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Part 2
You kicked your shoes off as you plopped onto the couch. You laid your head back and tried to relax. You were so tired from the events earlier today.
You had just escaped an insane asylum with the help of Theo Galavan. Besides being knocked out with poisonous gas, you hadn’t been able to have a good nights sleep for weeks.
With your eyes closed, you heard someone walk in. The footsteps got closer until finally you felt someone plop on the couch beside you. You tried to ignore them.
“(Y/N), get up.”
It was Jerome. “I’m tired” you told him.
“Too bad, get up. I have something I want to show you.”
“Show me later” you whined.
“Just get up now” he badgered.
You just turned on your side, trying to get to sleep. But the sudden sound of a chainsaw turning on loudly. The sudden, loud sound frightened you, and you found yourself falling off the couch.
Jerome cackled with laughter as he watched you. You quickly stood up and stared at him with wide eyes. “Why would you do that?”
“I want to show you something on the roof” he shouted. The chainsaw still roared in his hands. “Come with me.”
You glared at him and say back down on the couch. “I’m tired, Jerome. Let me be.”
“You heard the lady, Jerome, leave her alone.”
You both looked up to see Galavan entering the room. “And please, turn off that chainsaw.”
Jerome dropped the machine to the floor distastefully. He grinned at Galavan. “I was just trying to get (Y/N) to come out and play. She’s been inside all day long.”
“Actually, I have some concerns I would like to speak to miss (Y/L/N) about if she wouldn’t mind.”
You automatically rose to your feet. Jerome frowned.
“Of course, Mr. Galavan. What do you need?”
He held his hand up with a smile. “Please, call me Theo.”
You nodded in agreement. He looked to Jerome. “If you wouldn’t mind. I’d like to have this discussion with (Y/N) in private.”
“Of course…” Jerome said irritably. He glanced at you once more before leaving the room.
“I hope this isn’t too out of the blue, but I was hoping I could talk to you about how you were admitted to Arkham Asylum in the first place.” He walked to his desk and pulled up a bottle of alcohol. He began to fill a glass.
You froze. “I, um, I had killed a shop clerk-”
“Wrong.”
You looked at Galavan nervously as he continued. “You weren’t admitted, were you? You put yourself in there. Why?”
“How did you know?”
He was now leaning against his desk with his glass of alcohol in hand. “Just answer the question.”
You hesitated. “…I was scared…”
Galavan frowned. “Of what? What could make you so scared that you would put yourself in an enclosed room with a bunch of ruthless criminals?”
“Arkham had the best security in the world. It was supposed to be secured from all out side intruders. I…” you paused. “There has been a man following me. I thought I’d be safer inside.”
“Who is this man?”
“I don’t know.”
“But Jim Gordon does?” Your eyes widened. “I know he took up your case. You thought you were being stalked and went to the GCPD. If I can recall what I’ve heard, he grew fond of you.”
“He helped me, but that was all” you tried to say.
“He suggested staying at Arkham.”
“He did.”
“If you called him again, asking for help, would he come? Right away?”
You were confused by the question, but answered. “Yes. I think he would.”
Galavan smiled. “That’s all I needed to hear.” He stepped forward. Putting a hand on my shoulder he said, “You’re going to be very useful to the Maniax, (Y/N), just you wait and see.”
A sudden bang came from the roof. You pulled away from him. “Can I go see what that was?”
“Yes, you’re welcome to leave. Just…don’t go far.”
You nodded. You quickly left the room. A feeling of dread settling over you as Galavan had brought up a past life you had just begun to forget. You reached the roof and saw Jerome. He was leaning over the edge wall, staring down, laughing.
“Jerome?” you asked. “What are you doing?”
Also on the room, you saw a hammer. It was just lying there, covered in blood. A giant blood trail led to where Jerome was.
“Come on, (Y/N). Come see what I did” he spoke with laughter in his voice.
Cautiously, you walked to where he was. You leaned over the railing and gasped loudly. You stumbled back. Someone had been tossed onto the ground from their high building. And they were on fire.
“Jerome! What have you done?”
“He was a violinist. You said you like classical music, so I kidnapped one I saw coming out of a theater.”
“Why did you kill him?” you demanded.
He turned to you with a deadly expression. He was still listing though, making him look terrifying.
“Maybe I got sick of waiting for you and ‘Theo’ to finish ‘talking’. If, ya know, that’s what you like calling it.”
You frowned. “What?”
“I must say, (Y/N), I never thought of you as the kind to swing for the oldies. But, hey, maybe Galavan convinced you somehow.” His voice was rough as he spoke.
“What? Me and Galavan? Jerome, what-”
“Don’t think I haven’t noticed how you seem to bend to his every will. He’s got you whipped, that’s for sure.” He chuckled. “Maybe he took a page from Tabitha’s book with you.”
“Jerome, I don’t do what Galavan says because I like him-”
“What is it then?” he demanded. “Is he just that good in the sack that you can’t resist?”
“He saved us, Jerome. I’m grateful.”
“You sure show it” he barked, he started laughing hysterically. But you knew there was no humor there.
You reached out to touch him. But he jerked away.
“What were your talking about then?” he demanded.
“I-I can’t tell you” you said. If Jerome found out you hadn’t been admitted to Arkham, he wouldn’t think of you the same.
He scoffed. “Fine.” He started to leave the roof.
“Jerome, I-”
“Save your breath” he snapped at you. “I’m sure you’ll have more luck with Galavan than me.”
He then left the roof, leaving you alone on with the sounds of screams from below as the body was discovered.
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