pocket knife.

"Take you best shot."

Jeremiah growled with rage, screaming as he darted up to attack Jerome only to be punched straight in the face as Jerome burst out laughing. Y/N raised his eyebrow, seeing the pure rage and insanity in Jeremiah's eyes for a brief second.

"Sorry to break up you sibling squabble, but is there a point to this? I'm getting kinda bored." Bruce mouthed for Y/N to shut up but he ignored him, addressing Jerome as he walked back over to him.

Before Jerome could answer, gun shots went off causing them to look up to see the Jerome's snipers dead and Gordon running to the stage with his gun.

"Whoops." Y/N muttered sarcastically as he tripped Jerome, stopping him from running and causing him to get shot in the shoulder by Gordon. He straightened his tie as he watched Jerome run off with Gordon hot on his heels.

Knowing the police would most likely want to talk to him and arrest him after his little show, he stood from the chair. Walking to Bruce, he ruffled his hair with a grin.

"There ya go, baby brother." Taking the discarded pocket knife from the ground, he cut the tie restraining Bruce who immediately went to help the other hostages without acknowledging Y/N, causing him to roll his eyes.

"Would you have done it? Shot me?" Jeremiah coughed, sitting up from the ground, stopping Y/N in his place as he went to leave the stage.

"Of course I would have." Y/N grinned at him, mockingly blowing him a kiss goodbye before he left, jumping onto his motorcycle and speeding away.

Jeremiah watched him leave, a mix of insanity and obsession overtaking him as he stared at the oldest Wayne, he knew that he would have to see him again.

Flopping down into his bed, a glass of alcohol in his hand, Y/N stared at the ceiling as he fell into a blissful sleep. He was oblivious to the gift Jerome had left Jeremiah, he was oblivious to the grin overtaking Jeremiah's face as he planned and plotted.

He was oblivious of the impact he had left on the Valeska twins.

A/N - I just watched a Keanu Reeves movie and realised he would be a good face claim for Bruce's brother so I made this. Gif is from Constantine 2005.