Just A Girl in Arkham (Jerome x reader) Part 3
Word Count: 2598 Warnings: electroshock therapy, voices, hallucinating, blood and bruises A/N: hey guys! So this is part three, probably like two more parts, at least, maybe more, just depends. Sorry this took so long to get up, it’s a little longer than the others, so I don’t think anyone is gonna complain. Enjoy! Your body shook as electricity coursed through it. Biting down hard on the piece of leather in your mouth, you tried to stifle a scream. “Turn the voltage up two percent.” Someone instructed. You shook your head frantically as you heard those awful words. “No, no!” You tried to speak, but found you couldn’t as the shocks started up again, even more painful this time. You didn’t notice it, but your body had gone from shaking to convulsing. You grit your teeth as the ‘treatment’ came to an end. Some treatment. They actually thought sending electricity through your brain could somehow ‘shock’ you back to sanity. Someone removed the leather from your mouth, and you attempted to bite who ever’s hand it was. You received a sharp blow to the cheek for this, but you only smirked. You didn’t fight as your body was unstrapped from the table, pulled off, and roughly held upright. Looking down at your arms you could see large blotches of purple and blue forming at your wrists, forearms, and biceps. Small cuts were bleeding openly around the edges of the bruises where you’d pulled against the straps that held you down. Three large men held you up as two more came at you with a straightjacket. You whimpered slightly as they harshly strapped you into the restrictive material, not minding your injuries. The moment they were done, pills were shoved into your mouth, and a muzzle was strapped around your face, effectively stopping you from spitting out the medicine. You glared at the guards and doctors in front of you, letting out a growl when one of the nurses came towards you with a syringe. She jumped slightly, but continued trying to administer whatever drug was in the needle. You didn’t remember when the guards had let you go, but they had. They must have thought you were to incapacitated to fight back. ‘Stupid.’ You thought to yourself. You let the nurse come closer until she was right next to you. She had barley pressed the needle to your neck when you ducked and connected your head with her stomach. She let out a pained sound before falling back and crumpling to the floor. ‘Poor thing.’ You thought sarcastically as multiple guards grabbed you and forced you to the ground. You felt the cold metal of the needle on your neck, then the sharp sting that came with being injected with medicine. You winced as you felt the needle slid out of your skin. The next thing you knew, you were being hauled off of the floor. Your vision was fuzzy, and you couldn’t feel your legs. This must have been expected, because a wheelchair was brought into the room a moment later. After being strapped in, the guards transported you down multiple halls to your solitary cell. Once you arrived at the large metal door, two men unstrapped you as another opened it. You were shoved inside very unceremoniously. As you fell face first to the ground, you heard the door slam shut behind you; lock clicking into place, and deadbolt sliding across the door. You immediately drug your head against the floor, rubbing and straining until the strap on the muzzle loosened. A few minutes later, and it was off completely. You spit out the pills with a disgusted look on your face before falling back onto the floor. You rolled over and let out an annoyed sigh. You were utterly bored. And crazy sore. It was always the same. Wake up, be in the cell. Get taken to therapy, come back to the cell. Food in between. Not even decent food. You slowly sat up and looked around your cell. It was one of those cells you’d see in a movie; white padded everything. ‘Too white,’ you decided. “Oh, yep. Definitely too white. It would be tons better with color…maybe red?” Your head swung around, trying to find where the voice had come from. Your eyes widened and a grin formed on your face once you realized what was going on. “Your back.” You stated rather than asked. “Yes, we are.” A different voice answered. Though you knew you wouldn’t see anything, you still looked around the room. “Since when?” You asked as you moved over to the small mat that served as a bed. “Since you decided to stop taking the little green pills.” Yet another voice answered you. ‘Well, I won’t be bored.’ You thought. “Oh, no. You won’t.” Another voice assured. The smile never left your face. This was gonna be great.
