Follower- Jeremiah x Reader (Kidnapped 2)
This is what happens when Jerome steals the one thing that Jeremiah has cared about in a long time. (With a special retelling of 4x18)
Warnings: Major Character Death (Mentioned), Kidnapping, Stockholm Syndrome, Slight Jerome x Reader but only for this part
Your eyes widened as you stared at the figure sitting in front of your laptop. “Weren't you just out there?” you stammered.
“Little ol’ me? Oh, Darling, I’ve been sitting right here for the longest time,” the man spoke. He stood up and towered over you. His menacing smile forced you to back up and reach behind you for the doorknob. He placed his arm on the door forcing it to stay closed. “I’ve been waiting here so long for you to return and this is how you treat your guest?”
“Jerome,” you whispered the name falling from your lips like a curse.
“So he has told you about me. I thought he might be too ashamed of me to tell his girlfriend,” Jerome cackled. You were leaned against the wall. Jerome’s face was so close to yours you were sure that he could feel your heart pound. “I’ve been watching you for a while now, Dollface.” You pulled your phone out of your pocket.
“Why don’t we just sit down on my bed and talk?” you suggested fear drenching your every word.
“Do you really want to get on a bed with me?” he retorted, an eyebrow raised.
There was a knock at the door, and your eyes widened. “One minute!” you shouted to the other side of the door.
“You left your coat, (Y/N),” Jeremiah spoke loudly in response. You let out a deep breath.
“Fuck, get in the bathroom,” you whispered attempting to push him in that direction. He smirked as he followed your direction closing the door behind him. You took a sigh and adjusted your hair before opening the door.
“(Y/N)! Here’s your coat, Madame,” Jeremiah spoke as he handed you a jacket.
“This isn’t mine,” you spoke, slightly confused as you took it.
“I also really need to use your restroom,” he blushed.
“I think my roommate is taking a number two right now, but I think there’s a bathroom downstairs,” you smiled toward him.
“Well then I’ll just wait,” Jeremiah spoke as he began to enter. “Hey whose coat is that?” he pointed toward Jerome’s coat on the back of my desk chair.
“It’s mine. I just got it,” you spoke as you put it on. His eyes widened as he caught the familiar scent of the jacket.
“Jerome,” he whispered as he looked over to the bathroom. “You lied to me.”
“Jer, he showed up here and threatened me!” you shouted.
“Hey, Babe. Hello, Brother,” Jerome smirked as he exited the bathroom. He walked over to you and put his arm around your shoulder. “I see you’ve met my girlfriend.” You could feel the chill of the gun as its metal pressed against your back.
“(Y/N), is this true?” Jeremiah asked you. “What am I saying? Of course it’s true. Let me guess, Jerome, you’re here to kill me off once and for all?”
“Now, now, Dear Brother. Killing you off now would be too easy. Taking the girl that you love? Now that would be a feat,” Jerome laughed.
“Jeremiah. Please,” you whispered unable to break free from Jerome’s grasp.
“What, (Y/N)? You promised.” You could see the tears fall down his cheeks.
“Let’s go, Dear,” Jerome spoke tugging on your arm. Tears fell down your cheeks as you were forced to leave your dorm room and go with Jerome.
There you sat against the plush leather seat of the car that you were sure that Jerome stole. He was driving 90 in a 55 weaving in and out of traffic. Why? You decided that it was for the hell of it. “Where are we going?” you shouted against the wind flying against your face.
“Gotham, Baby!” Jerome shouted throwing his fist in the air.
Of course you’d heard of the legendary city. There was no way to tell what he was going to do to you in the city of criminals. Would he sell you to a sex trafficker? Would he just kill you? There was no way to tell what was going on in his mind. You knew that it would be something dangerous, however. The mere thought of it got your adrenaline pumping, and no matter how afraid you were in that moment the uncertainty of your future was something that you’d never felt before.
As the hours passed you watched the rural area that you were just in turn into a urban trash can. As you pulled up to the circus, a shiver ran up your spine just looking at the eerie scene of each section. You knew as you stepped out of his stolen convertible that your life would never be the same.
“Hey, Sugar Plum,” Jerome greeted as he hugged you from behind.
“What are we doing today, Jerome?” you questioned leaning into him. Of course he had changed since you met him. There wasn't a single strand of softness in his body except for when it came to you, his partner in crime.
“We are going to meet up with an old friend of ours,” he smirks.
“Are we dressing to the nines?” you smirked feeling his vibe.
“Oh yes we are. This is a suit and tie occasion, Dear,” Jerome laughed pointing in the direction of the dress that perfectly matched the pale, yellow collared shirt that he had on underneath his white jacket.
