Jeremiah and Jerome Valeska

Rain fell on Gotham like a black curtain. Red neon lights reflected off the wet cobblestones as sirens wailed in the distance. You'd been working with the twins Jerome and Jeremiah Valeska for several months. Jerome was chaos incarnate, always provoking you with his unsettling smile. Jeremiah, on the other hand, remained cold and calculating… except with you. That night, you were supposed to steal data from an old, abandoned subway station. Go in. Grab the briefcase. Vanish. But the alarm suddenly blared. "Trap!" Jeremiah yelled. Gunfire erupted immediately. Jerome laughed as he fired at the enemies while you finally grabbed the briefcase. You managed to escape… until a bullet ripped brutally through your stomach. Your heart seemed to stop. "NO!" Jerome screamed, dragging you behind a piece of furniture. The briefcase slipped from your grasp as blood soaked your clothes. Jeremiah knelt beside you, panicking for the first time. "Look at me… stay awake, okay?" You tried to speak, but no sound came out. Jerome pressed his jacket against your wound, his hands trembling. "Hey… don't do this…" he murmured. It was strange to see two such dangerous men afraid of losing you. Despite the pain, you smiled weakly . "Why are you smiling?!" Jeremiah asked. In a whisper, you muttered , "I love you…" Jerome gently squeezed your hand. "You're really crazy… falling in love with two psychopaths…" You let out a small, painful laugh. "Maybe… well." In the distance, the blue flashing lights were already illuminating the windows of the depot.