Such A Joker (Jerome x reader) ~ (Jeremiah x reader)

It's Showtime

Jim POV:

"Valeska has red hair, crazy laugh. Might be rolling with a pretty young number." Harvey says to a suspect mentioning my daughter in the process. I clench my fist and breath deeply.

"I-I don't know anything." The man says scared. "You believe him?" " Nope." "Me neither." "It's the truth! But, hey, I-I can help you guys, you know, spread the word and stuff." He says putting his hands up.

"Valeska killed a friend of ours. Anybody hides him, anybody protects him, they go down, too, you got it? Now spread the word!" Harvey yells.

I go sit at my desk and rest my head in my hands. "Ugh (y/n) what have you gotten yourself into?"

(Y/n) POV:

Jerome, Tabatha, and I go to visit Jerome's father. We stand in his apartment snooping when the door opens.

"Who's there? I know someone's there." The old man says in his scratchy voice.

Jerome jumps and covers the man's mouth. "Hi-ya, Pops. Long-time!." I giggle at his bad pun. "Good one baby!" "Thanks, dollface." Jerome winks at me.

We place the old man in a chair tied down. "So, how you doing? Ah, the silent treatment, eh? Here, I'll tell you a story. Do you remember Kansas City, Dad? The circus went through town every spring right around my birthday. There was this guy. He and my mom used to drink and fornicate and beat the crap out of me. They'd make a whole night out of it. And I remember one time it was my ninth birthday him and my mom had just finished round one of boozing, boning, beating up Jerome, and were deciding to take a little break. Anyway Mm. I was outside the trailer, and you were there. And you said, "Why are you crying, Jerome?" "It's my birthday. And my mom and the snake guy are beating me. " then you said, "This world doesn't care about you "or anyone else, Jerome. Better to realize that now. " And that was it."

I cross my arms over Jerome's shoulders and hug him. "Such a bad father Mr. Cicero! How could you treat such a nice boy like that?" Jerome kisses my arm. "You see, there's this guy, Dad. He believes in me. He believes in (y/n) and I. He thinks I'm gonna be a star. And, tonight, all of Gotham will see that, too. Except for you. 'Cause you'll be, you know... dead." Jerome laughs.

"Jerome" his father tries to speak. "Is this the part where you say how sorry you are? Hmm? How you should have believed in me, how it's not too late to start again? News flash, Dad: it's too late." Jerome growls.

"You don't have to do this." I laugh throwing my head back. "No. I'm pretty sure he does." "I was a bad father, but I did love you. To kill me for that?" Jerome rolls his eyes. "That's not why I'm gonna kill you. Plans to Arkham Asylum. Look at these.
Ah. Letters between you and your troubled son. Innocent at first glance, but Detective Gordon you remember him, right? he'll feel little bumps. A secret message is written in Braille between you and your son, discussing my escape. Finally, the knockout gas used to disable the orderlies.
'Cause, you see, Dad, this guy I was telling you about, he's the one who broke me out of Arkham.
He doesn't want anyone to know about that.
Obviously. So the police will find these letters, mmm, and they'll think, "The blind old fool really loved his son. What a wonderful father." Oh. There won't be a dry eye in the house." Jerome wipes his father's eyes dramatically.

"They'll never believe it." "Ah, sure, they will. Cops are dumb. Isn't that right (y/n)?" "Oh, the dumbest!" I laugh.

"There's nothing to eat in this dump. Finish up and let's go." Tabitha says frustrated. "Sorry, you're gonna miss my big night, Dad. But, hey, you're psychic. So, tell me, do I kill?"

"You Will be a curse upon Gotham. Children will wake from sleep screaming at the thought of you. Your legacy will be death and madness."

"Ha, ha, ha. Well, say hi to Mom for me." Jerome says seconds away from stabbing the man's brains.