Uncle Pt 1

"Are you sure about this, Y/N?" Jim asks, his eyes flashing with worry.

"I'll be fine, Uncle Jim, I'm not a little girl anymore." You reply, undeniably excited to be joining him and Lee to interrogate this Valeska guy Jim has been telling you so much about. You let a large smile cross you're face as you try to convince him you'll be okay.

I mean, it's not like one criminal can do anything to you, not at the GCPD and Jim at your side.

Then Jim signals for the cop standing outside the door, you think his name is Hal or something, to bring in Jerome.

But when he walks in, it takes you completely off guard and your breath hitches in your throat. Jim mentioned that he was pretty sure he killed his mom, and that's, you know, not good, but he never mentioned that this mommy killer was hot.

Jerome sits down at the table, his head down, like he's actually sad. You have to hand to him if Jim's right, because damn, he's a really good actor.

"Do you know why you're here?" Jim asks, keeping his voice even and stern.

Jerome's eyes light up and he leans forward in his seat.

"Did you find who killed my mother?" He asks, sounding genuinely hopeful, like he didn't kill her.

But you have to admit, the way his beautiful green eyes light up at Jim's words- no, you can't think like that. Not about a potential killer.

"You killed your mother, Jerome." Jim says, the same expression on his face, and he somehow manages to keep his voice steady.

You should probably be taking mental notes, after all, you're uncle was a very experienced detective, and this was the first time you've seen him interrogating someone, yet you can't help but stare at Jerome.

Of course, he doesn't notice, everyone's staring at him, and he's trying to dispel what Jim says, his voice shaking.

Maybe he did kill his mother, but all I can think about his how well defined his jaw is, and how... I let my thoughts trail off when Jim speaks up again.

"But it's the truth." He says, the certainty in his tone surprising me, when he didn't even have any hard evidence.

"What I don't understand is why this man risked so much to help you." He pauses, looking Jerome in the eye.

"I think he's you're father." As soon as the words leave his mouth, Jerome lets out a nervous laugh.

"You don't know what you're talking about." He says, a dangerous edge to his tone. "My father was a sea captain."

Jim and Lee exchange a glance, before he turns to Mr. Cicero.

"Am I wrong, Mr. Cicero?" He asks, his tone generic, not accusing at all.

"Yes." He answers, keeping his voice level.

"He was a sea captain, his name was Sven Carlson, he died at sea." Jerome objects, still staring at Jim.

Jim looks back at the redhead, his eyes unbelieving.

"What was the name of his ship?" He asks, locking his eyes with Jerome's green ones.

Jerome hesitates. You can practically see the gears in his head spinning. "He worked on a lot of different ships," He offers, and Jim squints at him.

"The one he went down in." He said and Jerome's face falters.

He blinks a couple times, before sadness sets over his features. "She never said." He whispered, looking defeated.

"We could do a blood test to prove I'm right, it takes only a half an hour to get a full proof result, isn't that right Dr. Tompkins?"

Lee nods quickly, "Yes," she answers in a doctor-like tone, before her eyes turn back to the suspects.

Jim leans back in his seat, and stares at the two people sitting in front of him.

"Save yourself a needle." He says simply, his eyes shifting between theirs.

Mr. Cicero sighs and opens his mouth. "I do hate needles," he says, and Jerome snaps his head over to him, shock written clear on his face. Real shock.

"I'm sorry Jerome," he croaks, sighing heavily.

"Wha- what are you talking about?" Jerome asks, his voice cracking.

"He's right," Mr. Cicero says, and you watch as Jerome stares at the man, his eyes large and sad.

"I am... your father." Mr. Cicero finishes, his cloudy eyes lowering in defeat.

"No you're not, why would you say that?" Jerome shoots back, trying desperately to make sense of the situation.

"You must have suspected the truth," He responds, half shrugging.

"You're not my father, my mother would never-" Jerome's eyes stay locked on Mr. Cicero's while the man interrupts him.

Jim's head perks up at the mention of Lila, and you can tell he's listening closely.

"You're mother was a cruel woman and she was often unkind to me, but she did love me once, in her way." He replied, his face softening.

Jerome still looks disbelieving.

"And, she loved you very much," Mr Cicero said, patting Jerome's arm gently. "That's why she gave you a better father."

Then, behind the sadness and despair in Jerome's eyes, something that didn't quite fit the situation. Amusement.

His face twists in sorrow and he hangs his head into his crossed arms, and you watch as he silently cries, a tear dripping down his cheek.

Jim and Lee look at each other, exchanging sad glances. We are all silent for a minute, as if we are waiting for someone to do something.

Then someone does.

Jerome's pretty face, once contorted with anguish, now slowly raised, a maniac-like grin spreading across his face as he let out a slow, crazed laugh.

You can't help it, you let out a small giggle, before slapping a hand over your mouth when Jim glares at you.

But as you watch Jerome's eyes shift to yours, and his smile grows impossibly large, you smirk, after all, laughter is pretty damn contagious.

. . .

After the interrogation, you stay in the room, as Lee walks out and Jim follows close behind, escorting Mr. Cicero out, they we're sending Jerome to Arkham, no doubt, but Mr. Cicero got a freebie, due to the situation.

But before your uncle can step out of the door, he turns around expectantly, waiting for me to follow him.

"Y/N?" He asks, when you make no move towards him.

"I just want to ask a few more questions." I say, and smile inwardly when Jim's eyes light up proudly, probably thinking that I was actually paying attention to him during the whole ordeal, when I couldn't tear my eyes off Jerome the whole time.

"Alright, Y/N, be careful." He warns, before leaving the room and closing the door behind him quietly.

I draw my eyes back to Jerome, who's grinning madly.

"Y/N?" He repeats, tasting your name.

You tilt your head at him, before sitting across from him, and speaking evenly to him.

"Yes. That's my name." You reply, locking eyes with him.

"Beautiful name for a beautiful girl." He says, and you feel yourself flush, not at all expecting that.

You shouldn't feel this way, this guy killed his mom. With an ax. Less than 24 hours ago.

Although she did sound like a bitch.

"I noticed you couldn't keep your eyes off me, gorgeous." He says, a smirk crawling up his cheeks.

You feel yourself redden as you think of something to say.

"Well, you certainly put on quite a show." You say, as he leans closer to you.

"That was the plan, Y/N." He responded, a smile tugging at his lips as you move your face closer to his.

Something about the way he says your name makes you feel compelled to lean in even closer to him.

He's dangerously near to you now, and his breath tickles your cheeks.

His face is only inches from yours now, and he makes his move, he closes his eyes, but just before your lips meet, your hand shoots up and slaps across his face. His eyes fly open and he stares at you, but instead of looking angry, like you expected, he just looks intriuged.

"Easy there, tiger." You say, before standing up and walking out of the room, feeling his eyes on you the whole time.

But just before you exit, he says something.

"See ya around, gorgeous."

. . .

Soooooo this is basically just a bunch of Jerome Valeska Imagines (obviously) and YOU CAN REQUEST so please do that because I have zeroooo inspo alotttt. This isn't a one shot, but I will be posting those on here too. This is VERYYY LOOONG so bear with me on this chapter, but the other ones are way shorter. Enjoy!

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