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Arkham Asylum is depressing but it does have a certain aesthetic. Dark stone walls and wooden furniture decorate the melancholically looking asylum for the criminal insane. Like many other buildings, it was created to imitate the European gothic style. Impressing, religious and rather sharp or pointed architectures

It is probably one of the reasons why (Y/N) finds the Asylum rather interesting. It certainly is one of her favorite aesthetics, but she also likes Barock or the Austrian Biedermeier. It's softer and more colorful, but Arkhams aesthetic gives her something intimidating and she likes that feeling.

In her first week she was only locked up in her room, because she was a danger to herself and others. (Y/N) would constantly train ballet in the meantime or analyze every corner of her room, or rather her cell, and then sketch it as accurately as possible. Sometimes she would sketch or draw her classmate Hazel.

Helping her might be the reason why she is in this hell hole. The two girls were on their way back to the boarding school from the library, when a strange man approached them. He grabbed Hazel and hit (Y/N) unconscious. When the girl woke up, she heard screaming. The creepy man tried to force himself onto Hazel, but (Y/N) was able to stop him. She found a metal bar and started to hit him repeatedly into the head with it. The scared Hazel called the GCPD, who took (Y/N) with them. A psychologist diagnosed her with an anxiety, personality and eating disorder. They decided that she would get a safer and better rehabilitation if she was sent to Arkham Asylum instead of Black Gate. What the poor girl doesn't know is that her classmate Hazel never had the intention to get her into Arkham, she only did the right thing. She knows better now; doing the right thing in a city like Gotham only leads to more pain and corruption.

After a week, (Y/N) was able to leave her cell for the first time. She wasn't too fond of it, considering that she would need to visit a psychiatrist every second day or go to group therapy. She is in several programs, which should help her to "rehabilitate" soon. But (Y/N) knows that it won't be too easy for her. She hates socializing and rarely talks to anyone nor opens up to someone. Especially not in a place like Arkham. She is free food for the criminals; cute looking, innocent and basically harmless. Little did she know that a certain maniac will find a soft spot for her soon.

"Snap out of it girly." The rather large woman, compared to her, hisses.

"We are here." She explains in annoyance to (Y/N) and opens her restrainments with a key. The girl looks up and glances through the bars in front of her. The comonroom is full of people in the magnificent black and white striped Arkham uniforms. Some are talking to others or themselves, a few play games, while a few inmates don't seem to do anything. It's a little chaotic and (Y/N) feels already uncomfortable. The female guard opens the door and slightly pushes her straight into the cold and deep waters of her new environment. Dumbfounded she looks around, as the bars behind her are being closed and locked again. She feels like a prey in a lions cave. Slowly her feed dances across the cold floor, as they lead her to a lonely table in a corner of the room. Midway she feels a pair of eyes on her, but fails to find the person who stares at her. It makes her feel naked and vulnerable, she doesn't like that either. (Y/N) sits down calmly and let's her eyes roam the room to find something to do. It didn't take long for her to find a bookshelf and after a few minutes of staring at it she finally takes a few steps to the wooden shelf. It takes (Y/N) a few more minutes to finally find an interesting book though. She decides to read "Sleepy Hollow" and wanders back to her place in the lonely corner, where she starts to read the description again.

From the listless repose of the place, and the peculiar character of its inhabitants, who are descendants from the original Dutch settlers, this sequestered glen has long been known by name of Sleepy Hollow ... A drowsy, dreamy influence seems to hang over the land, and to pervade the very atmosphere.

It's from 1820 and fits perfectly into Gotham because of its gothic elements. Terror, supernatural and dark outdoors are just a few of these classic books topics. People may wonder why (Y/N) likes the gothic time period so much, when her outer aesthetic doesn't exactly fit the dark and religious believes of gothic. She wears pastels, fairy like dresses and a bit bitchy skirts or tops. It might be a cause of her personality disorder, a delusional disorder to be exact. She desperately makes herself and others believe that she is innocent, naïv and the sweetest thing, but in reality it's just a safe space. Her psyche wants to protect her from her dark and destructive nature. Reading books like this, or watching horror movies only satisfies her true needs.

