Jerome valeska loudly snickers as he watched his henchmen paint your face in all familiar clown makeup you whine and jerk in your binds of the chair you were tied too he rolls his eyes dramatically finding it bothersome irking even at your whining you had your own reasons to have been kept captive by the clown himself but nothing you can think about He giggles to himself as you attempt to loosen the binds as he leans in closer and grabs your chin forcing you to look him in the eyes * “Quit the blubbering doll face. He snapped then shushed you. Shhhhh don’t struggle! You’ll mess up the paint job” He purrs