Hey guys, this is my first Gotham fanfic and it's been a while since I wrote anything so I'm a little rusty. It may be horrible it may be good who knows. It's an O/C and Jermone fanfic, feeling inspired after reading some others stories on here. Jeromevaleska's stories are amazing so shout out to them, especially if your into something smutty, personally I am so yeah lol. This will be totally off from the show storyline. Some of you may like it some of you will probably hate it but I'm gonna roll with this anyway.

By the way of anyone wants to mention their name in this somewhere throw me your name and I'll give you a random mention as a person.

Enjoy...

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The trailer was void of sound spare his heavy breathing and the gurgle that came from her throat as she choked on her own blood. Her eyes were wide as she stared up at him in horror. He mirrored her expression, as the shock of what he had just done hit him. He knelt beside her body frozen in place, with his hand holding the kitchen knife still embedded in her throat. His copper, red hair hung over his eyes.

He had just stabbed his own mother.

Snapping out of his daze he scurried backwards, dropping the knife with a loud clatter on the floor. His back collided with the cupboards of the trailers small kitchenette. His breathing quickened as panic set in.

What have I done,

what have I done,

What have I done.

He watched with tears in his eyes as his mother took one last gurgled breath, before she fell still.

He ran his hand through his hair, letting his head fall back against the chipped wood.

And he started to laugh, a small chuckle at first before he broke into uncontrolled hysterics. He stopped suddenly, bringing his gaze back down to her dead body, his expression before forlorn now held a wide, maniacal grin. The bitch deserved it

"Oh, Mother, mother, mother," He tutted in a dark voice through gritted teeth, with a shake of his head. "You just wouldn't stop pushing," He sighed and stood, turning to the sink to wash the blood off of his hands. He let out another laugh. "Do the dishes Jerome," He huffed, "Do this, do that, Jerome, nag, nag, nag" He laughed loudly, the sound vibrating off of the thin metal walls, before he abruptly stopped and glared down as the red tinged water ran clear. "Nothing worse, then a pushy, nagging whore, you know. You brought this on yourself" He tilted his head as he looked back at her while drying his hands on a cloth. "By all means be a whore, just don't a nagging whore."

He turned and looked out of the trailer window at the bright lights of the circus in full swing in the distance. His mother was due to perform soon. Someone would no doubt come looking for her, he needed to get out of here. Quickly he set to pack a bag of his things, which wasn't alot, his mother felt their money was better spent on careless nights out then actually caring for her only child. He threw what little he had in the bag, slipping a knife into his pocket before making his way to the door. He pulled it open and paused with his fingers on the handle, looking back at her once more he grinned darkly.

"It's been fun, mom. But I got to go." He broke into another round of hysterical laughter as he left the trailer slamming the door behind him and walked off into the darkness the lights of Gotham city in the distance beckoning him.

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2 hours later

Chloe threw the cloth down onto the counter, it was finally clean enough for her to be satisfied and her shift at the little cafe was over for the night. She tucked a lock of her dark hair behind her ear and looked outside, she sighed. They were coming into Winter and the day's were becoming shorter, darkness had already fallen a couple of hours earlier. Chloe didn't like walking home in the dark, it was no secret that Gotham was far from a safe city. Especially in the late hours.

She shook her head it was only a few blocks, she would be fine. Chloe grabbed her coat before hitting the lights and setting the alarm. She left the cafe and locked the door. The brisk air hit her and she held her coat tighter around her small frame as she set off into the night.

As she reached the second block the sound of a trash can tumbling startled her, Chloe looked behind her quickly but there was nothing there. She took a deep breath to steady her racing heart beat but picked up her pace. The sound off footsteps filled her ears, her eyes widened as she walked faster still. She wasn't sure if there was someone there or if she was just hearing things and causing herself to internally freak out. She prayed for the latter as she reached the third block.

Almost there, almost there, almost there. She silently willed herself.

The sight of her apartment building coming into view gave her a rush of hope and she smiled tightly to herself.

Nearly there.

Suddenly a hand wrapped around her wrist and she was harshly pulled backwards. She gasped as she stumbled and was forced to turn to face a large, brawny man. He was tall, towering over her, he grinned down at her showing several missing teeth. The smell of booze was evident on his breath.

"Well, well, well. A pretty young lady like yourself shouldn't be out here alone at night." He slurred heavily,swaying a little where he stood.

