Psychotic Ex-Boyfriend (Jerome Valeska x Reader)

Chapter 24: Jerome's Cult

The moment the man finished his speech, you felt someone grab hold of your arms. Danger! Turning around, the new recruits were holding your arms tight. You managed to move your arm up and elbow the boy on your left. He let go and you punched the girl on your right in the nose. The rings you wore scraped her face. You saw more of the young teens rush to you. Reaching behind your back, you grabbed the gun that was hidden beneath your jacket. You aimed and shot at them.

Customers rushed out as the snakes began to attack. The older children that weren't attacking you grabbed the younger ones and led them outside for safety. Your hired workers, the ones Oswald had sent to protect you, began to shoot as well. You had ordered your bodyguards to protect the children instead.

Everything was chaotic. One minute you were enjoying the day, about to go upstairs to check up on the children. The next, you were remembering the boy in your dreams and was being attacked by his cult followers. Everything was going by so fast. Then it stopped.

An older boy, the one that you elbowed, held the youngest of the children in a choke hold. A gun was pointed to the little boy's head. Tears fell from the child's eyes. The other cult members. that were still able to move, got up and stood behind their fellow member. Your men had their guns pointed at them, snakes hissing and snapping at them. They waited on your word.

"What do you want?" You glared at cult followers. They flinched once they saw your eyes turned yellow.

"You're the prophet's lover, which means you're our queen". The older boy, Will, spoke. His gun still on the younger's head. A small wide smile appearing on Will's face. "We just want to take you to him"

You didn't say anything. He speaks of Jerome. Shiba hissed. Kill them. Before you could give the order, your eyes landed on the t.v. You felt your heart drop to your stomach. The others turned to watch as well. The crazed teenagers laughed, loosening their grip on the little boy. He took the chance to run outside. You sent one guard and a snake with him. Your eyes still on the screen.

"Am I live? Am I on air? Can you hear me? Ah, screw it. Let's do it". You watched Jerome on the screen. He had stapled his face back on. He wore a police uniform, a man sat tied to a chair behind him. The man was connected to explosives. Your brows knitted together, eyes squinting as you watched him. More hazy memories of Jerome filled your mind. "Hi. Some of you may know, I died. But take it from me, death is dull but coming back that is something. Leave it to dying to give you a whole new perspective on life. And I would like to share that with you".

Jerome walked toward the man in the chair. "Uh, Officer, you look terrible. Hey, you got oh." He took out a lighter from behind the man's ear. Jerome then walked back toward the camera. "Tonight, Gotham, in the darkness, there are no rules." He played with the lighter. "So, tonight, Gotham do what you want. Kill who you want. Hmm? And when morning comes you, too, shall be reborn". He placed the lighter on the match, laughing as he walked away. He had stopped to say something to the man. "Oh, and, uh - Dwight. I don't forgive you for my face".

As you heard his laugh, a single tear escaped your eye. You turned back to the laughing teens. "Kill them".

You walked away, exiting the building. The sound of gunshots and snakes hissing could be heard in the background. The children were waiting for you, the bodyguards formed a circle around them. The youngest boy was holding the snake as comfort. You knelt down in front of him. Wiping away his tears, you stroked his hair and hugged him. Looking at the other children, you stood up, holding the boy in your arms. You all watched the lights turn off in the neighborhood and the surrounding area. The guards that were inside, came outside while the snakes stayed indoors. The children huddled together in fear.