Gotham Preferences/Imagines

Mine//Jeremiah Valeska

A/N:  Guys this is my first attempt at writing a Jeremiah one-shot. Please don't hate me if you don't like it.

Synopsis:  Jeremiah Valeska is infatuated with Jim's daughter, Jenny. When he gets the same special mixture of insanity gas that was used on himself from Scarecrow, he exposes Jenny to it. After Jeremiah tells Jenny to let herself free, he tells her that she is his and his alone. He even marks her to make a point. Set in 4.20 (That Old Corpse).

Disclaimer:  Harley Quinn is the inspiration for Jenny's transformation. Jenny is not necessarily Harley Quinn, though they do dress alike.

Jenny's Age:  21
Jeremiah's Age:  25

Jenny's Face Claim:  Sasha Pieterse

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Jeremiah's P.O.V.

I held the small canister of insanity gas in the pocket of my jacket. Scarecrow had made a second batch of the gas mixture that Jerome had given to me. I had Jenny's name written on the small canister. The lovely daughter of James Gordon was very beautiful, but was in desperate need of being freed from her own personal prison. I can picture it now:  Jenny next to me, pale white face and bleach blonde hair, wearing a black and red jester outfit to compliment my fashion style. It was a perfect picture I imagined, and I would make it a reality.

Jenny and Bruce were in my bunker with me to see the generator I had been working on. Ever since I was given the grant from Wayne Enterprises, I was able to change up the schematics of my generators. They'd work equally well as bombs. I was donning the face of insanity to show Jenny and Bruce how feeble it is compared to sanity. How? I told them that I could see Jerome digging his way out of his grave and coming for me. I had to make them believe me. Bruce was concerned, and Jenny showed me a great deal of empathy. I swear this young lady was trying to kill me on purpose with her blue eyes.

Bruce had suggested we go to the graveyard to put my mind at ease. I acted apprehensive about the idea, but Jenny's encouragement helped me 'settle' my nerves. She walked alongside me through the graveyard to my brother's freshly dug up grave. I had to bite back a smirk; I'm pretty good at imitating my twin. I pretended to be afraid, and ran off from Jenny and Bruce. I was trying not to smile the entire time they ran after me.

-After the small fight with Bruce-

"Long live Jerome! Long live Jerome! Long live Jerome! Jerome is victorious at last!" Jerome's followers chanted. My face went stoic and I pulled out my gun, shooting the bastard that was shouting in my ear without hesitation. I had blood on my face, and I could see the mixed emotions on both Bruce and Jenny's faces. "Jerome victorious? Are you serious? He's dead; haven't you been paying attention?" I addressed my brother's minions. I had removed my glasses and used a cloth to wipe at my face, removing the makeup where the blood had been on my face. Then I walked over to my brother's body and carelessly nudged his body back into his grave with my foot. "I'm the one who's victorious." I said softly.

I turned back to finish removing the makeup from my face, and faced Jenny and Bruce. The minion that had Jenny brought her to me. "Jeremiah... why?" Her soft voice asked. "There's more than one reason why," I said before pulling out the gas and spraying her with it. "No! Jenny!" Bruce shouted.

Jenny's P.O.V.

I had no time to react to Jeremiah spraying me with the gas. I watched in horror as my hands turned white, and the ends of my hair turned bleach blonde. "Just breathe it in my dear. The sooner you give in, the better off you'll be." Jeremiah instructed softly but firmly. I was fighting as hard as I could. "Jennifer just give in. Be free... like me," he suggested.

I had completely went silent for two minutes. Before anything else could happen, I let out a laugh. It sounded similar to Jerome's in a way. I could see Jeremiah's green-grey eyes watching me with pride shining in them. "Jenny?" Bruce asked. I looked over at the billionaire boy with my now crystal blue eyes. "What's the matter Brucey? You don't like the new me?" I taunted with a pout. "You're just as mad as he is." Bruce said and I got up in his face. "Oh but you're wrong. See... Jeremiah and I are sane. We may have unconventional yet illegal means of being sane, but we're still sane. I can finally be the real me!" I said with glee in my eyes.

"Doll why don't you go get changed while Bruce and I have a talk?" Jeremiah suggested. He had a bag of clothes in his hand, and I smirked as I took them. "I won't be too long," I promised before sauntering away.

(Jeremiah gave her everything minus the necklace)

I even did some makeup (kudos to one of Jerome's followers) to match my new outfit. I also had this cool bracelet and these amazing earrings too. I came back to see Bruce was unconscious in Jerome's open grave. I could feel Jeremiah's eyes on me, and it made my wicked smile grow even more. "Ya like?" I asked as I did a twirl. He grabbed me by the hips and pressed his lips to mine. The kiss was passionate and addicting. "I like very much doll. I have something for you." He said. "You have something for me?" I asked as we walked together. "Yes. I wanted to give you something to remind everyone that you're mine and mine only," he said and turned me away from him.

I was wondering what he could give me when I felt this choker necklace being put on me. "The pendant on your choker reads 'OWNED BY JEREMIAH VALESKA.' I had it custom made just for you," he said as he admired the choker. I was his. Forever. "I love it." I said happily. He smirked as he grabbed my hand and pulled me to his chest. "Shall we go get ready to create our new Gotham my dear?" He asked, his lips mere inches away from mine. I closed the gap between us before pulling away with a smirk. "Lead the way puddin'," I gestured. I laughed as he laughed, our arms linked together.

I am now owned by Jeremiah Valeska. Together... we will be unstoppable and all powerful.

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