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"Step right up! Yes, step right up and sit on Ole Saint Jerome's lap and tell me if you've been good or not?" You couldn't help but laugh from the sight of Jerome just casually sitting in a chair, patting his lap with that devilish smirk upon his face like he was the king of the world. Of course, he'd know if you were good or not. He just loves toying with you! And as he winked at you, beckoning you to him, you smiled so brightly.
"Don't be shy..... I don't bite! Haha!" He's manic laughter filled your ears like the most alluring jingle bells, your heart simply swooning. He could kill you with no thought to it. But yet, here you are. Not wanting to leave for a single second.
You practically ran up to him and jumped onto his lap, a laugh escaping his lips once more from the happy sight of you. And you wrapped your arms perfectly around his neck, leaving one single kiss on his cheek.
"Frisky are we now? Sooooooo..... naughty list? Am I right?" He winked at you with his eyes shining brightly in the dim lighting of your humble abode, the Christmas lights all around simply dazzling.
"Well Mr. Valeska.... I want knives and oh! Guns! And maybe some laughing gas. You know, just in case." He smirked at you with your response, clearly impressed as he suddenly wrapped his arms all the way around you, bringing you in closer. And your heart racing with each inch.
"Very naughty indeed..." And as the snow lightly fell on Gotham City, the beautiful lights twinkling in the night, your heart was full with the magical feeling he brought upon you.
