LUNATICS || Gotham²

10 || A Clown Dance

As the day faded, the night swooped in, consuming the asylum in darkness. The inmates had been taken to their frigid cells, expected to sleep despite the noise that echoed through the rotten walls. Sleep in this looney bin was a rare miracle, nearly impossible to come by.

I lay in my cot, staring at the cracked, colorless ceiling, trying to distract myself with little imaginary shapes in the dark. Slowly, my eyelids began to close miraculously, exhaustion finally settling in. But before I could drift off, a loud knocking was produced on my door. My body jolted, my heart pounding from the abrupt thunderous noise. Of course, it was too good to be true.

The knocking persisted, the thunderous noise rumbled in my ears. "Miss Nygma," a voice called out from the outside. My eyebrow twitched in frustration, my face scrunching up in discontent. And yet, the knocking was relentless.

I pushed myself off the uncomfortable bed, dragging my feet to the door and peeking through the small, barred window. "Yes." I hissed, barely containing my irritation. The inmates' eyes widened, noticing the anger on my face. "Is there something important enough for you to disturb me now?"

The man's mouth went agape, and he fumbled for his words, shaken by my tone. "M-Mister Valeska requested to see you."

At the mention of Jerome's name, a familiar fluttering sparked in my belly, my anger quickly fading. My cheeks flushed. A smirk tugged at my lips as I hummed quietly, "Mister Valeska, huh? Well, thank you for letting me know then." I said, my voice low and teasing. The man visibly relaxed, nodding as he opened my cell door. I stepped out, chuckling softly. He's going to regret waking me up.

We walked to the recreational room, the frantic screams of inmates grew louder the closer we got. As I entered, the screech of the door drew everyone's attention, including my boyfriend's.

He stood in the center of the room, arms folded over his chest, that signature wild grin on his lips as he watched me walk to him. "Doll, nice to see you aga -"

Before he could finish, I grabbed the front of his shirt, yanking him toward me threateningly. "Who the hell told you, you could disturb my sleep?" I growled playfully, my tone sultry voice. His eyes darkened with lust as a smirk curled on his lips. I grinned and pressed my lips to his tenderly.

"God, you're hot when you're angry," He rasped, leaning in for a kiss. I pressed my lips to his, slow and teasing. He let out a deep, throaty groan, and I forced myself to pull away. "Sexy."

I giggled and pecked his lips again. "Am I?"

He sighed heavily, a dark chuckle escaping him. "Are you trying to turn me on?"

I grinned, biting my lip as I watched him swallowing thickly, desire flashing in his eyes. "Is it working?" I teased, stepping back as he leaned in to kiss me again. "So what are we doing?" I questioned, clasping my hands together excitedly.

Jerome blinked in disbelief, a surprised laugh bursting from him. "You're cruel, Nygma."

I shot him a mischievous smirk. "Don't mess with my sleep, Valeska."

He threw his head back and cackled, his manic laughter filling the room. "Who needs sleep these days? We sleep when we die, doll."

Rolling my eyes, I stepped closer, letting him wrap his arms around my waist. "Fine. I'll forgive you. Only this time." A bright, toothy grin appeared on his lips, and he drew me into a deep, passionate kiss. It stole my breath away. When we finally pulled away, I smirked at him. "Are you gonna tell me what we're doing, or are you just trying to keep me up all night for fun?"

"Oh," He smirked back, wiggling an eyebrow. "trust me, I have other ways to keep you up all night."

I giggled, flushing, "Shut up, ginger."