Gotham Imagines (Requests Closed)

Date // Jerome Valeska

H/C = hair color

F/V = favorite restaurant

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You sighed as you shifted your weight uneasily from foot to foot. You were preparing for your first date with Jerome.

This very attractive ginger had his goals set on you from the first time he laid his maniacal eyes on you. Your sweet face, H/C hair, and your fabulous body mesmerized him. He was totally different around you. He showed you his sweet, kind, caring side, instead of the totally crazy side. He was undeniably infatuated by you, and you knew it.

The way his face would soften, and light up when you were near. You would always be his downfall, his Achilles heel.

You loved him just as much as he did you, but you hardly ever showed it. After all, you wouldn't want to be his destruction.

~FLASH BACK~

"Hello, darling." As he says this in a seductively sweet whisper, you melt. There wasn't anyone else in the park, and you had come here to work on some stuff for your classes.

"Hi, Jerome." You reply curtly, not betraying how you actually feel.

Shivers run up your spine, as he traces his finger across your cheek. You want to dissolve into his touch, but resist.

"Jerome, what are you doing? I have work to do."

"What work? Maybe I could help." He replies, sitting beside you on the park bench.

"Hmph, if you really wanna do this boring stuff, then yeah, go ahead."

With vigor, he takes the script that you had been analyzing for an hour. You were on your way to becoming an actress, and this was just another assignment that was important to your training.

"...." Jerome's face falls, as he struggles to make sense of your handwriting, all the big words, all the inner monologue, all the beats and actions, and all that other stuff.

"This is utter nonsense! Why don't we do something else. Its almost dinner. We should get get something to eat, my treat." He suggests, and you nod wearily.

In F/R, you sat facing each other, and tried making conversation.

"How have you been?" He asks, as he fiddles with his fork.

"Good, you?"

"I'm good..." You nod at his statement, and take a sip of your ice water.

"Y/N, Ineedtosaysomethingandyoumightsayno,butIreallylikeyou,doyouwanttogoonadate?"

"Huh?" You couldn't understand him, 'cause he was going so fast. He inhales worriedly.

"Do you want to go on a date?"

~FLASHBACK ENDS~

These words had stopped your heart, and a weird feeling rose in your chest.

"Yes." You had whispered. Now you were all primped up, and you were nervous.

What if he changed his mind? He might not like me anymore?

You shake your head, hair bouncing around your worried face. Your heart flutters, and Jerome knocks on the door.

"Ready, hon?" He says cockily.

"Yes."

At the park, you helped him spread a blanket on a small hill, and set up the dishes. He had prepared an assortment of fruit, cheeses, crackers, breads, drinks, and some good ole fried chicken. This is a feast fit for a king and his queen.

After eating as much as you two could, and joking/fooling around, he silently slides closer to you, wrapping his long arms around your shoulders. You smile, and snuggle into him.

He tilts your head so that you're looking into his gorgeous eyes. You stare at them in a daze, then he softly kisses you.

You were both so undeniably happy, and you ended up marrying him a few years later.

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