"Sir, please unhand me." She tugged her arm away but he tightened his grip and pulled her closer.

"Oh, I don't think so. I think I need to take care of you," He licked his lip, "I think we could have a little fun, keep eachother warm." He used his free hand to trail his calloused hands along the side of her face and down towards her chest

"Let me go!" She tried as hard as she could to pull away but it was to no avail, he just pulled harder. Her lip trembled and she willed herself not to cry, not to show weakness.

"I believe the lady asked you to let go."

Chloe jumped at the unfamiliar voice coming from behind her, she craned her neck looking back to find a young man standing with a bag slung over his shoulder. His copper hair shining in the light of a street lamp. He looked past her, staring the brute in the eye, a smirk spread across his features.

The man held her wrist tightly and he pulled her into his side, "Go home kid, if you know what's good for you, you'll walk away and pretend you seen nothing." He looked down at Chloe and took a deep sniff, pressing his nose into her hair. Her skin crawled and she squeezed her eyes closed wishing with all her might that this was a dream and she'd wake up.

The flame-haired boys grin widened and he laughed loudly. When he stopped his smile disappeared and glared at him "I asked nicely," He insisted and took a slow step forward.

The man furrowed his brow and tilted his head, "What are you gonna do about it."

"Oh I don't think you want to know what i could do to you if you don't let go." The boy stepped closer again.

The man holding Chloe pushed her to the ground behind him and moved to step towards him.

"Shoulda gone home when you had the chance," He clenched his fist and swung for the boys head, the red-head ducked it with ease and the man stumbled falling to the ground in his drunken stupor. The boy looked back at him and tutted with a shake of his head. He turned back looking down at Chloe on the ground and held out his hand to help her up.

"Hey gorgeous, I'm Jerome." He gave her a wide grin as he pulled her to her feet. "And who might you be."

She went to open her mouth when she suddenly gasped, "Look out!"

Jerome didn't have a chance to respond before a punch connected with the side of his face. He clicked his jaw holding a hand to his cheek and spat, his saliva, mixed with blood hit the concrete. "Ha, well that wasn't very nice." He spun around and gave the man a dark smirk.

He went to swing again, Jerome dodged once more before darting towards the man and hit him hard with a headbutt. The drunk stumbled back clinging his head. Jerome blinked a few times trying to clear his vision, he shook his head and laughed loudly, staring at him maniacaly.

"You're gonna regret that you little punk," the man yelled and ran at him. Jerome slipped to the side with ease and laughed again. What a rush. The drunk lost his footing and swayed, crashing back into Chloe. She was knocked down and her head hit the concrete hard, her ears rung and her vision blurred. Her eyes met with Jerome's before he turned to look back at the drunk, slowly pulling a knife from his pocket as the drunk ran at him, and then she lost consciousness.

Jerome looked down at the brunette before turning his gaze back on the man. He tutted and shook his head. "Naughty, naughty."

The man growled before running at Jerome once more. But this time the red-head decided he'd finished with his game, he pulled the knife hidden in his pocket and when the man was within reach he swung forward, embedding it into the drunks stomach.

He gasped and spluttered, blood beginning to drip from his lips. Jerome twisted the blade, ripping through the flesh and muscle and cackled when the man screamed in agony and terror. Oh what a wonderful sound.

The man hunched forward, falling to the ground. More blood spilling from his mouth. Jerome bent over him, grinning wildly. "My second killing in a night," He stood proudly on the man's stomach forcing him to vomit another torrent of blood. "It's such a rush, you know, first a whore and now you. Ha. I could totally be a hero" He pursed his lips and hummed in thought for a moment before shaking his head. "No, I don't think that's my style" He laughed as he watched the man start to shake violently before he sucked in a gurgled breath and stopped and his head lulled lifelessly to the side.

Jerome sighed and nodded feeling satisfied with his work and he turned back to where Chloe still lay unconscious on the path. He strolled over to her "Can't really leave you there, i might be able to find a use for you gorgeous, think of it as paying back a favour" He shrugged as he adjusted his bag on his shoulder, "This is going to be difficult" He bent down and picked her up into his arms and headed off down the road whistling to himself, it was just another night in Gotham city.

Chloe stirred and shifted in his arms, but she stayed unconscious, unaware that her life was about to drastically change, in the worst way.