“It’s beautiful,” you spoke walking over to it. “How long until we leave?” You picked up the dress and matching white heels.
“Thirty minutes,” he spoke. Your eyes widened as you rushed back into your shared bedroom and began to fix your hair. Twenty-eight minutes later, you walked out of the room wearing the getup that he gave to you along with some minor makeup and hair. “Gorgeous. You might actually upstage me.” He laughed. He extended his hand out to you and you took it. You looked back at the apartment that the two of you shared knowing that this would be the last time that the both of you ever stepped into it.
The music festival was in full swing. The bass rocked through each and every person but especially through your heart. You walked up behind Jerome as he interrupted their performance. You stood alongside Jerome as you obediently agreed to doing all of the things that he asked you to do. You not only did this out of loyalty but fear. Fear that was deeply rooted in your skin since he took you. Your greatest fear whilst in his arms was that he would one day get sick of you and just slice your neck open only to watch in curiosity as the blood dripped from your carotid artery.
You blinked the fear away from your memory as you watched James Gordon push his way through the crowd. Jerome laughs at Gordon’s attempts to get Jerome to stop his plan. It’s too late, however, and Jerome makes his demands. James sighs and agrees to give Bruce Wayne and Jeremiah Valeska.
“Jerome,” you whispered as Gordon walked away.
“Yes, My Sweet?” Jerome smiled.
“What are we going to do to Jeremiah whenever James comes back?” you question as the music begins to play.
“Oh, Darling, we are going to make him as mad as the both of us!” Jerome let out a loud cackle that forced you to wince at the first note. You knew that you were still as sane as the day that you had first been in contact with Jerome, so you shook your head in confusion. Seeing this, Jerome clarified his earlier statement with, “You’ll see soon enough.”
You stood next to Jerome and put back on the insanity act for the public. You slung your arm around Jerome’s shoulders and planted a kiss on his cheek. You reached for the gun that was strapped around your thigh underneath the skirt of your dress and aimed it toward the sky pulling the trigger several times and laughing maniacally. You knew that Jerome could see through your facade, though you knew he was grateful to have someone to ground him through his entire plan. The plan that he had been spilling to you since for years upon years now.
It was only a little while longer when Jerome made the announcement that Jeremiah and Bruce were here. There was a shiver that ran up your spine as you could feel an ominous vibe that filled the area. Jerome, off in his own little parade, continued with his plan as you slowly walked away. You turned around for a second to make sure that none of Jerome’s friends followed you as you ran as fast as you could. Your chest rose and fell as you began to lose your breath as you continued to run toward the only person who you knew could help you.
You zoomed past the trees, making sure to observe your surroundings every few seconds. You held two small gift boxes in your hands with instructions written in sloppy handwriting and a red pen which you still were unsure if the ink was his blood.
“(Y/N), when I die I want you to follow these directions. And whatever you do, don’t get too torn up about it. My mind is already too gone, but Jeremiah’s. Oh My Dear Brother’s, his mind is perfect,” Jerome spoke as he handed you the sheet of paper.
At the time, you were confused, but you agreed to it. And this morning when he gave you the two small gift boxes, you just knew that it was time. You tried not to let the death of the truly broken man that Jerome was get to you. You turned around to see the blimp not in place, and you knew that Jerome’s final plan had failed, but it was your turn to prove his loyalty.
As you arrived at the door of the underground bunker, you knew that there was no other person who could complete the task like you could. This was your test to prove that you were loyal to Jerome and no one else. As you entered the maze that was Jeremiah’s home you felt the tears fall down your cheeks as your heart realized something that it should have already known. You had not feared Jerome himself, but you feared loving him. You feared that when you succumbed to loving the psychotic man that you too would lose your sanity. I truly have lost my mind, you thought as you placed down the two boxes in Jeremiah’s control center.
Step 7: The smaller box is for you. Thank you for everything.
You picked up the smaller box that was specifically addressed to you and pulled open the ribbon. There was a letter and a small perfume bottle.
When you miss me. Feel free to spray some.
You smiled as you uncapped the small bottle and held the circular bottle spraying a few sprays in the air to get the scent. Your eyes widened as the smell was something that you’d smelled before. “No!” you shouted as you collapsed to the floor. You felt yourself losing grips of everything that you’d ever worked for. As the letter fell back to the floor with the backside up you read the small print on the back.
P.S. You wanted to be with Jeremiah? You can have him.
Your vision was blurry as you attempted to get up and leave the house. You tumbled, but made sure not to knock anything over. You walked back into the woods and collapsed finally giving in to the spray that Jerome had specially made for you.
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