Me is from Disney's Broadway production of Beauty and the beast. Followed by You don't own me. I don't own these songs and have no intention of plagiarizing them.
Quinn POV

"It's late, we can discuss this in the morning for now let's just go to bed." Jerome replied.

"Jerome I already told you, I am not sleeping in the same bed as you."

"There is nothing wrong with sharing a bed, it's the other activity that shouldn't be done until after marriage. Though some guys like to pressure girls into doing said activity."

"There are even some guys who don't accept the word no, and would force a woman to do what they want. I can assure you however, that I am not that kind of guy. The question you must ask yourself Quinn, is do you trust me?"

"I think so?" I replied timidly.

"Then let's go to sleep."

"Alright, but we are going to have a serious conversation in the morning." I replied crawling into the bed opposite Jerome before I could protest I felt his strong arms pull in me into his chest.

"Shhh. Just sleep dollface." He whispered to me and despite my attempts to remain awake a few minutes later I was fast asleep. The dream started out wonderful. I dreamt of when we were all kids. Jerome, Jeremiah, Bella and I were all playing hide and seek at the circus we grew up in. We all seemed so happy.

Suddenly, the dream changed I watched as Bella was torn from our grasp and thrown over a large man's shoulders. Bella screamed reaching toward us but there was nothing that we could do. We were frozen to our spots. Then I dreamt of the night that Jeremiah kissed me. "I want to tell you something.."

"Can't it wait till morning?"

"No. I need to tell you this now."

"What is it?" I groaned.

"First you have to promise me that you won't tell Jerome anything about what I'm going to tell you. It would make him furious and I can't loose you to him, I won't." Jeremiah replied.

"What is it Miah?"

"It's obvious that Jerome likes you a lot. I mean he like you, likes you. If he were to ever learn about this conversation, it would enrage him and after what he did yesterday, I'm afraid of what he might do if he ever found out I told you this."

"Told me what?"

"Maybe it would be easier if I just showed you instead." With at Jeremiah leaned in and kissed me on the lips. My eyes went wide in surprise and I pulled away from him. "I am so sorry Quinn, I should have asked first."

It was then that I spotted Jerome off in the distance. Had he seen what had happened? I glanced back towards where I had seen him but he'd disappeared.

"It's fine. Now could you please tell me what's so important?"

"I care about you Quinn. In fact, I love you and not in a sisterly way. This is going to seem confusing but I had to let you know the truth. I'm sorry Quinn, I've got to go..." What had he meant he didn't want Jerome to take me away from him? Oh well. I guess I could ask him tomorrow.

Unfortunately, Jeremiah left and jo one would say where he had gone or why he had left except that Jerome had tried to kill him multiple times. Which seemed odd to me. The dream changed to a few days later I stood by frozen in my spot as Lila beat Jerome.

"You horrible good for nothing little brat! I hate you! It's because of you that I lost my precious Jeremiah!" Lila venomously spat Jerome who didn't even seem hurt by her words.

Again the dream changed to Jerome being beaten. "Stop! He's your son! How could you do this to your own son?" I demanded rushing over to Jerome who now lay unconscious on the ground.

"He's no son of mine." Lila hissed as she kicked him in his side before drunkenly walking back into the trailer and slamming the door shut.

A few minutes later the dream changes to the day Jerome killed his mother Jerome's gaze changed from the Jerome that I knew and loved to an emotionless face.

He stood over his mother's bed a knife in his hand. However, it wasn't his mother in the bed it was me. "No! Jerome don't!" Jerome smiled but it wasn't his normal smile it was an eerie one.

He leaned down so that he was inches from my face he placed a kiss on my lips and then whispered "you shouldn't have betrayed  me Quinn."

With that the knife came down I could almost feel it penetrating my stomach. I awoke in a sweat and glanced over Jerome who to my surprise was not asleep.

"Are you alright Quinn?" He asked in genuine concern. "Your shaking like a leaf. What's wrong?"

"Nnnothing."

"Quinn, I know when your lying to me. Now tell me, what's wrong?"

"I... I had a bad dream." Quinn replied still shaking.

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"You'll think it's silly."

"I won't."

"I dreamed of the day where the happiness of our childhood was stolen from us. The day when Bella and Jeremiah was taken away from us." Jerome let out a low growl when I mentioned his brother's name. "Forget I even said anything. It was just a stupid dream."

"Shhhh. It's alright. There was more to the dream then that wasn't there?"

"No."

"Quinn." Jerome replied a hit of warning in his voice.

"I dreamt that someone tried to kill me. They said that I deserved to die for betraying my friends." I replied not wanting to admit that he was the one who had tried to kill me in my dream.

"Shhh. Your safe. No one will hurt you while I'm around." Jerome whispered with that he began to hum not while I'm around from Sweeney Todd the demon barber of Fleet Street. Though I didn't want to admit it, his presence was comforting.