The book itself is rather interesting. The protagonist, Ichabod Crane, reminds her a little of herself and a few of the scenarios make her smile.

"Now, now, who do we have here?" A haunting voice makes (Y/N) gasp as she rapidly closes the book. Her hair falls into her face, as she notices a tall figure approaching her. The man takes a seat in front of her and places his hands flatly onto the table. When (Y/N) notices his face, hers turns from shock into horror. The man's face is full of scars, which outline his eyes and jaw, as well as forehead. His lips appear to be in a permanent smile due to the scars.

"Oh wow, if Johnny sees that book, he will behead you." The man grins and takes the old leather out of her hands.

"Boy was bullied in high school all the time, called him Ichabod Crane, even though his real name is Jonathan Crane. Has a better ring to it if you ask me." He lets the book fall onto the floor and finally notices the dumbfounded look on the girl's face.

"Oh sorry, I'm Jerome!" He introduces himself and grins proudly. (Y/N) stays quiet. She is scared and not really sure what he even wants from her. His name is familiar though.

"Maybe you know me, I did a lot of bad things, came back to life even." The girl shakes her head and loses eye contact again. Jerome sighs and takes her hand into his.

"Just your name, pretty please." The girl is obviously uncomfortable and pulls her hand away from his.

"(Y/N)." She whispers and folds her hands under the table. Jerome gestures his hand to his ear and bows himself over the table.

"What was that? Couldn't hear ya."

"(Y/N)!" The pretty girl answers louder and straightens her head to look innocently into his eyes. Jerome likes it. He likes the innocent and shy ones, they are fun to corrupt.

"Cute." The man, Jerome, stands up again and smiles arrogantly down at her.

"Well, see you around doll." With that being said he leaves her alone at her table. A shiver runs down her spine, as she picks up the book from the stoney floor. Shaking her head, she opens it on page 30 and continues her journey in a fictive reality full of monsters and dark fantasies.

Dreams can be something beautiful and adventurous. We learn and live from them, go through new stuff in the deepest place of our imagination. Nightmares are entirely different. They show us our insecurities, our fears. A nightmare seems to go on forever, while a pleasurable dream ends so fastly. (Y/N) was woken up by a nightmare.The man with the beautiful red hair and intimidating eyes, scars and voice forced her to step Hazel in the face with a knife. When she woke up, her body was sweaty and the cold air hit her skin like snow in the winter.

It is going to be yet again another cold night for (Y/N). Goosebumps crawl up her body, as she desperately tries to warm herself. She thinks about the disturbing dream again and can't shut up the voice in her head which says that Hazel would deserve it. She called the police after all. Turning around, shivering she closes her eyes and sighs. If it wasn't for Hazel-

Her thoughts are interrupted as she hears a strange noise in her room (she likes to call her cell that), like a rasping. Her heart beat runs faster, as a hot wave of panic overcomes her. She moves to the nightstand table and turns on the small and dimmed light of the lamp.

A terrible scream escapes her, as she sees the man sitting in her chair beside her.

"Relax doll, it's just me." The scarred man with the ginger hair says as he tries to calm her down.

"What are you doing here?" Her voice is cracking as she speaks and a single tear rolls down her cheek. In her mind she is his next victim. He would probably hurt her, torture, kill or even rape her.

"Oh you know, I'm just looking for a friend." He emphasizes the last word and smiles naïvly. He pulls off his gloves and places them on her nightstand table. He stands up and takes a seat on her bed instead; her scared form is shaking.

"And a sweet doll, like you, needs a friend in a place like this. You see, nobody cares what happens to you." He whispers and brushes his hand through her hair.

"I could hurt you." Jerome moves to press her body down onto her bed, smiling as he sees more tears in her beautiful innocent eyes. His warm hands trace down her neck, painfully slow, and finally he lets them rest on her breasts for a few seconds. He feels her heartbeat running a race, it's delicious.

"But I won't. I will give you a taste of the perks it has to be my friend." He explains and stands up again. The dangerous man reaches for something on the floor and swiftly lays it over her cold body. It's a blanket.

"Your report said something about your anorexic tendencies, so I figured you would freeze at night." Jerome takes his gloves into his strong and warm hands, his smile appears to be frozen on his face.

