(I kinda adjusted his age? Nothing dramatic, just made him a little younger.)

It had been several days since Theo Galavan busted eighteen year old Jerome Valeska out of Arkham. And aside from bullying the other goons and devising elaborate plans, Jerome had gotten attached.

You were just a woman who worked with Galavan. Nothing special.

But you were so nice. And motherly. And you made Jerome feel the way his whore mother was supposed to make him feel.

Cherished.