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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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"So you like red heads?" Derek whispered jokingly. Her eyes widened and looked at Jerome.
"I don't know that you're talking about..." she said crossing her arms. The whole room was silent everyone giving each other glances even Georgie.
"Um hello don't we have to do something?" She asked stomping her foot embarrassed and gesturing to their target.
Jerome gave a nod "Yup you're right."
"How are you alive? You died..." He asked watching her every move as she made her way to him.
"Well to cut things short I am the supreme." She said shrugging her shoulders. "But I don't have a coven to lead because you're people killed them."
Georgie shook his head vigorously "I had nothing to do with it."
"Oh but you did. You are part of that group you knew about everything."
The man had enough of this, his face changed from fear to frustration and anger. "I'm not telling you shit."
Josette looked around the room trying to remain calm.
"Why don't we just talk and have a little heart to heart?" She asked tilting her head as she sat on the the desk.
He gave her no answer.
"I can make you, but it's excruciatingly painful."
Georgie tried to get up from his seat but was stopped by Jeromes hands on his shoulders pushing him back down.
"Excruciatingly painful it is." Jerome said looking at Josette with a smile taking out his knife. Derek closed and locked the office door.
Without a second thought he stuck the shard object into the mans thigh the covered his mouth that let out a muffled scream.
Jerome grabbed his face forcing Georgie to look at him. "Nothing?"
"I'm not talking." Georgie said out of breath.
Jerome pulled his head back taking the knife out of his thigh and brought it to his throat. "You think I won't kill you? I will. Just like how I killed your brother." He whispered as he jaw clenched.
"Maybe right after I'll go to your house and visit your little ones? Hmm? How does that sound?"
This was getting no where, the man wouldn't budge. Josette was growing tired at his lack of communication with Jerome.
"Why don't you try doll?" Jerome asked looking at her. She shook her head not really wanting to because, one she'd never interrogated anyone and two the whole torture thing didn't sound pleasant. "I really don't want to..."
Her looked at her and tilted his head "Oh come on....please?" He asked sweetly, a strange feeling clicked inside her, like she had to do it now. It was unfamiliar and strange to say the least. "Okay..." He really didn't think that was gonna work but it did.
