...I'm just gonna hurt ya really, really bad.

JeromeXJoker / MonaghanXLeto crossover anybody?

Um, hell yes!

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Buzzing. Buzz, buzz, buzz. That's all you could hear. Like waking up to find yourself inside a hornets nest. In fact... it felt like you had!

Screeching at the sharp stinging you could feel through your body, your eyes snapped open and your body lurched.

You didn't make it far. Your body slammed back down on the metal table you were strapped to.

The sharp stinging stopped at the same time as the annoying buzzing. Raucous laughter taking its place and filling the dimly lit room.

"Hahahahaha. You're finally awake, doll. You've got good timing; we're just about to get started on that pretty little face of yours." A cheery voice called out from somewhere near your legs.

Your head was pinned to the cool metal with some kind of strap, preventing you from glancing down towards the voice.

The stinging in your body had subsided to a slightly numb burning.

"Wha-what's going on? Where am I? Who are you? What do you want?"

The cheery voice chuckled and filled the room once more. "Ah, so many questions. Why don't you ask yourself why you're here, _ _?"

"What the hell are you talking about? I- I don't know..."

"Mmn. Blown your chance, gorgeous. You know exactly who I am and what I want."

Slowly, a mans face looms into view, hovering close to your face.

"Know me now, love?"

A short gasp leaves your lips as your mind flutters with recognition. Messy red hair, boyish laugh, cheeky smile, maniacal tendencies.

"Jerome Valeska." You growl out in a low voice.

"Ah, so ya do remember. You'll also remember what I told you before I left. Right, _ _?" He smirked as his warm breath painted over your cheeks.

"You told me you'd be back. You told me that if she ever took you away you'd come back for me. You never did. Six years, Jerome. You left me with him for 6 whole years." You fought back a few tears as your voice broke towards the end of your outburst.

Shaking your head as much as possible whilst being restrained you stared directly into his eyes.

"You weren't there when I needed you; when he had his grubby little hands on my neck. You left."

Sighing, you tried to twist your arms free from whatever held you down.

"Let me go now, Jerome. Whatcha gonna do with me all tied up? Kill me, huh?"

"Hahahahahaha. Oh, no. I'd never kill you. You're my girl. Your new, pretty little tattoos make that very clear." Jerome's eyes flicker up and down your body where your clothes had been cut away to let him permanently mark you.

A shiver creeps up your spine as he took in his work. You always were responsive to him.

Snapping his eyes back up, he continued on as if he hadn't just been eye-fūcking where the fresh ink lay.

"No, I'm just gonna make you happy. Drown out all those negative thoughts and fill your mind with laughter. Hahahaha."

"That's what you want right, _ _? You said you'd always choose me." Jerome moved around, his face now upside down and his grin larger than ever.

"I-... Yeah. Against my better judgement, yeah, Jerome, you're what I want." You sighed, defeated eyes flickering over the face you had dreamed of seeing again for years.

His eyes lit up with joy as you uttered those words. Clapping his hands gleefully, he skipped out of your field of vision and reappeared not 30 seconds later, holding up what looked like a large set of jump leads.

"Now, this might sting a teeny tiny bit... do try not to move too much."

"What the fūck, Jerome?! No! Let me go! You'll kill me!"

Terror filled your eyes as you writhed against the restraints.

"Aw, shush. I'm not gonna kill ya, _ _. I'm just gonna hurt ya really, really bad. Hahahaha."

In a split second your whole body was on fire. Crackling, white shards flashed across your mind as your eyes closed in pain.

Wisps of memories shot past your closed eyelids, some slowing down long enough to give you the gist of a picture, some others whizzing past, unidentifiable. Heat spread through your body, flames licking at your skin, causing unimaginable pain.

Images of a young, freckled face boy with red hair and a girl with pigtails in her hair played in your mind. You watched as the boy helped the young girl up, dusting dirt off of her knees and wiping tears from her cheeks. Anger flashed in his eyes as he comforted her. Her drunkard father had just thrown her out of their trailer for the night... again; punishing her for the lack of money he had to buy methylated spirits.

The memory flitted away as more electricity crackled and lurched through your body.

"Aaaaaargh. N-nnooo."

Your screams filled the small, stuffy room as Jerome cackled.

"Now, princess. Just a lil bit more. Daddy will make it all better." Jerome murmured close to your ear.

"We'll be so good, baby. Nothin' will stop you and me."

Another few pictures floated before your eyes. You, rushing over to your best friends trailer, only to find it gone. His mother had gone on a major bender, sold their trailer and taken Jerome away.

You then watched as a 19-year old you slumped to the ground in the hideout you used to share with Jerome. The place where you slept when your father kicked and shoved you about. Your eyes were sunken in, skin bruised and cut. You watched as you fished out a bottle of vodka you'd nicked from the cupboards and a couple of joints you'd talked someone into giving you on tick, and proceeded to get off your face.

Cries and whimpers left your throats as the flames began cooling down and your mind started to clear slightly.

One last memory came in to view. Of the same night as before, only now it was the middle of the night. At about 3am a now mainly sober but stoned, angry girl made her way to her fathers' trailer.

Small giggles burst from your lips as Jerome began unstrapping your arms and legs from the table.

You paid no mind to what was happening to you as you reminisced.

An axe. That's what had been beside the trailer door. It was almost as though someone wanted it to happen. As though it was fate.

Less than an hour later, a blood-stained, crazed girl emerged from the door of the trailer, axe slung over her right shoulder.

Laughing to herself, you watch as your younger self wandered off into the darkness, preparing her defence for when the cops come looking.

You slowly blink, your eyes focusing on the grey ceiling above you. Sitting yourself up and swivelling your legs around, you stare over at a slightly-concerned Jerome. Leaning against the wall, he watches you carefully, unsure of your reaction.

Sauntering towards him, a bubble of laughter escapes your lips.

"They never did convict anybody for that waste-of-space's murder. Pathetic cops."

Gripping Jerome's collar, you smashed your lips against his own, hard.

Jumping up, you wrapped your legs around his waist as he caught you under your thighs.

Bringing your lips to his ear, you growled out lowly. "Don't you leave me again, Jerome. Don't make me have to kill you too."

You finished your statement by biting down hard on his ear, before grinding your hips against his.

A combination of a yelp and a moan left his lips as he marched you back over to the metal table.

Lowering you down, he crawled over your body, nipping and kissing your exposed midriff.

"Never, gorgeous. It's just you and me now. No one's gonna get in our way." Jerome growled out between feverish kisses.

You heard his belt hit the floor as he raised himself above your body. A quick flick of a hidden knife and your remaining clothes were as good as gone.

He hovered over you, darkened eyes boring into your own as he sunk down, groaning; more than ready to make your back arch off the table in a completely different way.

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A/N

Hi there, stranger.

It's been a while, huh?

I- Well, I don't really have an excuse I can give you. Things have just been tough.

I've totally neglected this, even though ideas keep popping in and out of my head.

I suck (hey-o!), and I'm sorry for that. Forgive me ^-^?

Not sure I liked this one much... Lemme know whatcha think?

Until next time, maniacs.

- Ellie