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Maybe it was her hair that caught his eye first. Or the glasses? No, definitely the hair. Brown and blonde always went well together, after all. Jerome always saw pretty people in different cities almost every evening, but this girl was just…too cute. A few words wouldn't hurt.

Cyanne seemed completely engrossed in what was happening in front of her; there weren't many people who didn't enjoy a good circus act.

"Enjoying yourself?"

Cyanne looked at Jerome before smiling, "yeah! It's amazing!"

"I guess so. Sometimes you get tired of seeing the same thing every night though."

"…You travel with the circus?"

"Yup!"

"That's so cool! Getting to travel like that! Even if it is repetitive, I'd love to travel like that one day."

"Sounds to me like you want to run away with the circus." Jerome grinned, making Cyanne snort.

"Oh, I'm not sure about that. I don't think I have the talent to even be circus material," she pushed up her glasses and smiled at Jerome.

"Are you kidding me? Anyone could do that," the ginger pointed to a man who was currently breathing fire.

"Very funny." Cyanne rolled her eyes playfully, "I'm Cyanne."

"Jerome. A pleasure~"

Cyanne wasn't expecting to meet anyone, especially not someone as cute as Jerome. He was easy to talk to and absolutely hilarious. She was a bit disappointed when they had to part ways. Who would've known a fight would break out?

Even though Cyanne didn't know much about Jerome, she still tried to see him when she could to comfort him. So when she got word that he was the one who murdered his mother, she didn't know what to believe or what to think. He seemed so sweet; was that an act? She didn't like to think about it. It made Cyanne wonder if he even actually enjoyed spending time with her.

As much as she didn't want to admit it, Cyanne's feelings for Jerome never fully went away even after everything he did and the chaos he caused. It took a lot for her to move on once he was killed. She couldn't spend any more time dwelling on the homicidal ginger; especially since no one would truly understand what she saw in him. Cyanne didn't even fully understand it herself.

The sun had set a while ago before Cyanne made it home, shrugging off her jacket. She walked further into her apartment and paused once she heard a small thump. She looked around before quickly moving to turn on her lamp. Light from the lamp filled the room and Cyanne stood up straight to examine the room again. When she turned around, her brown eyes met green ones and she shrieked, stumbling back.

Jerome laughed and grabbed onto her so she wouldn't fall. Cyanne looked at him with wide eyes. His face was completely covered in bandages that were steadily soaking blood from his face-or lack thereof.

"J-Jerome?!"

"Long time no see! Did ya miss me?"

"I was watching-I saw-you were dead!" Cyanne stuttered out.

"That's such a funny story, actually. I was dead, sure, but a fan was generous enough to bring me back. Can you believe it? A fan who actually likes my work!" He cackled.

"Where is your face?!"

"Oh-yeah he did that too. Crazy fans are better than no fans. Actually I think that was a cult-"

Cyanne backed away from him. She furrowed her eyebrows together, "…why are you here?"

"To see you, of course! Not happy to see me? Is it the lack of facial features?"

"No, it's the lies!" Cyanne frowned a bit.

"You didn't expect me to tell you about mother dearest, did you?" Jerome tilted his head.

"Well…no…" she looked down, "it still wasn't very nice to try and use me as a cover! And all those people you've killed after…"

"Cover? Is that what you think? You weren't a part of the plan at all, doll. I was hoping you'd be my penpal while I was in Arkham," Jerome cooed.

"Wait, so-"

"I enjoyed spending time with you, doll. I wouldn't have tracked you down if I didn't." He wrapped his arms around Cyanne and she didn't pull away this time. "Don't worry about the missing face thing. I'll get that situated and give you a biiiiiigggg kiss right after!"

Cyanne's cheeks heated up, "I'm not worried about that. I'm worried about all the people you-"

"Fun fact. A mean crook going down the stairs is a condescending con, descending."

Cyanne paused, "what? I don't-" she stopped again then slowly grew into a fit of giggles as Jerome laughed.

"Still cute as ever. Good~"

Cyanne wasn't angry at Jerome, and she wasn't scared of him either. She was happy, and her feelings for him couldn't be forced away; especially with him standing right in front of her.

"I think I owe you a lot of dates. Flowers, movie nights-let's steal a car and paint the town red!"

"Don't get ahead of yourself." Cyanne chuckled.

"You're right, I need my face back first. Write to me this time, we can send each other love letters~"

"Write-you think you're gonna get locked up again?" Cyanne asked quickly.

"Definitely."

"…Don't get yourself killed again."

"I promise! Wish me luck?" The ginger made his way towards the door.

"Break a leg." Cyanne grinned.

Jerome cackled, "next time you're coming with me, doll. We'll call it our first date," he cooed. "Until we meet again~"

Cyanne smiled as he left. A few letters wouldn't hurt.