Chapter Text
How You Met Jerome Valeska
*Reader's Point of View*
As I sat in the cafeteria of the asylum attempting to read my novel, an eerie laugh echoed off the walls. Unlike most laughs I had heard, this one sounded quite maniacal. My thoughts were interrupted by one of the other female prisoners patients yelped as that stupid cannibal Greenwood decided to start touching her thighs when she clearly was not consenting. I stood up slamming my book on the table and marched over to give that idiot a piece of my mind.
"Greenwood! What have I told about touching my girls?!" I yelled, grabbing the collar at the back of his shirt and pulling in down so he slammed onto the concrete ground head first. I then put my foot o his neck not placing much pressure on it, but as a warning to him that I could if I saw fit to do so.
Over my time at the asylum, I had grown closer to my female counterparts than my male ones and had actually become quite protective of them.
The asylum orderlies did not care what patients did so long as no one was killed. Especially since they detested Greenwood as much as everyone else did.
The pinned man turned his head to the side and spoke as blood started to spill from his mouth "C'mon (Last name), what's one little nibble?" He asked.
I pressed down further on his neck causing him to groan in pain "I told you before: You touch one of the other female patients when they don't want to be touched, and you start losing fingers."
In response to my answer he grinned and before I could secure my footing, he swept his right foot so it knocked my leg that wasn't on his neck off the ground causing me to fall on my side. I tried to sit up but a hand was around my throat. And with a predatory grin, Greenwood knelt down and spoke inches away from my face: "And what happens if I decide I want to take a bite out of you?"
Thinking quickly I spit in his eyes causing him to reel back and instinctively wipe his face with both hands freeing me from his grasp. I then pushed off of him and stood up. Giving him a kick in the stomach for good measure, I stood up to my full height. "Then you'd bite off more than you could chew."
His groans of pain were enough acknowledgement to me. I walked over to the girl Greenwood was harassing earlier "Are you okay?"
She nodded, obviously still bothered by what happened.
"Why don't you go back to your cell? I'm sure the guards won't mind you not eating lunch." I suggested.
She nodded again "Thanks Y/n (Your name)." And left.
I sat back down at my table and continued off the page I had let off at in book.
Not even five minutes had passed before I heard and felt someone sit next to me. Looking up from my book I saw a boy with flaming hair, no older than nineteen sitting on top of the table looking at me.
"Look, I'm just trying to read, and I've had enough interruptions. Could you just leave me alone?" I asked becoming very tired of the antics of the opposite sex for one day.
"Y'know, I was really hoping that this place would be interesting than just the occasional brawl, but watching you in action takes that cake! Look at you! A real sisterhood of the traveling pants you've got going on around here, Gorgeous." He praised obviously ignoring my request.
"The name isn't "Gorgeous". It's-" I began but was caught off by one of the orderlies.
"L/n (Last name)! Dr. Strange wants to see you!" The orderly yelled.
I sighed knowing I wouldn't be able to continue reading my book, I closed it and stood up to walk towards the exit to the cafeteria with the orderly.
"See you around, Gorgeous!" I heard yelled behind me.