Jerome POV

I decided to stay up and watch Quinn sleep. She was beautiful. I looked at her in concern as she began to toss around in her sleep. "No dont!" She whimpered her hands rising up to protect her face. A few minutes later she awoke in a cold sweat. She was trembling I frowned and looked at her in concern.

"Quinn what's wrong ? Your shaking like a leaf on a tree."

"NnNothing. I'm fine." Quinn replied not meeting my gaze.

I gently took her by the hand. "Quinn you know you can't lie to me. Now tell me, what's wrong?"

"It's nothing. I just had a bad dream."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"I dreamt about they day our childhood happiness was stolen from us. About the day that Bella was taken away and about the night that Jeremiah disappeared." Upon hearing my brother's name I let out a low growl causing Quinn to pause.

"Forget I said anything. It was just a stupid dream."

"There has to be more then that to cause you to be shaking like this. Please tell me what happened."

Quinn then told me that she dreamt that someone had stabbed her in the stomach in an attempt to kill her. Whispering that she deserved to die for betraying her friends.

Upon hearing this, I pulled her into my chest so that she could hear my heartbeat. "Shhh. It's alright. No ones going to hurt you, not while I'm around." With that I began to hum the song that had those exact lyrics. Soon Quinn was fast asleep once more.

Quinn POV

I fell asleep for the second time praying that I wouldn't have anymore nightmares, but unfortunately that was not to be. I soon found myself in a familiar setting a circus.

I was in the middle of both Bruce and Jerome. Jerome was leading us around this circus. "Welcome to My carnival of terrors." Jerome replied with a smile.

"Is there any plan for all this madness?" Bruce asked as we watched people fighting and killing each other. Participating in cruel versions of popular carnival games. Jerome laughed at the question.

"People don't want a plan they want an excuse." Jerome replied. Upon seeing all the fighting going on I tried to pull out of Jerome's grasp to no prevail.

"The mother who wants to strangle her kids, the husband or wife who wants to stab their spouse. All they are looking for is someone to tell them to go ahead. Do it. Kill them. The point is that it doesn't matter."

Jerome's eyes light up at the sight of a dunk tank. Like all the other games at this carnival it had a deadly twist. The tank was filled with piranhas. "Ooh my favorite game. One please."

"No no no. Please." The man holding a briefcase begs as he is forced into the dunk tank seat.

"You won't get away with this."

"I already have. Now shhh. I need to concentrate." Jerome replies pulling back his arm preparing to throw the baseball at the target.

"You can't do this!"

"Watch me dollface." Jerome replies and I wince at his pet name for me. He once again goes to throw the ball.

"A few dozen hypnotized cronies can't keep the city held hostage forever." Bruce replies and once again Jerome pauses.

"Well duh." Jerome replied.

"So what's the point?" Bruce demands and I frowned as I realized that Bruce's attitude wasn't helping the situation if anything it was making it worse.

Jerome sighed in irritation. "The point is the people out there looting, robbing , fighting, killing each other. They are the people who pour your coffee, who wash your car, who take out your trash."

"What happened when the lights went out? They showed their true faces. They showed just how eager they are to open your veins and bathe in your rich blue blood. That's the point. Gotham has no heroes."

"That's not true. There are good people in Gotham."

"Like who? The sheep who lock their doors and hide under their beds?" Jerome replied sarcastically.

"Detective Jim Gorden and his partner Harvey Bullock. They are heroes." I replied and Jerome laughs.

"Good old Jimbo. He's no hero Quinn he's just as bad as the rest of this city. He hasn't always followed the rules. Did you know that your precious Gorden shot and killed an unarmed man in cold blood?"

"As for his partner don't get me started on all the illegal things that he's done. Forging evidence just to close a case, taking bribes just to name a few."

"No!" Jerome starts to throw the ball Bruce shoves him causing him to miss.

"Foul! Did you see that he shoved me." Jerome whined. I shrugged.

"I'd have done the same thing." I replied.

"You want to kill someone, then come on, kill me and get it over with." Bruce demands as he struggles in the grasp of two of Jerome's men.

Jerome let's out a fake yawn "you are so boring Bruce." He then pushes a big red button and the man falls into the tank and is instantly being attacked by the piranhas within seconds the tank is a deep crimson. "Oops. Sorry." Jerome replies pretending to have pushed the button accidentally.

"You did that on purpose." I hissed at him as I tried to drown out the man's screams which only lasted a few seconds.

"Yo boss." A man who looks eerily like the escaped rapist and murderer Robbert Greenwood to Jerome handing him a staple gun. Jerome sighs then begins to staple his face. His eyes never once leaving mine. I wince at the sound of gun going off.

"Does that hurt?" Bruce demands.