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“Jerome, come here, please.” Jerome appeared a moment later, coming through the large double doors on the far side of the room. “Yes, Mr. Galavan.” He answered as his eyes landed on Theo’s figure. He was sitting on one of the couches that stood in the middle of the area, holding a file. Theo motioned for Jerome to sit down, which he did, jumping onto the couch opposite Theo, sitting Indian style. “Well, I’ve talked to Tabitha, and she says that Y/n was one of the original candidates for this group. Before she, you know- “ “Killed four guys and got locked up in solitary?” Jerome finished, grinning proudly. “Four? I thought it was two…” Theo searched his papers before nodding. “Ah, ok. Four.” “So, can we get her out?” The ginger asked eagerly. “Well...” Theo started as Jerome looked at him expectantly. “She’s very dangerous, understand. She didn’t just kill her brother, she killed over half of the people in her apartment building, as well as about forty of her brother’s ex-girlfriends and lovers. In total, it was about ninety-six people.” Jeromes expression changed to one of admiration. “Is that a yes?” He said, half begging. “I think we can manage that.” Theo said after a long stretch of silence. Jeromes face broke into a large smile. “Woohoo!” He whooped, jumping up off the couch and spinning in a circle. “I’m getting my girl back!” “Go get ready, Jerome.” Theo said sternly. “There’s a delicate process for this, it needs to go smoothly.”
“Perfect!” Jerome saluted him before turning and dashing out of the room.
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Jerome hid his face beneath his cap as he passed some guards in the hallway. He quickly made his was down to the lower levels, Barbra right behind him. They made it down to the solitary level without being seen. Finding your room was the next challenge. Jerome walked from door to door, checking the patient numbers. Seven rooms down, he found you. Patient number 6663. Barbra ran down the hall to find you a wheelchair as Jerome entered your cell. Careful to be as quiet as he could, he unlocked the door to your room.
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You’d already been to electro for the day, and now you were working on getting out of your straight jacket. Jerome walked over to you and undid the last latch. “Thanks, J.” You said, sending him a wink. “Anything for you dollface.” He replied, sitting down next to you. “Find anything interesting?” You asked, laying back in his lap. He shook his head, pouting. “Not a thing.” He said, running his fingers through your hair. You hummed in approval. You sat up straight as you heard the door being unbolted. You looked at Jerome with fear in your eyes. “You gotta go, J!” You said frantically. He shook his head. “No, doll. I ain’t leaving ya.” He argued. You pushed him towards the door. “Go, Jerome. Now!” You wrapped the straight jacket around yourself and turned to face the corner as the door opened. Looking back, you could see Jerome sneak out as a guard stepped in. He shined his flashlight around before leaving, locking the door behind him.
Guards P.O.V.
“Nothin’, she’s talking to herself again.” He said into his radio. “I think ya need to up her dosage, though.” He said as he walked away.
Your P.O.V.
About three hours after the guard came to check on you, Jerome came back. But, you were already having a conversation, so you ignored him. Which made him upset, so he went and sat by the door to pout. “He looks so angry.” You laughed, pointing to Jerome’s hunched over figure. “You’re right! He does!” Someone responded. “He looked like a mad tomato.” Another said. Your expression changed from amused to deadly in a matter of seconds. “Don’t call him a tomato!” You screamed, throwing the straight jacket towards the voice, forgetting you wouldn’t be able to hit them. In the middle of your outburst the door opened. You didn’t notice, but Jerome did. “Y/n!” He called out at the same time the guard did. You paused and turned slowly to face the door. Your eyes widened as you saw Jerome, dressed in a guards uniform, standing next to Jerome, who was wearing his asylum jumpsuit. “No, no, no!” You said at a normal tone before it turned to screaming. You shook your head and backed into a corner. “Go away! Get out of here!” You continued to scream as you covered your ears with your hands, falling to the ground.
Jeromes P.O.V.