"I'll give you time to think about it." The tall man bangs onto the door and waits for one of the guards to open it for him. His eyes never leave hers in the process. The door opens up for him and Jerome gives (Y/N) a last wink before he leaves. The strong metal door closes behind him and (Y/N) deeply breathes out. She snuggles herself into the second blanket and closes her eyes.

Jerome read her report, which means that he knows everything now. Her secrets, her diagnosis, her full name, address of her parents, ballet boarding school address, everything. (Y/N) traces her fingers over the same parts of her body as he did and just stops above her left breast. Why would he do that? Does he want to seduce her? Make her feel wanted, needed or even protected? Or are his intentions deeper? He could have done it to force her into submission, to show her that he is in control, which he definitely is. The ginger haired maniac probably did it as a warning, a warning what he could do or would do if she doesn't do as he pleases.

Before sinking into another nightmare, (Y/N) thinks about the best way to get information about Jerome. She needs to know who she befriends with.

Her next day started off even worse than the last one. (Y/N) was able to snuck into the record room and wanted to search for every folder from block E with the name Jerome on it. She was only able to find two and her head told her to open the one with the surname VALESKA printed on it. Bingo. In the folder is a picture of Jerome and his criminal-record. She feels bad for doing something illegal, but this is important. It could save her life after all.

Name: Jerome Valeska

Gender: male

Age: 26

Date of birth: April, 1st

Place of birth: Kansas General, Kansas City

Height: 6'0

Weight: 176 Ibs

Hair: red

Eyes: blue and green

Body: tall, muscular, slim

Tattoos: non

Scars: all over the face, neck, upper body (see picture)

Details: freckles

Crime: homicide, matricide, , arson, terrorism, kiddnaping, illegal use of weapons and drugs, theft crimes, pretending to be a police officer, damage of state goods, manipulation

'He definitely has a fair list of crimes.' (Y/N) thinks and looks through more details, shaking her head in the process. He definitely shouldn't be her friend, he would drag her down and destroy her innocent nature. (Y/N) sighs and closes the folder, ready to place it back, when she hears a voice.

"Found something interesting?" Jerome taunts her. She turns around and looks straight into the serious, but still beautiful eyes of Jerome Valeska.

"I was hoping that you would follow me blindly, but I guess you are not half as dumb as I thought you would be." Ashamed she looks down onto the eggshell colored folder in her hands, her heart feels heavy all of a sudden.

She feels him getting closer, his hands are touching her shoulders, gripping them with a dominating force.

"Tell me doll, have I awakened some interest in you." His head appears beside hers, his lips form a cruel smirk.

"I came to the conclusion that it would be safer to stick around you." She answers and closes her eyes, her head falls down in sadness. (Y/N) knows that devoting her life into his hands is a deadly game, but she doesn't have another option. He would either make it a living hell or he would make sure that someone else destroys it. The last one won't happen if she would be his friend, at least she is sure about that.

"Good little doll you are." He whispers and stands up again.

"Just so you know; after reading my records-" Jerome pauses and grins disturbingly bright.

"I've done way more things than they gave me credit for." Jerome helps her to stand up and places his arm around her waist, leading her out of the record room.

"Now let me introduce you to my other friends."

Jerome's other friends are rather interesting. Jervis Tetch, who calls himself the Mad Hatter, only speaks in rhymes and lives in his delusional wonderland. He might be creepy, but Jerome's other friend Jonathan Crane, aka the Scarecrow, is even creepier. In the past few days she has only seen his face once and (Y/N) is certain that he is younger than Jerome. She almost feels sorry for him, but Jerome would make sure that she doesn't. Hanging out with them made her realize that nobody treated her with disrespect or talked to her. They are scared of Jerome, Jonathan and Jervis after all, which makes her feel safe and protected.

But being the friend of a criminal also brings a lot of damage to her psyche. He wants her to do some smaller jobs for him which include persuading, stealing and playing his sweet girlfriend. She hates that. He would want her to sit on his lap, play with his hair or just softly touch him somewhere. It is meant to intimate others, show them that the boss has a nice girl on his side. Pure manipulative intentions, nothing else. Though, sometimes (Y/N) doesn't know if his sexual jokes are meant to be, well jokes, or if he is being serious. A man like Jerome is hard to read and to understand, he is unpredictable and dangerous. If it meant to prove a point he would kill her, hurt her, torture her. Just to prove a point. But there is one thing she learned; Jerome is not a rapist. He despises who are. It's the only positive thing (Y/N) can say about him.

