Jerome's POV
I took a knife out of the door and slowly stepped into the hallway, looking around. I'm glad I decided to wear clothes to bed tonight. Well, a tank top and boxers.
"Hello?" I whispered, walking into the living room cautiously. I looked around as my foot hit something. I looked down to see Emma, passed out. "Shit," I whispered, kneeling down. I heard a foot step behind me, but it was too late. A cloth was held over my mouth as I fell into the dark heaviness of sleep.
I slowly wake up, looking around the room, my vision blurry. This isn't the living room. This isn't the mansion. I try to stand up, to find that my wrists and ankles are tied to a chair with rope. I looked around the small room. It was dirty. The floor was stained with blood. The concrete walls had bullet holes. There was a metal door in the corner of the room. Not jail. Not the asylum. Where am I? I jump as the door opens and closes with a heavy noise of metal crashing into the wall. I stare at Crystal as she stares back at me. "Jerome," she said. "Yea, yea, whatever, let me go," I mutter, glaring. "I can't do that," she whispered. "And why's that?" I asked, turning my was a little and smiling. "You're a wanted man Mr. Valeska."
(I will be ending this story soon! Sorry! I'm open to role play through messaging.)
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Me? Crazy? Never
RandomEmma's family moved to Gotham to join the circus. Things are going okay, until she catches Jerome killing his mom. When Jerome gets out of the asylum, he can't get her out of his head. And the crazy thing is, she can't get him out of hers. I threw m...
