(My) Monster - A Jeremiah Valeska Story

Mrs. Valeska

Jerome Valeska was caught by the GCPD and sent to Arkham Asylum. We breathed a sigh of relief for a while.

Finally , it's the day I have been dreaming of since the past few days. Jeremiah decided to have a small wedding at a chapel in Gotham, with just a few close friends and my family. My brother Asher is the groom's best man while Delilah, Ecco and Selina are my maid of honour and brides maids.

I couldn't sleep last night, much to my and Delilah's dismay. She probably just told me for the tenth time that I have dark circles under my eyes just because I didn't get my beauty sleep. How could I sleep? Today will change my life forever. I will finally become Mrs. Jeremiah Valeska. We will be one, in body and soul.

I am pulled out of my thoughts when a familiar voice clears her throat from outside my bedroom. I look up to see Delilah walk in. She is looking gorgeous in her satin lavender maid of honour gown. She beams at me and yanks me back on the stool placed in front of the dressing table at Delilah's apartment.

"Beautiful.. Jeremiah will go crazy when he lays his eyes on you." She coos, making me laugh.

I look up into the mirror, reveling and slightly astonished at the fact that I can look this beautiful. My wedding dress is beautiful, long and flowy, not too heavily embroidered, not too plain, just the right amount of net and sequins on it. I give myself a little twirl and smile to myself , a faint blush creeping into my already reddened cheeks. Delilah and Ecco already assisted me with my make up which I wanted to keep minimal. Just a bit of foundation to hide my under eye bags and a few puberty aged zits which never faded, my olive coloured skin is now glowing. Ecco pulled up my waist length black hair into a tight and neat ponytail just above my head.

Delilah turns around as the sound of the door creaking open echoes through my ears, making me turn as well, just a tad minute later. My dad and my brother Asher walk in, a huge smile plastered on my dad's face.

"I'm gonna give you guys some privacy. But please do not cry. All our efforts will go to vain." She chuckles and I watch her silhouette disappear .

"You look okay-ish." Asher chimes in and walks up to me, staring into the mirror behind me.

"I know it's your pathetic way of telling me how nice I look." I smile and pull my younger brother closer, placing my hand over his bow as I work on it to fix it correctly. "Thanks Ash. You look okay-ish too." He chuckles and looks at my dad who is ready to tear up any moment.

"Come on dad. Don't be all emotional right now. You'll ruin her make up and she will definitely kill you." Asher grins and plomps down on a couch, looking at all the unused make up products laying randomly all around and makes a face. My dad walks up to me and motions me to sit down on the stool facing the mirror. I gently lower myself onto the stool and look at the reflection of me and my dad.

He slides his hand into his pocket and pulls out a butterfly hair clip. He clears his throat and whispers close enough for me to hear.

"This was your mother's. I always kept it with me with hope of giving it to you on your wedding day. Today is that day. May I?"

I nod through cloudy eyes,my eyes already brimming with tears as I think about my mother for a few seconds before drawing a smile on my face.

"Off course, daddy."

He smiles and places the hair clip into my hair, and sniffles slightly. Asher is quick to hop up before he starts crying, just to save the day. I brace myself for what insult is going to come my way now.

"I feel bad for Jeremiah."

"Why?" I roll my eyes and raise my eyebrows.

"Once that make up washes off, and when he is gonna see your real scary face.." He leans forward and slaps himself in the knee,laughing dramatically.