"Doll?" He whispers into her ear, making her shudder under his firm grip on her shoulders.

"You aren't that innocent are you?" His question not only confuses her, but insults her.

"What do you mean?" She wonders, her brows turn into a confused frown. (Y/N) is pretty sure that she is innocent.

"Oh come on princess, don't play stupid with me." The devil let's his hands wander down her arms, taking her fingers into his.

"Everything around you screams ballet and butterflies, but let's be for real. Your cherry has already been popped." Jerome's disgusting smile haunts her nightmares tonight for sure. Her face turns red, as she pulls her fingers away from his, standing up from her place on his lap.

"No." She spits out angrily, taking a few steps away from him.

"You think you know me, but you don't. I am innocent."

"You are delusional." Angry, (Y/N) walks away, leaving Jerome giggling alone.

"Come on doll, I didn't mean it like that!" Jerome shouts after her, causing the whole common room to look at them. He loves the attention.

"Fuck off Vakeska. You are the one being delusional, did you really think that I like this thing we have going on?" (Y/N) knows that she shouldn't have said that. Jerome’s laughter dies abruptly, his grin turns into an angry grimace, showing his teeth.

"I'd better sleep with one eye open tonight if I were you doll."

That day, (Y/N) learned to not anger Jerome. He took away her second blanket and didn't offer her protection, which the perverted psychos fastly caught up to. Nothing happened though, because whoever tried anything died all of a sudden. Later in her room, (Y/N) danced an hour or two before she went to sleep. She misses dancing a lot and tries to keep up with the classic steps of Swan Lake. Which is hard without a mirror and pointe shoes, but it's possible. Her sleep, of course, was haunted by the red haired devil again. In her dream he was not as scary as in real life, but still pleased her nightmares non the less. She woke up, crying and freezing. (Y/N) wants to apologize tomorrow, she would need his protection and a second blanket that is. The girl turns herself, trying to find a good sleeping position as a scream escapes her. A figure, tall and proud, hovers in the corner of her cell. She turns on the lamp on her bed side table and shudders as she sees the Scarecrow. Confused, she presses the blanket against her body, glancing at the scary man.

"Did Jerome send you?"

"Yes." His answer is cold and short, his intentions unreadable. (Y/N) is truly frightened, he could do anything now.

"What does he want, Jonathan?" The man is silent for a moment, a little overwhelmed. No one dares to say his name.

"He wants you." The Scarecrow takes a few steps to the tired and horrified looking girl on her bed.

"Don't fight him. Don't fight me." Crane knows that reminding her of that is useless, of course she would fight them. (Y/N) jumps up from her bed, trying to escape the tall, lanky figure but is immediately stopped by him. He catches her hair, pulling her back into his grasp.

"Please, let go of me!" Her struggling is making him feel annoyed, which is why he starts to drag her with him, out of her cell. He doesn't want to play around anymore. Putting a hand over her mouth, to silence her screams, Crane abducts the poor soul. He pulls and pushes her around, not caring that she is crying. Jerome wanted him to do that, scaring her, hurting her a little. It's just the preparation for what's to come. And (Y/N) knows that too.

After what feels like five minutes, they finally arrive before Jerome's cell, where a nervous officer stands, looking at them, his fingers shaking. He is bought for sure.

"Open the door and let us in." Crane demands, his voice sounds a little strange under the burlap sack. The officer opens the heavy metal doors and let's Scarecrow and the girl in. Waiting for something to happen.

Jonathan gives her one last push, which makes (Y/N) fall onto the stoney floor. A soft pained cry escapes her, which leads a raspy voice to laugh in the corner of the cold and dark room. (Y/N) is aware of who this laugh belongs to. It always taunts her in her dreams.

"Thank you Johnny." Jerome speaks and walks gracefully to the young woman on the floor. He would lie if he said that she doesn't turn him on in the slightest.

