As if your life didn't have enough "Ups and downs", it gradually gets worse. Detective James Gordon is always on your back, while his partner, Harvey Bullock, also your stepfather, is always busy either dealing with work or getting drunk. How much l...
*HAI POOKIEZ, IN THIS WORLDDD,,,, JEROME DOES SMOKE....tbh they never rlly said if he does or doesn't...so like...ya..ENJOY!!**
Honestly, Yesterday was kind of crazy. But I had my thoughts all to myself when he slapped me. God, it was almost hot. JEEZ! SHUT UP! WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU?! HE'S A DAMN PSYCHOPATH! Also your best friend. I stared into the mirror in my bedroom, which Theo let me stay in. I caught myself softly smiling.
I walked past the door of an empty bedroom, probably the room Theo let Laura stay in.
"FUCKK!!" I hear Laura's voice scream.
I blinked and turned around, lighting a cigarette and staring at the door. Then I heard laughing down the hall. That same cocky voice...I turned to face the end of the hall.
"Victor Zsasz." I greeted in a low voice. He smiled at me.
"Clown Prince. Where is she?" He asked. I stared at the somewhat freakishly tall uncle lookin' bald guy.
"Who?" I asked. Then he tilted his head and slowly raised his pistol, aiming at my chest.
"You wanna play the right cards here, Mr. Valeska. Answer the question." He said sternly. I rolled my shoulders back.
"You first." His eyebrows raised and he cocked the gun.
"Say it again and I-" then I cut him off, stepping infront of him and puffing smoke in his face.
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"Or what? Or what, huh?" I questioned him, practically testing my luck. "You gonna blow my brains out? Come on, try me, Big guy. Y'know how much trouble you'd be in?" I asked again.
Then he stared down at me, pushing me off by the chest.
"You don't need to be smoking. What are you- 11?" He chuckled.
"Old enough to know who I'm dealing with, and how to deal with them." I replied, confidently.
"Oh....You're a bit cocky. I don't like that. But you're smart. I wasn't gonna hurt you anyway. Laura would rip my kidneys out." He said. I stared at him.
"What do you mean?" I asked him as he was standing tall, hands on hips and looking around like a woman in a designer store.
"She hasn't talked to you? She begged me to take her to Arkham." He replied in a confused sorta tone. "Heh. You guys are perfect for each other." He snickered. I stared at him, looked at Laura's door, then back at Victor.
