You are just an ordinary woman, living in a city full of chaos. And one day, you accidentally stole the heart of a dangerous criminal. Jerome Valeska. It's like a relationship between a sweet innocent girl and a killer guy (if you know what I mean).

You've been together for half a year. Unbeknownst to members of the Gotham police force. Jerome is a pretty possessive guy, but you don't take issue with that.

On Saturday, in the evening after dinner time. You're in your house, washing dishes in the kitchen while mumbling a song. Then instantly, you feel a hand encircling your waist, and pull you towards them. That's Jerome.

He wears a red suit with a dark pattern, a golden yellow vest, a white shirt, a black ribbon tie, white trousers, and high boots. Equipped with black gloves and a small pin on the lapel, formal style with a vintage feel.

His chin is against your shoulders. And in his relaxed, gentle tone, he greeted. “Hello, darlin'.” He said, a gentle smile began to appear on his face.