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Darkness In You
Written by – gothamimagines
Request - Could you please write an imagine where you're one of the cheerleaders on the bus. And when Jerome comes in and freaks everyone out you are silent and don't scream at all. He take interest in you and takes you with him. He try's to get you to speak or scream or to make any noise but instead you keep quiet which makes him even more interested
A.N. – I changed the request slightly as it turns out the anon asked for the same story from another writer, so to be fair I shook things up a little. So the request is only a outline.
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You hated traveling, it was one of the worst things in the long list of things you hated about being a cheerleader.
The only reason you were a cheerleader was because you wanted the extra credit it would get you for the after school activity. You hated most of the girls you had to work with and trusted them even less.
You'd been dropped purposely several times causing bruises and sprains, they’d tried everything they could to get you to quit, but instead of quitting you did the next best thing...you got revenge.
You dropped people in return, tripped them mid routine and purposely mistimed catches. Causing not only bumps and bruises but breaks too. They came to see you were ruthless and began to leave you alone.
You sat at the back of the bus alone, dead centre on the long backseat when all hell broke loose. The bus jerked forward, and screams filled the air as a red haired man entered the bus, gun in hand.
You sat frozen, completely entranced by the man before you.
You watched him walk up and down the bus. The way he span and dancing with excitement, his laugh, those eyes. He was mesmerising, the spoke but his words fell on deaf ears as you watched him.
The cries and sobs of your fellow cheerleaders filled the bus as he waved his gun around, but not a single sound left your mouth.
His eyes fell on you, they searched your face but found no trace of tears or fear. He smiled at you and your breath hitched.
"Well hello, what do we have here?" He slid into the seat next to you watching you intensely. You kept quiet, your brain unable to form words as you watch him.
"What's you name?" He whispers but you still don't speak, not trusting your voice.
"Hmm, the silent type huh?" He stood up and walked away leaving you feeling disappointed.
He suddenly spins theatrically and holds his gun flush between your eyes. A few of the girls around you scream in terror, but you don't even flinch. He smirks down at you and your lack of reaction. He gazes in your eyes, looking for something. He smiles widely, what ere it was he was looking for he seems to have found it.
He pulls his gun away and reaches him hand towards you, he grabs your chin and pulls upward making you stand.
"Come with me" you can't make out of its a question or a demand but you don't care, he grabs your hand and pulls you down the bus.
"Y/n don't!" You hear a shout behind you. The redhead freezes and turns with a bright but wicked smile,
"Y/n? Is that your name gorgeous?" He cups your cheek, stroking his thumb over it. He winked quickly as he turned and continued to pull you towards the door of the bus.
He pulls you outside, spinning you around and pushing you back against the bus. Your heartbeat increases at his close proximity. You ignore the other men outside of the bus.
"So you don't scream, you don't cry, you don't beg for your life when face to face with a gun....you are just a creature of mystery Y/n...there's no fear in your eyes, nothing" he giggles, you can't help but smile in return.
"The question is why? Why aren't you scared Y/n Do you know who I am?" You nod lightly, he waits for you to speak. You take a deep breath and swallow the lump in your throat
"You're Jerome Valeska, you escaped from Arkham Asylum." A look of pride fills his eyes that you knew him.
"And as to why I'm not afraid, I honestly don't know. I know I should be sitting in that bus screaming and crying with the rest of the girls but...I'm just not scared" you frown to yourself as you try to think of a reason for your lack of terror in the face of a bunch of psychopaths.
"Well I think there a little bit of a dark side in you gorgeous, I can see it in your eyes, the same thing I see in mine when I look in the mirror and thats why you aren't afraid" he reaches and strokes your cheek "and I'd love to find out how deep that goes" he laughs manically, his eyes dancing with excitement.
"Jerome, let's do this!" One of his fellow inmates shouts. Jerome sighs and rolls his eyes. He pulls you around the front of the bus
"Stay right here" he instructs before entering the bus once more with a hose.
Everything flashes before you as you hear the approaching sirens. Jerome appears outside again, popping his head around the front of the vehicle
"Get behind the bus" he shouts at you, you quickly shuffle behind the bus out of sight of the police
There's screams from the bus, the shouts from the police and gun fire all around, you squat lower at the sound.
"Light em up!" You hear Jerome shout, you see him appear at your side.
"Well gorgeous I'm afraid this hasn't gone to plan" he spits out glaring towards to direction of the GCPD
"So I'm afraid for now, this is where we say goodbye" you frown at his words not wanting him to go
"While there's a chance some of your cheer - buddies may live and say I took you, means they'd look for you"
You felt sad, you had an instant connection with him, crazy or not. And you wanted to know what he meant when he said that he saw darkness in you.
"But I don't want you to go" you whisper more to yourself than to Jerome. He grins wildly
"I said 'for now' " you smile up at him. He grabs your face and slams his lips to yours roughly leaving you breathless
"I'll come back for you, tell them I was planning on kidnapping you if they ask. I'll see you soon gorgeous" and with one last brief kiss he was gone.
You felt the bus move against your back leaving you trapped before the GCPD, you throw your hand up at the guns pointing at you.
"Lower your weapons! She's one of the kids" they rush you towards the cars, away from the body on the floor and the flames.
You were bombarded with questions from the cheerleaders and the police
"Y/n! Oh my god!", "Are you ok?", "Did he hurt you?"
You reassured everyone that you were fine, just dazed.
The latter part was true, you were dazed. Your mind reeling from the memories of Jerome's lips on yours. You stomach filled with butterflies as you remember his promise to come back and him promising to see you soon.
You smile to yourself as you scan the crowed, hoping to catch a sight of red hair in the chaos around you. You sigh heavily, turning away from the scene, whispering into the wind.
"Hurry back handsome"