I’m sorry - Jerome Valeska x Reader
- PREVIOUS TITLE: Woops? - RE-UPLOADED BC IT WASN'T APPEARING ON THE TAGS I’D PUT ON.
Warning: Curses, upset Bruce. Nothing too bad this time.
Synopsis: Reader is Bruce Wayne’s Older sister. Jerome attacks the household - not knowing about reader. His plans soon shift from Bruce to You.
A/N: I know this isn’t all accurate for the show. I don’t know how old Bruce actually is, I saw 12/13 on a few websites, bit i thought it was a bit young.
I left it open, possibly for another part, if you want one, let me know!
Being Bruce Wayne’s older sister had its perks - You have Alfred, the company you share with your younger brother. You’re very much alike - having been close your whole lives, not really having many friends, you confided in each other, and became each other best friends, despite the age gap, you being 18, and bruce only being 14. The age gap wasn’t massive - and you very much enjoyed being around your younger brother. It was fun.
Though being the Sister of Bruce - Well, being a Wayne at all really. People wanted you dead, people wanted your business. Heck, some people wanted You in general. It was strange - Bruce had one friend, Selena, a homeless girl, who was pretty cool in your opinion. She knew how to take care of herself, and she was everything you wanted to be. You were shy - not particularly outgoing - and you didn’t know how to fight. Sure, you’re a teenager, and you have quite the mouth on you, but that’s nothing.
It was a quiet night in the manor when it all kicked off. You and bruce were messing around in the living room - laughing and having a good time, just like you used to with your mother and father. When a band came from downstairs, and you both stood frozen in your places, the pillows you had been using now on the floor in front of the two of you. That was when it happened - when, He happened.
Jerome Valeska - considered armed, and Dangerous. In your opinion, yes, Armed and dangerous, but lord-almighty knew what he was doing when this boy was created. His vibrant hair - his freckled skin, perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect was what he was to you - minus the whole ‘ I’m fucking bat shit insane ‘ stuff. Bruce instantly made a move towards you, standing protectively in front of you despite the fact it made no difference - with the height difference of the two of you - Jerome could still see your face clearly, and by the look on his. He was very, very pleased.
Jeromes intentions upon entering Wayne Manor remained the same - kill bruce, and leave - simple, easy. That was until he laid his eyes on you, too old to be bruce’s girlfriend, too pretty even. Not his mother - too young, and to, Alive - Ha. He watched as Brucie moved in front of you - obviously as some sort of protection attempt. Though the size difference - it didn’t work - and it made him laugh.
The laugh radiated through the silent room. Your eyes locked with Jerome’s, and held, until he moved, snickering and pointing a gun at your younger brother. Instincts kicked in, and you shoved the smaller boy behind you, snarling at the ginger teenager.
“ Don’t fucking come near us! “ was what you told him, yet he simply laughed in return. “ I think it’s a little late for that, huh, doll? “ . The nickname made your insides melt - and you held back a purr. Shaking your head, you snarled yet again. “ Get out of my DAMN house! “ you bellowed, hoping that it would drive him away, yet it did nothing. He simply grinned.
Jerome didn’t know Bruce had any family left - well, Alfred, but that old fool simply doesn’t count. “ Its funny, Brucie, you failed to mention you had a sister, and such a hot sister too “ He tutted “ Keeping her from me, what kind of person would do that? “ He frowned, stepping closer to the two of you “ I think its disrespectful, and to be honest, i think.. “ He trailed off, moving quickly, until he was stood in front of you, his grin back, and his index finger stroking your cheek “ I think you should let her come with me, as, you know, a peace offering “
Bruce was infuriated by what Jerome had proposed - give him, a complete and utter nut job, his only remaining, blood, family member?! Stupid. Though, what he didn’t know, is that you were considering it. So when your eyebrow raised, Bruce quickly moved out from behind you and stood next to you, quickly releasing the word ‘ No ‘ before you could speak.
You looked down at your younger brother and shook your head, looking back to the Criminal in front of you. “ You’ll leave Bruce alone, after, correct? “ You wanted to make sure, though you doubted he would keep his promise anyway. Jerome cheerfully nodded his head, humming in a reply to your question.
You glanced to your brother, sighing deeply before leaning down to mutter a soft ‘ I’m sorry Brucie ‘ to him, before standing up “ Okay, I’ll go with you. “ You confirmed, not daring Glance to the broken face of your brother. Jerome clapped his hands, grinning as he reached out and grabbed your own,
“ Goodie! Now, Brucie, it was a pleasure, doing buisness with you! I’ll see you another time! Now, Doll, lets go! We have so much to do~ “