"You can leave now, old friend, but make sure that ugh- Officer Lang, leaves too." Nodding his head, Crane doesn't make any attempt to walk out of Jeromes cell.

"Right. You'll get your chemistry kit tomorrow morning." The red head promises with a warning smile.

"Nice doing business with you Vakeska." With that being said, Jonathan leaves the two alone, not wanting to stay and watch the show. He leaves poor (Y/N) in the lion's cave, literally.

The dimmed light in the room and the ongoing silence make (Y/N) nervous. She doesn't quite know what he would do to her now. It makes her feel sick.

"You know doll, I always liked 'em feisty." Jerome speaks up, circling her.

"But offending me in front of everyone was a number too big, especially for you."

A hurtful cry escapes (Y/N), as the devil pulls her up on her hair, so she could stand and look him in the eyes.

"Don't you think?" He asks, his bright grin long gone.

"Yes and I'm sorry I don't know what went through me." She wants to make him understand that she normally doesn't react like that. But Jerome doesn't buy it.

"Oh I know sweets. It just makes me wonder what exactly went through you." His smile returns, as he grabs her neck, pulling her closer to him.

"Remember the night I visited you and offered you to be my friend?" The girl nods her head underneath his, still rather soft, grip, making him grin in agony.

"Every innocent girl would have had a different reaction than you did when I touched you here." Jerome's other hand wanders up, groping her left breast, making her pathetically whimper in the process. The young man pulls her closer enjoying the moment a little bit too much. He can feel his blood rushing downwards, when he notices that the sweet (Y/N) doesn't wear a bra at all.

"You are not innocent sweet cheeks. I bet you are a whore."

(Y/N) is under shock. She can feel her body stiffen under his touch, but she kind of likes it. That scares her. How could he just grope her and her body even likes it?

"No, I'm not a whore." She breathes out, trying to pry his hand off of her.

"Sure." Jerome comments and starts to slowly push her in the direction of the wall.

"Wanna play a game doll? It's called cat and mouse." (Y/N) doesn't like the sound of it.

"I'm gonna let go of you now and you get three seconds to run, got it?" Three seconds may seem short, but Jerome's cell isn't that big. When he lets go of her, (Y/N) starts to run in a different direction. It doesn't take long for Jerome to catch up with her though. He jumps her after six seconds, making both of them crush onto the floor. Him on top of her. A classic.

"Please Jerome." (Y/N) whispers and makes an attempt to crawl underneath him.

"Yes, start begging bitch." He groans, pulling her closer to his form, pressing her back against his front. Her struggling feels pretty good and she rubs just the right places. She must have some sort of experience.

"Gosh don't stop babe." He groans. Now (Y/N) is truly scared and confused. Jerome is into fighting. Her innocent side would tell her to stop. If she continues, she would just provoke his primitive urges more and more. Somehow, she doesn't react to her logical and innocent side. She wants to fight, she wants to prove to him that she is stronger than he thought.

She's wild. All scratching and biting. Jerome fights her too, the game just started to get interesting after all. His grip burns on her wrists, as he pushes her flatly against the floor, her breath hitches in her throat.

"I hate you." She groans, losing hope.

"I love you." He moans, gaining control. It always will be a fight between them, but for now Jerome just wants this one thing. He pulls the wrists of her hands together, fixing them with his larger and stronger left hand. His other brushes down her upper body, making goosebumps appear on her skin, as his hand slowly disappears underneath her dress. At first she feels a little disgusted and violated, but then, his fingers strike her sensitive spot. A shudder runs over her body, making Jerome giggle. He isn't quite sure why he does this, but it feels right. The devil starts to rub and please his new prey, making her react to his sinful actions. Her mind shut down. She loves every bit of it and leaves him to completely control her body. He might not want to believe her that this is her first time, but it in fact is. She only touched herself once, but she felt regret immediately. This feels wrong but so perfect at the same time. Her hands feel weak and numb in his grip, a mewling escapes her here and there.

"You are so wet, doll." He sights and slowly pulls out his hand.

"Just let me take you. Let me take care of you." He corrects himself, as he opens the zip of his pants. Her expression is drowsy and her pupils are delighted. She seems high, not reacting to his demands.

