A/N: This is the first chapter of my Jerome Valeska story. It's a Gotham Incest story. M rated for violence, language, and sexual content.

Jerome crept outside the tent where his little sister would be getting ready for her performance. He couldn't believe that the woman that had made their lives miserable for years was gone. He stared at his hands, knowing that just an hour ago, they were covered in his mother's blood.

'Jay,' his sister's voice brushed his mind like butterfly wings. 'I know you're out there. Come inside.'

Jerome grinned and lifted the tent flap, going inside. As always, he was struck into silence by her beauty.

White glitter had been brushed across her shoulders and arms, shining in the light like small faceted diamonds. The dress that clothed her shapely figure was pale pink in color with mirrored accents on the bust with an elastic smocked back bodice. It had a multi-tiered skirt with beaded trim and small straps. On her back were a pair of large realistic looking angel wings. Serving as his angelic sister's halo was a circlet of gold encircling her brow, restraining her voluminous red hair which shone like fire around her pale face, tumbling toward her shoulders in a lustrous cascade. A small armlet adorned her upper left arm, her golden J necklace dangling above her cleavage.

Her calves and small feet were bare against the ground.

"You look beautiful," his tone was warm and full of all the love her felt for her. "If it isn't obvious."

A blinding smile split her face and she practically leaped into her brother's arms, her tongue tracing along his jawline, drawing a moan from the older Valeska. His fingers gripped her jaw and lifted it, his lips tracing along her chin, nipping, before sealing onto hers, his hand bunching into her skirt.

Desire ripped through Jerome as Nika's arms wound around his neck, pulling him closer, leaping up to wrap her legs around his waist. Memories flashed through his mind.

Sweat.

Teeth.

Nika's moans.

Filling her up.

And then they changed.

His mother screaming.

Blood.

Jerome's hand slid the strap of Nika's dress down, just enough to free her breast to his view. Before she could stop him, he had leaned down, taking her nipple into his mouth, cradling the softness in his hand.

'Jay,' she pleaded for more but begged for him to stop at the same time. 'We can't. I have to perform.'

Jerome groaned but after a moment, he pulled away, helping his sister to right herself. He knew she was right. If she didn't show up at the main tent, people would get suspicious. And suspicion was the last thing they needed.

Especially with their mother's body laying on a hill nearby.

Her lover not that much farther.

They just needed to survive tonight. Tomorrow the circus left Gotham. As long as they managed to leave this city behind, they should be in the clear.

Nika locked eyes with her brother in the mirror. They were so similar in appearance. The same red hair and pale skin. Her green eyes were brighter than his, however. He also had about a foot on her in height.

Jerome was her older brother by two years. But her love for him far exceeded that of a sibling.

Nika had never suffered the same abuse as her brother. Mainly because Jerome would always get in the way of Lila and her lover's. No one would hurt Nika on his watch. He was the older brother. It was his job to protect her and keep her safe. And eventually, he became the lover she needed. The only person that would never hurt her and would give her the love she deserved.

However, his love for her had inevitably lead to the death of a few men over the last few years.

He had a horrendous temper and was fiercely possessive of Nika.

Jerome and Nika Valeska were as close as any two people could be. They were now even more bonded by the shared blood on their hands.

A/N: That is the official first chapter of my new Jerome story. Please review. I would love to know what you think. There will be more detail on them later. I promise. Right now, I'm trying to feel the story out.