"I don't know. You tell me." Jerome replies taking the stapling gun shooting multiple staples in Bruce's arm. Bruce winces but doesn't respond.

"Stop it! Can't you see your hurting him! Just stop Jerome! You've made your point." My protests fall on deaf ears. Jerome is determined not to stop until Bruce begs him too. Bruce being stubborn refused to admit that he's in pain.

At this a dark look crosses Jerome's face. I can tell that he is irritated. He continues to drive staples into Bruce's arm until Bruce cries out in pain. "Stop!" Jerome smiles in satisfaction as. Bruce's demands turned into a bit of a whimper "stop."

"Ok." Jerome replies handing the staple gun over to the man. "Enough dilly dallying, to the main event. Oh and Quinn, I'm
truly sorry about this... He paused before replying "again."

Before I have a chance to ponder what he means I'm hit in the back of the head with a blunt object. As he picks me up I can hear him humming and odd song. "I wanna play house with you."

When I awaken Jerome is still singing the lyrics but I'm tied to a chair in the middle of the ring. "Jerome What is going on? Where's Bruce?"

"Don't worry, golden boy is fine, for now."

"Please Jerome, Let me go!"

"Sorry Dollface, I'm afraid I can't do that. You see, it's time that things went back to the way they use to be. Remember back in the old days when we would play house? I'd be your husband, you be my loving wife, and Bella was our baby."

"First off ,we never played house Jerome. Secondly, things will never be like they were before."

Jerome pouts "and why's that Dollface?"

"Because your no longer the Jerome that I knew and loved like a brother."

"Oh I think it was a bit more then the love you give a sibling my dear. Admit it, you love me and you want to be with me for the rest of your life. Just like that song in your favorite broadway play. You always said you wanted to be Belle, well nows your chance."

"How does that song that ruggedly handsome Gaston sings again called? Ah yes, Me. You've been dreaming just one dream nearly all your life. Hoping scheming just one schem will you be a wife? Will you be some he-man's property? Good news that he-man's me."

"This equation girl plus man doesn't help just you. On occasion women can have their uses too. Mainly to extend the family tree. Pumpkin extend with me." He said placing a kiss on my lips. I bit his lip in reply. Jerome frowned as he wiped the blood from his now bleeding lip bit then smiled again. As he continued singing. "We will be raising sons galore."

"I'm not hearing this." I replied putting my hands over my ears in an attempt to block out Jerome's singing.

"Each stuffed with every Valeska gene. You'll be keeping house with pride."

"Not gonna happen." I replied with a frown.

"Oh so gratified, that you are part of this idilic scene. Picture this: a big trailer with my wonderful circus in the background. My little wife messaging my back, while the little ones play on the floor with the dogs. Oh we will have at least six or seven, or better yet a dozen."

"Dogs?" I ask hopefully and Jerome laughs.

"No Quinn, strapping boys like me and maybe a few girls." Jerome replies with a wink causing me to shudder.

"Keep on dreaming lover boy."

"Trust me Quinn, You are face to face with destiny. All roads lead to, the best things in life are, all's well that ends with me. Escape me there's no way. Simple as doe rey, Quinn when you agree to be my queen." He replied and this time it was my turn to smile.

"Since we are exchanging songs try this on for size. You don't own me, I'm not just one of your many toys. You don't own me, don't say that I can't go out with other boys. And don't tell me what to do, and don't tell me what to say.
And please when I go out with you, don't put me on display.

"You don't own me. Don't try to change me in any way. You don't own me don't tie me down cause I'll never stay." I replied with a smirk.

"If that's the way that you want it then so be it." With that he takes out a knife and stabs me in the stomach. I place my hand over the wound glancing down I see the red substance flowing through my hand.

"Why?" I groan as the blood continues to flow.

"Because like the song I wanna play house with you says: listen to Me baby, and try to understand, I'd rather see you dead little girl, then to see you with another man."

"Especially, someone like Bruce. Your mine Quinn. You've always been mine and you'll always be mine. Not even death will keep us apart." Jerome whispered as the light drained from my eyes. I woke up shivering and Jerome pulled me closer to him.

"Another nightmare?"

"Yeah and its all your fault!" I reply trying to push away from him.

"What I do?" Jerome asked sounding a little hurt.

"I've been having nightmares ever since you kidnapped me and took me to that horrible or circus or carnival or whatever you want to call it. I can't stop seeing that man being eaten by piranhas, among other things."

"I'm sorry Quinn, the circus was never meant to be traumatizing you, but rather to show you the truth about the citizens of Gotham. They are either wolves in disguise or they are sheep who are too terrified of their own shadows to want to stand up and fight for what they want."

"Try and get some rest. It's going to be a long day tomorrow." Jerome replied kissing my forehead and pulling me into a protective embrace. As much as I hated to admit it being wrapped in his strong arms was actually comforting.

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