"Princess?" He shakes her a little, waking her from her strange condition.

"Let me have you." She nods, spreading her legs a little just for him. Jerome sees it as an open invention and frees himself from his boxers. He takes his time, pulling down her panties, looking into her eyes the whole time. He catches sight of her expression, which makes him startle a little. He sees pure terror in them. He swallows down a nod in his throat as he positions himself between her legs, touching her wetness a last time with his slender fingers. He wants to make sure that she is ready for him. Where would be the fun in raping her?

"Doll, I'm going to fuck you. Are you aware of that?" Jerome isn't quite sure if she really wants it, but again she just nods and whispers a little 'yes please'. He won't get anything else out of her. Jerome breathes out heavily and then pushes himself forward.

Her eyes widen, a blood curdling scream can't escape her, as she chokes on air a little. It's painful. It's so painful. She feels every bit of him; too long and too thick. It's not what she expected at all, the pain is different from what she felt before in her life. He slowly moves himself in and out, trying to catch a rhythm. He looks down onto her shocked expression and quickly moves his eyes away from her. He is truly ashamed of himself, using her vulnerability for his benefits. It makes him angry, he wants her to enjoy it too, she has to. She is a whore, she enjoyed other men and now she would enjoy him. She has to. His moves turn quicker, snapping onto her.

Soft cries and groans escape both of them, his urges encourage him to go deeper, harder, faster. And (Y/N) feels like she's been ripped in half. It takes a minute until the pain feels numb and it takes another for her to feel the growing pleasure. Her cries turn into whimpers and whimpers into sad moans. She tries to loosen the grip he has on her, closing her eyes as she lets him go down on her.

He is erratic and a little aggressive, but it doesn't pain her anymore. Jerome likes her new reaction and snaps his hips into her a little harder. Her wrists swell under his grip and her neck hurts, as he starts to strangulat her.

(Y/N) is aware that this is toxic. A first time is not supposed to go like this. Every part of her body would hurt tomorrow. She just doesn't care anymore.

"Fuck, you suck it up like a bitch." He curses and rams himself deeper into her, hitting a spot which makes her tear up in pleasure.

"I hope that you're on birth control, because I'll blast my load into ya." He groans and opens his mouth to let out an animalistic growl.

"Jerome." A shudder runs over her body as she buries her face in the crook of his neck. He hears every sound, every cry and scream as she cums. She is shaking, hard and tears stream down her face. It's the most beautiful sight he can imagine at the moment. It doesn't take long for him. Jerome lets out a choked cry and closes his eyes as he fucks himself through his orgasm.

They stay in the same position for a moment, just breathless and sweating. He pulls himself out just to find his cock traced with blood. Many thoughts go through his head at the moment.

I am too rough. Did I hurt her? Is she on her period? Is she going to bleed out?

It's then when she decides to speak up, that he completely loses it.

"I told you I was a virgin."

Jerome pulls himself back into his pants and takes a few steps away from her, angered and disgusted with himself. How did he not notice it? The signs were obvious. The terror in her eyes, she was too tight and her pained expression was too hurtful to look at. Jerome feels sick in his gut. He broke her hymen, he made her bleed and cry, he hurt her. She was innocent, she was truly innocent and he destroyed her. He should feel proud, but he doesn't. He made his obsession unclean, he printed her, he probably even raped her.

"Jerome?" (Y/N) asks, scared of his reaction.

"Can you do that to me sometime again please?" The ginger looks up confused and restless.

"You liked it?" He wonders and swallows down the urge to cry. He may seem like that strong bully who gives two shits about his fuck buddy, but the truth is that Jerome wants to do it right. He just loses himself all the time and would constantly hurt the other. He is useless.

"Yes. I would like it, if you'd do that again to me." A soft smile appears on her pale face. It relieves Jerome.

"Did you mean it?" She asks him and looks hopeful into his beautiful dark eyes.

"What do you mean sweets?"

"Do you love me?" Jerome swallows hard and turns his back to her. No he doesn't love her. But he might learn to in time.

"Come and find it out, doll." His voice sounds playful, but deep down he feels stressed.

Empty promises are his specialty after all.

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