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Josette Mikaelson is a hard working girl raising all 6 of her young siblings in Gotham city. Jerome Valeska is a criminal who just escaped Arkham Asylum for the second time. The two childhood best friends become closer bringing both of t...
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"Jerome seriously? Your haven't taken Rosalie out of her bed!" Cordelia called out as she calmed the baby down after changing her diaper.
She waited for an answer but got nothing in response.
"Jerome! Do you not here me?" She yelled putting Rosalie back down in her crib.
Walking out of the room she saw Derek. "Hey did Jerome feed Rose?"
Derek shook his head "No. I fed her though."
"Okay thanks." She said quickly patting him on the shoulder making her way to Jerome's room. His door was shut.
Upon opening it she saw the red head still in bed. "Hey it's after 5 do you plan on hitting some sort of record?"
No answer.
Rolling her brown eyes she walked over to the curtains yanking them open letting the light shine through the dark room.
"You're not still sleeping get up." Her tone was stern and commanding.
Weakly Jerome mumbled. "Leave me alone."
Her eyes went to Jerome who's back was facing her. His body practically engulfed in soft white sheets.
"Jerome are you high? Did you take something?" She asked trying to get to the bottom of this.
The whole time she's known him he's never been like this. Ever. Even in though times he was the one to lighten the mood.
"Go away." He whispered, though she still heard him.
Cordelia ran her fingers through her hair in frustration thinking of something to motivate him.
"Okay. Do you want me to call Derek at least I-"
"Jesus just leave me alone!" He shouted making the blonde woman flinch.
Upon hearing Jerome shout Derek peeked into the bedroom honestly surprised to see him in bed. Usually he would wake up early making breakfast and it was already 5 in the afternoon.
Cordelia walked to the door looking up at Derek. "What the fucks wrong with him?" Derek asked. His girlfriend closed the door and motioned for Derek to follow her into another room.
"Has he ever been like this?" Cordelia asked him crossing her arms.
"No. Never. He's Jerome Valeska he laughs every fucking five minutes. He's never done this. Do you think it's..."
Cordelia nodded knowing exactly who he was referring to. "It has to be. This is his first ever real loss....and yesterday about Jeremiah just made it worse...I don't think he knows how to process this..."
"How are we gonna get him out of bed?" Derek asked looking around the room. "Is there anyone else's who's close to him? Who would know what to do?" She asked him.
