The termination was performed an hour ago. Ecco brought you to and from. It was comforting to have another woman there at least. You were laying in bed, still processing you'd just had an abortion. You didn't even know you were pregnant.
"Y/n? You ok?" Jeremiah asked, slipping in beside you and wrapping his arms around your waist firmly. You grumbled an incoherent response, feeling the warmth of his breath against your neck. "Y/n, be honest. What's wrong?" he voice soothed you, breaking you into a million pieces as you turned around and collapsed against him. "I was pregnant." you choked out, crying into his chest.
It felt like a weight had been lifted from your shoulders, choking between tears as you clung to Jeremiah for comfort. He was silent for a moment, processing what you'd said. "Was...?" He repeated slowly. "I had to abort it. It was ep... ec..." "Ectopic?" Jeremiah finished, tightening his grip around your waist. "Yeah..." you murmured, sniffling into his chest.
"Shh, you did what you had to." Jeremiah soothed, burying his face into the crook of your neck. "You're not upset?" You asked weakly. "Why would I be upset? You could've died." his soothing voice calmed you, hushing your pained whimpers. "Now go to sleep my love." he said, kissing the crook of your neck and pulling you into his chest.
When you awoke, the sheets beside you were cold and empty. You sighed. He must be in his office again. Grabbing a large hoodie from the closet, you dragged your feet down the hall, through the maze and into his office. "Y/n 927" you mumbled, the door sliding open as Jeremiah quickly switched off the monitors onto the security cams. "What are you doing?" you groaned, walking up to him as you squinted at the picture on the monitor.
"Who's that?" your attention quickly diverted to the visitors. Two men stood outside, one holding up a badge of sorts. "James Gordon. Here to see Xander Wilde." one man spoke. "You gonna let them in?" you asked, watching his finger hovering over the button. "They're officers. I'm just going to see what they want." Jeremiah said, his finger pressing down, granting the strangers entry.
He sent Ecco to greet them, the trio arriving in a matter of minutes. Jeremiah stood leaning against his desk, an air of nervousness surrounding him. Something was up. You took your seat in the chair by the bookcase, still too consumed by sleep to keep standing.
As the two men entered, you noticed them immediately. James Gordon and Harvey Bullock, two well known officers of the GCPD. "Thank you for seeing us Mr Wilde." Gordon said, surveying the room as he entered. His eyes met with yours for a brief moment, before making contact with Jeremiah and freezing. "I expected you might come, captain." Jeremiah said, holding his hands up as James drew his gun. "My god," Harvey said in disbelief. "there's two of them..."
For a moment time seemed to stop, Jeremiah frozen in place, hands in the air with a gun trained on him. "May I, uh, put my hands down now, gentlemen?" He asked hesitantly, slowly lowering his hands. "Apologies Mr Wilde, you took us by surprise" Gordon said, lowering his gun. "That's understandable, you can call me Jeremiah." he said, taking a step forwards. "It's the name my mother gave me. You solved her murder, Captain Gordon," Jeremiah spoke, making his way around the table cautiously until he was face to face with the officers. "I owe you a debt of gratitude for that and for putting Jerome in Arkham, where he belongs."
Harvey gave Gordon a look, his eyes trained on the doppelganger before them. "He never mentioned you before..." Gordon started, looking Jeremiah up and down. "No, I suppose he wouldn't have from the letters my mother sent me... Never spoke of me after I left."
"Left where?" Harvey piped up. "The circus." Jeremiah sighed, fiddling with his blazer. "They hid me away to protect me from him. See," Jeremiah started, sitting down on his desk. "We were always different, Jerome and I. From an early age, I showed a proficiency for maths and design and Jerome, mainly the mutilation of alley cats." he spat, anger creeping into his voice. "On my tenth birthday, he held a cake knife to my throat. A few weeks later he lit my bed on fire. It was like living in a nightmare." he paused, his gaze on you, staring into your e/c eyes for comfort.
"My mother knew one day he would succeed so, one night, my uncle came into my room while Jerome slept and told me he was taking me away. I had no idea where, but I kissed my mother goodbye, told her I loved her and I never saw her again." His tone was bitter, tearing his gaze away from you and back to Gordon and Harvey.
"He took you to Saint Ignatius." Gordon pressed. "Got a new name, new life. I was finally able to live without fear. But, in my heart, I knew one day Jerome would come for me." Jeremiah finished, swallowing his nerves. "Jerome knows where you are, we need to move you to a safe location until we can apprehend him." Gordon said.
"That won't be necessary gentlemen, I've spent the bulk of my life preparing for this eventuality and we're safest here, in my home." Jeremiah said, making his way over to you and clutching one of your hands in his. "Not anymore, Jerome knows the name of your proxy. Got it from your boss before executing him." James said, his eyes now switching between the two of you.
"I heard about Jerome's little visit. It's tragic..." he trailed off, lost in thought for a moment. "However, the proxy name was a fake." he insisted, looking both men in the eye. Silence consumed the four of you, before James spoke once more.
"You're lying." James realised, looking at Harvey. "I beg your pardon?" Jeremiah started, concern washing over his features. "Yeah there's something about this guy that's fishy." Harvey agreed, pointing at Jeremiah as he looked you up and down. "I dunno about her." he said, gesturing to you.
"The security cameras outside were turned on." James said, turning to face the monitors. "Why are the monitors in here turned off?" he asked, pointing to the cascade of screens. "I don't see why that's any of your concern, now if you'd excuse me I'm a very busy man." Jeremiah said, his eyes widening as Gordon made his way towards the monitors.
"I'm sure you are." he said, switching on the monitors. "Please! Don't touch that, it's very sensitive equipment!" Jeremiah panicked as the screens flickered to life. Grunting and groaning came from the small screens, at first you thought it was some kind of erotic scene, however as you squinted at the screen your eyes widened. "Oh yeah, looks pretty sensitive to me." Harvey said, turning to Jeremiah accusingly.
"Jeremiah, what the fuck?" you gasped, turning to him. A pleading look in his eyes only you could see. Surely, there was an explanation for this. Wasn't there?