Gotham Imagines (Requests Closed)

Jerome X (random-brackets) Reader!

In this chapter, I, the author, give you the name Lyla. This was requested by GingerNinjaa, and I hope you enjoy!

Walking down the lonely street sidewalk was a thing you did everyday. Just to get away from reality for awhile. But today, you heard sirens in the not-so-distant distance, and this mildly concerned you.

Though it didn't concern you enough to get you to not go on your mid afternoon walk.

Completely ignoring the sound, you make a sharp right turn with the sidewalk, and hum your favourite tune. Then a Hest Oil Co. truck pulls up onto the curb, with a loud BANG!, startling the crap out of you.

"That was exceptionally graceful." You say with a pointed eye roll, continuing on your straight path.

Furious in all his ginger glory, a younger man hops out of the vehicle, brandishing a gun, and wearing an angry smile.

"Excuse me. Get. Out. Of. My. Way. Now, if you don't mind." You turn around swiftly, aware of his unwillingness to move, and keep a steady pace.

He takes long strides and grabs you roughly by the arm. You swivel, and slice his face with a small pocket knife you had hidden in the palm of your hand. He obviously didn't expect that, and slowly touches the thin strip of blood that wells onto his pale face.

He growls, and yanks you by the throat. Your lip curls upward in irritation.

"Let me offer you some advice,-"

Singing, you cut in, "♪♪Talk less.... smile more. Don't let them know what you're against or what your for♪♪"

"Serious-!"

"♪♪You wanna get ahead? Fools who run their mouths off wind up dead. Yo yo yo yo yo yo!!!♪♪....(music trails off) I can't remember the rest."

"What, on the earth, was that?" The ginger asks, frowning for once.

"It's from Hamilton... Obviously, you're not educated in the ways of Broadway." Another eye roll on your part.

"I like you; you've got some serious spunk."

"Alliteration, I like that. It's very... classy or something." You input, trying to irk him.

He just smiles, motioning to the large vehicle. You consider this for a moment.

He is crazy; there's no doubt about that at all, due to the crazy-suit he's wearing, which really makes you look... down.

He also just threatened you with a gun, and grabbed you by the throat. And you just sliced him with a pocket knife, making him angry, but now he's all happy, like that never happened.

Obviously, this dude's got problems.

And you hop in the truck anyways.

No idea why, no idea.... What the heck is wrong with you?

Albeit, he is very, very attractive. And charming... Very charismatic.... And so dang hot!

No second thought, you just went with it, and you had fun.

~~Time Skip~~

~Jerome's POV~

I was angry at the cheerleader plan failing, so I was gonna let out all my anger in an effective way. Namely, I was going to snatch some poor unsuspecting person, and beat the crap out of 'em.

Though, I never went through with it. This sassy wisecracker warmed up to me, but I would never admit it. Her name has remained a mystery to me, but today I shall unravel it.

~~~Back To Your POV~~~

You stand in a wide empty room, doing nothing. It's been interesting to say the least, and exciting to say the most.

Jerome walks up to me, grinning as per usual. You smile in return, awaiting his orders.

"Hey! So, I've been thinking, and I have decided that I need to know your name. So, what is it?" He says with a goofy smile.

Seeing no reason to not tell him, you say, "Lyla L/N"

Upon hearing your name, he visibly stiffens, hardening his face, a furious countenance appearing.

"What?" He asks in an incensed tone.

"L-lyla. What's wrong?"

"Get out!"

You look at him with a puzzled expression.

"GO NOW!!" He shouts and you bolt.

~Jerome's POV~

Lyla. Of all the names on this godforsaken planet, this had to be hers.

The name of my mother, if on could even call her that! The women who beat me and called me worthless.

And Lyla, also the name of the sassy wisecracker, whom I happen to like a lot.

Exasperated, I lay on the floor.

Maybe a name doesn't mean that much?

~~Your POV~~

Bleary eyed, runny nosed, and exhausted, you sit against an alley wall. Why did he get angry at me? I only told him my name.

You look up and see the ginger leaning against the wall. He at least has the decency to look ashamed.

"W-what do y-you want?" You shudder.

"I, uh, I'm sorry, okay? I might have overreacted, uh, a little."

Regaining composure, you reply, "I just want to know why you don't like my name."

He sighs, "It's a long story."

You scrunch your face in distaste, but then stand up, and grab him softly around the waist. He looks abashed, but leans into you. You kiss passionately, all ill things forgotten.

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