Gotham Imagines (Requests Closed)

Jerome X Reader

One night scarred you for life. The night your parents were shot in front of you by a masked thief. You can still see the blood, the horror on Bruce's face as he begged dad to wake up. Both of your screams echoing in the cold night air.

The vacant stare of your mother as she died, and the ringing in your ears after the gun fired.

Paranoid, you hardly leave the house now.

Being Bruce's older sister, you tried to be strong for him. And for awhile you were. You helped him get through the grief, and the shock. You tried to not let it affect you.

But now it is.

Bruce is fine. He has a new friend in Selina and doesn't need you anymore. All you have is the memories and the fear.

When you close your eyes you see blood, when you open them you see nothing. Grief is odd isn't it? Sometimes it doesn't come into affect until many months later. And sometimes it comes like a train and hits you before you know it. Unexpected.

Of course, Alfred still makes you go out. He's making you go to a gala this afternoon, even though you are loathe to go. It's gonna be boring. A lot of rich people will be there and, as a representative of Wayne Enterprises, because you technically own it, you have to go.

You dress nicely, unfortunately having to wear a fancy dress. You'd rather wear comfy clothes to be honest, but Alfred talked you into the dress.

You enter with Bruce and Alfred, enjoying light conversation.

"Your parent's were patrons to the Children's Hospital, therefore you are patrons to the Children's Hospital. Besides, there's gonna be a magician. And you like magicians, don't you?"

You and Bruce look straight ahead, but then share a puzzled look.

"No I don't, I hate magicians." You and Bruce say at the same time, turning towards Alfred.

"You know what I said about being normal?" He retorts just as some lady walks up.

"Excuse me, I'm Lee Thompkins, I work with Jim Gordon. He's mentioned you. I saw you and thought..."

"Oh, of course," Bruce cuts in, shaking her hand, "Very nice to meet you. This is my legal guardian, Alfred Pennyworth."

Alfred greets her, and Bruce continues, "How is Detective Gordon doing with the attack on the precinct? I was thinking I should call him."

Attack on the precinct? You heard something about that, but you didn't pay attention. Bruce excuses himself and Alfred starts flirting.

Your countenance is schooled, no emotions show. Even though you're having a horrible time, you just stand there without moving.

"You must be Y/n, right?" The doctor smiles at you after telling Alfred about her and

Looking at her without expression, you reply curtly, "Yes."

Clearly she expected more of an answer, but she just says, "I thought so, well, it's nice to finally meet you."

You look at her, and accidentally break face with a frown.

Alfred glares at you, and you quickly school your face again.

"Nice to make your acquaintance as well."

Alfred sighs at your response, but Lee smiles with a small chuckle.

You zone out.

Sighing, you stand with a straight back and a scornful countenance. You take a glass of sparkling liquid from a waiter and sip it idly.

Time goes so slowly as you wait for it to be over.

Eventually, Lee introduces the magician and you watch the show commence.

You see Bruce smile as the magician releases a dove, but you remain unimpressed. Something about this whole thing is off.

His first act will require a volunteer, and you hope to heaven that it won't be you. He plays duck duck goose and points at Bruce.

You scowl. Something's not right.

"Go on Master Bruce, be a sport." Alfred coaches.

But, when Bruce is up there, Alfred starts to panic when the magician goes to slice Bruce in half. But he relaxes when he sees that Bruce is fine.

The assistant lady walks Bruce over and blows him a kiss, and Lee looks concerned about something.

The performer than calls up the deputy mayor up.

"Is there something familiar about those too?" Lee asks, feeding your anxiety.

The assistants mask falls off and Lee gasps, "Oh God."

You look at her, concerned as she backs away and dials someone.

"...I think maybe Jerome-" She's cut off, but you don't look back at her, your gaze fixed on the stage.

"By the way, no one here is getting out of here alive."

Your scowl returns full force, as you realize the honestly of his words as people around you laugh.

He then proceeds to throw a knife directly into the man's chest.

Everyone gasps except you.

Oddly enough, you break out into laughter. Something you haven't done ever since your parents died.

You don't know why you're laughing, but you are, hysterically in fact. Then people start shooting with machine guns and you stand there, laughing like a schoolgirl.

"Alright, Master Bruce, time to leave. You too Y/n!"

Bruce runs, and Alfred starts fighting some guys. You decide to help him.

Grabbing a fork, you stab the nearest baddie in the neck. And you continue to fight until the ginger runs up to you.

"What's so funny?" He demands, confused as to why you're laughing.

"This whole thing is so ironic! You're injuring people at a charity event for a hospital!" You chuckle darkly some more, and Jerome stares at you in disbelief.

"You know, I like you," He smiles, wrapping an arm around your waist.

"You're not so bad yourself, gingy."

"What's your name?"

"Y/n Wayne."

His eyes light up, "Wayne? You don't say."

You frown at him.

"I was just gonna call Brucey onto the stage again. You know, hold him hostage and all that jazz. Maybe I should use you instead..."

You chuckle again, "You'd never take me alive. I don't have a care in the world, and I'd stab your eyeballs out before you could move a muscle."

"You're crazy aren't you?"

"Well, one cannot be insane unless there is such thing as sanity, and we all know that doesn't exist." You reply, taunting the redhead.

"I've changed my mind, I love you!" He laughs, kissing you before heading back onto the stage.

Woah, what a rush.

You think as you stare after the attractive man.

Maybe this charity ball thing was worth it after all.

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