Imagine.... 😈

You couldn't help the relived sigh that escaped your lips upon entering your cozy, little apartment in the heart of Gotham City. You were tired from your seemingly endless shifts at Arkham Asylum. You were a psychiatrist for the criminally insane that resided there and you had seen some crazy moments. Everyone seemed comfortable talking to you though none the less. Something about you....

"Ah! Good! You're finally home doc. What took so long?" You practically jumped from fright upon hearing Jerome Valeska's voice fill the air around you, freezing on the spot. You didn't know whether to run or stay. But you had the feeling you wouldn't get far if you ran.

"Jerome.....? How did you....?" His little smirk said it all. He was a newfound resident of Arkham. A troubled past with some very high psychological pain. His mother was a drunk and his father made no effort to let him even know just that. That he was his father. And let's just say, nothing ended well for those two.

"Oh, don't act so surprised! You knew this was coming.... why, I remember telling you exactly what I wanted to do. And all you could do? Was smile and listen." To say you weren't interested in Jerome, was a lie. He had this air about him that told you he was the boss. Of everything if he had it his way.

"But if they catch you.... Hugo will do unspeakable things Jerome." He suddenly jumped up from his seat and had you pinned to the wall so quickly that you barely had time to register it. His eyes bore into yours with so much intensity.

"And how would he catch me? You gonna rat on me? I don't think so...." He was right. You wouldn't. Not so much that you were afraid of what would happen if you did. But because you liked having him around. You were sick in the head maybe.

"No.... no I wouldn't." His approving smile confirmed that he knew the answer. You didn't have to say it.

"Good girl.... I knew I made the right choice picking you. You're confident. Head strong. Brave. Just bad. Very bad.... I like that!" His laughter filled your ears like music, the sweetest sound imaginable. He was driving you insane.

"You can handle your own with me. You're.... independent. The kind of woman Gotham's underworld needs. What do you say toots? Like the sound of that?" Your eyes widened from his question, completely surprised he wants you by his side. But you weren't saying no. Not by a long shot.