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Escape {Jerome Valeska}

*Gotham*

Jerome was thrown into the therapy room and forcefully shoved into the metal chair. The guards handcuffed him to the table and stood off in the far corner.

The door opened and in walked a woman. She had straight black hair that was tied into a bun, brown skin and (Y/E/C) eyes that were protected by her (F/C) glasses.

She strutted over to the table and slid into the chair across from Jerome.

"Hello, Jerome," she spoke. "My name is Dr. Mauve and I am your new psychiatrist."

Jerome couldn't help staring at her. She was beautiful, no doubt about it but it's not like anything could happen between the two of them.

"First question," she said. "Why did you kill your mother."

Jerome then grinned and started laughing. Dr. Mauve's face remained blank while she stared at the patient in front of her.

"I'll tell you what I told everyone else. The bitch had it coming!" he yelled.

Dr. Mauve wrote something down on her notepad and faced Jerome once more.

"Would you do it again?" she asked.

Jerome leaned in closer and smirked. He motioned for Dr. Mauve to lean in closer too and she did.

"Over and over and over and over again," Jerome said before laughing.

Mauve smirked and leaned back.

"Perfect."

Then she motioned for one of the guards to come to her. When he reached her, she stood up and her irises turned into a dangerous red colour. The guards pupils dilated and he had a dreamy look on his face.

"Be a doll and kill your partner for me, will ya," the woman asked with a pout.

The guard nodded, pulled out his gun and put a bullet through the other guard's skull.

"Good boy. Now make yourself useful and go jump off a bridge somewhere," she ordered.

The guard nodded again and walked out of the room.

The woman's eyes turned back to (Y/E/C) and she started undressing. Underneath the white blouse and black pencil skirt, she wore a black, skin tight body suit. She took off her glasses and the wig she was wearing which revealed her beautiful curls.

"By the way," she said. "The name's really Y/N."

Y/N walked over to the dead guard and grabbed his gun and the keys for the handcuffs. She threw the keys to Jerome and he unlocked himself from the handcuffs.

He and Y/N then left the room and made a beeline of the exit. Everyone that tried to stop them got a bullet to the skull, courtesy of Y/N.

When they got outside, they saw a sleek, matte black Lamborghini waiting for them. Y/N hopped into the driver side and Jerome got into the passenger side.

"Not that I'm not grateful for you breaking me out of Arkham or anything," Jerome began. "But... who do you work for, dollface? Theo Galavan?"

Y/N scoffed and rolled her eyes at the mere mention of his name.

"I don't work for that spineless shell of a man. I don't work for anyone, dollface," she mocked.

Jerome started laughing.

"I like you."

"Good, now buckle up. You're in for quite a ride."