The smile fell off my face as Y/n began screaming at me. I watched in confusion as she backed into the corner, crying. “Oh, baby, what did they do to you?” I whispered, horrified, as I caught a glance of her ‘therapy sheet’. Electroshock. “Jerome, make him go away!” I heard her scream again. I rushed into the room, only to have her yell again upon seeing me. “Jerome, that’s not you. I need him gone.” She said frantically. I was about to answer when I realized that she wasn’t talking to me, rather to the space next to me. She paused and listened for a moment before nodding her head. I watched as she cautiously walked up to me and touched my arm. It was a quick touch, almost like a tap, but it made her eyes widen in shock. Turning to the same space next to me, she began screaming again. “You lied! You lied to me! Make him go away!” She ran behind the door and emerged with a straight jacket, one she’d obviously gotten out of. Before I could react, she threw it right past me, barely missing my face. It hit the wall, hard, and she smirked triumphantly, as if she’d just won a game. Her expression changed once she saw me again, and she quickly looked down. “J, is that you?” She asked quietly, not looking at me. “Yeah, baby. It’s me.” She shook her head no as if she didn’t believe me. “Y/n,” I said, carefully touching her on the arm. She hissed in pain and pulled away. “Y/n, doll, what’s wrong? Show me, please.” I said softly. She reluctantly held out her arm so that I could roll up her sleeve. I pushed away the material and inhaled sharply. Bruises littered her s/c arm delicately in the shape of thick cuffs, cuts outlining the bruises. “May I?” I asked, gesturing to her skirt. She nodded once, and I knelt in front of her, pulling up her skirt. I covered my mouth in horror. Her legs were covered in bruises and blood, so much that I could hardly see her skin. “Come here, baby.” I scooped her up in my arms.” I’m gonna get ya out of here.” She let out a shaky breath and clutched the front of my shirt as I carried her out into the corridor, where Barbra was waiting with a wheelchair and a disguise. I let her down and held her up gently while she got dressed. “Hey, Y/n.” Barbra said softly, helping her put on the doctor’s uniform. Y/n gave her a slow smile as she finished before her legs suddenly gave out. I caught her easily and placed her in the chair, pushing it quickly to the back entrance. Barbra ran ahead to open the door so that it was open by the time I got Y/n there. We’d only passed two guards on our way out, and they hadn’t asked any questions. I quickly lifted Y/n from the chair and rushed to the car that was waiting to take us back to the Galavans penthouse.
Your P.O.V.
You groaned as you rolled over, only just becoming aware of a massive headache. You sat up slowly and rubbed your head, wincing at the light that got past the curtains on the windows. Wait, windows. You didn’t have windows. Where were you? You opened your eyes and looked around. You didn’t recognize the room you were in. “Where am I?” You wondered out loud as you sat up. “Where do you think?” A voice answered. You blinked several times, looking around the room again. “I don’t know,” you finally said,” but at least it’s not Arkham, right?” “That’s true. It’s not Arkham. But now we’ve got another problem. Someone’s got us. All of us.” Another voice answered. “All of us?” You questioned. “Yes, all of us. We go with you. Someone has you, they have us all.” A different voice explained. “Great.” You muttered, falling back onto the bed.
Jeromes P.O.V.
I was outside of Y/n’s door about to go check on her when I heard her talking. “Where am I?” Her voice was muffled by the door, but I could still hear her. She paused for a moment before speaking again. “I don’t know, but at least it’s not Arkham, right?” She paused for a short period before asking, “All of us?” I listened in confusion, but the only thing I heard after that was her muttering ‘great’, and a small thump, indicating that she’d fallen back onto the bed. I chose that moment to knock on the door lightly and walk into the room. “Good morning, sugar.” I said, not even trying to keep the worry out of my voice. The moment she heard me, Y/n sat up and her eyes went wide. “Jerome!” She cried out. She was about to get out of the bed, but I stopped her, instead climbing into the bed with and on top of her. I held myself up on my forearms, minding her injuries. “Hi.” I breathed, my face inches from hers. “Hi.” She giggled, wrapping her arms around my torso. I rolled to the side, placing my arms tightly but gently around her. I held her for a few moments before I had to ask. “So, are they…ya know, back?” I asked. I could practically feel her roll her eyes.
Your P.O.V.
You knew exactly what he was talking about. You’d told him when you’d first met him that you’d had voices talk to you. At least, before they made you take all those pills. Then they’d stopped. “Yeah, they kept me from being lonely in solitary…” You trailed off when his grip around you tightened slightly, getting more protective. “Anyways,” you said, changing the subject,” why am I here?” “Aww, princess. I rescued you, of course.” Jerome said in a matter of fact tone. “Of course, you did.” You snorted slightly before composing yourself. “No, really.” You looked up into his eyes, e/c meeting stormy blue. Jerome grinned happily. “Because I didn’t wanna leave ya in Arkham all by yourself. Besides, I’ve got some friends I wanna introduce you to. You’re gonna love ‘em.” “Only if they’re a bunch of maniacs.” You retorted. This made Jerome’s grin widen. “You bet they are, babe.” He said, kissing the top of your head. “A bunch of maniacs.”
