“Miah?” Your knuckles rasped against wood as you called to him softly
No response.
“Jeremiah what am I hiding from. What are WE hiding from?”
“Y/n, honey, I- I can’t tell you.” He spoke hesitantly in shaky breathes from behind the barrier of the heavy door.
“You promised Mi, no more secrets, no more hiding. You can tell me…”
“Y/n P-please.” He stammered pleading with you to understand.
“NO JEREMIAH!” “What are YOU hiding from?” You screamed slamming your fist into the wall instantly regretting raising your voice.
“Y/N!” At that moment the mahogany door flew open crashing into the wall with a heavy thud the echo the only thing to be heard in the compound as you two stared at one another.
“Him.” Jeremiah exhaled through his nose after a short silence as he hovered over you.
“Who Miah?” You took a step toward him not backing down as you pressed him fists balled at your sides clenched in anger, nails dragging at the skin of your palms.
“WHO?”
“JEROME!” He picked up a vase and hurled it at the radio behind you smashing into pieces as it was knocked off the side table that slammed to the floor.
“ He’ll find ME (Y/N), he’ll find US. He won’t stop until I’m dead; I can’t let him find me, I can’t let him find you, I’d never forgive myself if you got hurt. He reached out taking your trembling hands as he sank to his knees against the wall, letting go to rake through his hair in frustration heavy sobs racking through his chest.
“Why Miah?” “What business does that whack job clown and his posse have with you?”
“He’s … my brother. “
As you cradled him against your chest you felt so hurt, so betrayed. He’d asked you to give up everything for a life with him, and you didn’t even know the REAL him.
The real Xand- Jeremiah Valeska.
The G.C.P.D. offered to place you in a protections program upon meeting the two of you, but Jeremiah insisted you were safer with him. Jerome did find the location of the bunker just as Jeremiah predicted and he had Ecco lock you in a room deep within the maze to keep you out of his adversary’s sights. You swore and slammed on the door for god only knows how long drowned out by the screams and gunfire.
You should have left the second
Jeremiah unlocked the door.
And now with Jerome’s death, his final “gift” and Jeremiah’s eye opening transformation, you’d never know.
“Darling, you know the maze better than this.”
You froze being roughly pulled from your thoughts your eyes instantly flittered around the enclosed walls searching for the source of the monotone voice
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Gotham imagines/Preferences ~?~
FanfictionBasically imagines about the characters of gotham (TV series) will contain: ~some smut ~curse words ~and some sensitive themes Other than that Enjoy! (Not all chapters are mine so credit to the writers)
