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𝓢𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓷𝓪 looks down at her bitten into pizza and then drops it down back into the box. It tasted alright, but she bet that 𝓁𝓊𝓃𝒶𝓉𝒾𝒸, spat a loogie on it. She would do that if she hated Bruce's guts. Grimacing once more a semi bored look fell on her face before eye brows rose to look as Bruce was making yet another one of his irrational decisions.  "Bruce." She groaned getting up, she hoped he wasn't going on another one of his vigilante like out-goings. Doing that was her thing now, she had her whip from Tabitha Galavan, but Bruce didn't fight with weapons because he refused to kill. "Don't go, unless you plan on dropping a few bodies." She hissed, getting up and grabbing her discarded whip from the back of a chair she put it on.  𝒜𝓁𝒻𝓇𝑒𝒹, who was currently walking to the movie room with movie snacks, "Master, B?" He said confused watching Bruce walk out of the room in a huff. He hated when Bruce looked this upset, his instinct was to follow, pushing the bowl of freshly popped popcorn into Selina's arms. The girl paused and looking at him with a glare, before shrugging and putting some popcorn in her mouth and following after the butler. 

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FINALLY, the belated look of confusion found its way onto Selina Kyle's soft features, before watching as Bruce placed the disk into the player, a small frown settled on her pink glossy lips, eyebrows knitted together in a confused manner. 

'𝔓𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔢𝔫𝔱𝔦𝔫𝔤~ 𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔇𝔢𝔞𝔱𝔥 𝔬𝔣 𝔅𝔯𝔲𝔠𝔢 𝔚𝔞𝔶𝔫𝔢!', was displayed on a paper that was close to the camera, before the paper was thrown behind a person's body who stepped back out of sight. A doll that looked familiar to Jerome was wearing a nice suit, while a doll that wore a black turtle neck and had its hair to the side was next to it. Obviously, this doll was Bruce Wayne.  Black gloved fingers gripped the dolls tightly and made them bow in a childish manner before whoever held the dolls laid the Bruce one down on what looked like train tracks, while Jerome one laid Bruce down.  "Help me! Help me! Detective Gordon help me!" The voice that sounded too feminine to be Bruce made the Bruce doll say.  "No one is gonna HELP you, Brucie! There are no HEROES in Gotham!" Jerome's voice came out, holding his doll dramatically as if the doll had been the one laughing.  The sound of a train whistle came through and suddenly the screen changed to an old timey western film, where a damsel in distress was tied to train tracks but before the hero could make it the screen went black and then showed the image of a train blowing up and the sounds of people screaming was heard, once again the screen cut to black and now Jerome was holding the camera and laughing madly into it, before sighing contently.  "Hiya, Brucie! Old pal! I hope you got my presents!" a grin was plastered on the MANIAC'S face. "And the pizza.." Jerome giggled madly, he began slowly panning the camera towards the half naked pizza delivery boy before it was back on him, showing off the stubble he wore, and the blue polo with the Domino's Pizza emblem on the shirt pocket, his hair was shaggy and unkempt, but he then covered with a cap.  "I bet you missed me because I MISSED you." He growled the last part, "And I'm COMING FOR YOU, Brucie. Like I said." A grin fell upon his face, his face had scarring from where it had healed from him holding it up with staples, and it being CUT FROM HIS HEAD. His hands dipped into makeup and he brought it to his face covering the scars so that they didn't show.  "I'll KILL you this time, Brucie. I promise." He said grinning from ear to ear. "My elaborate plan, oh, oh I can't wait for you to find it out. Also, I found something.." His eyebrows knit together, and then he gave a mocked gasp. "Oh, what could it be, Jerome!? please tell me!" Jerome said in a girly voice. He held up a file, that was labeled ' 𝑀𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒽𝒶 

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𝒯𝒽𝑜𝓂𝒶𝓈'  In Martha Wayne's beautiful hand writing.  An evil grin plastered itself on Jerome's face as he dropped the file and he laughed.  "See ya soon, Brucie." And the disk stopped there.

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THE FINAL GIRL

SAW!? Jerome’s eyebrows raise in an unbelievable amount of EXCITEMENT.  “It wasn’t until YOU said something!” A laugh escapes his pale pink lips, and his hand jolts forward, the metal barrel of a life ending object placed to her forehead, his other hand grabbing the knife in the blonde’s wrist.  “Is that what you want FINAL GIRL? To cut into yourself on tv? for a chance at some national sympathy? For the girl who DIES at the hands of a couple of LOONS?!” His hand holding her wrist with the knife, he holds it to her own throat, and then he presses it to his throat in a threatening manner, his own blood lightly bleeding down the knife. “Or are you going to play, HERO?" 

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MONTHS, it had been months since the events of Jerome Valeska's circus of HORRORS. Since he tried to KILL BRUCE WAYNE, by cannon fire. Oh, how FUN it would have been to see the cannon ball fly through the little BLUE BLOOD. His luck had been what it had been with Theo Galavan. SHIT. Once again his plans to have Gotham under his thumbnail had proved to be an absolute failure. He would never admit it was his fault. Though, his new plan was to make sure his LITTLE CONQUISTADOR suffered the same fate as everyone is Gotham City. To be just like him! To be swallowed up and spit out like he was, to fall into the pit of darkness and to be one of his MANIACS!  For now, his plans were to ESCAPE Arkham. And he would. He vowed too, last time he had help, this time would prove to be much more difficult, this time he was going to make sure no one from the outside helped him. Just the INMATES OF ARKHAM ASYLUM, these were the only fools that could be trusted, because they were too DENSE to even try to stab him in the back. All he had to do was give the promise of CANDY and he had them under his CHAOS DRIVEN grip.  While all of this took place, Jerome made sure he messed with dear old Bruce Wayne! His little HERO! He sent little presents in the mail, so Bruce would NEVER forget him, so that Bruce knew he would never, ever forget HIM. How could he forget that little BRAT, that escaped his wrath twice now? He couldn't and he wouldn't! Not when his promise to show Gotham who they really are lay open in the air, the words of his former self, the words of THE PROPHET. Bruce Wayne would receive HAIR, NAILS, BITS OF BLOOD STAINED PAPER, CLOTHING, UNDERWEAR WITH HIS NAME STICHED ON THE INSIDE, SALIVA. Never once did he leave words, not until the last letter. The letter with the words written in his BLOOD, words that READ, 

"Ì'M ÇÖMÌñG £ÖR ¥ÖÚ, ßRÚÇÌÈ."  He sent that the day he escaped.

Selina Kyle was at Wayne Manor, having decided that she would visit more often than what she usually would. Tonight She had decided she would order her and Bruce a pizza and watch a horror movie. Sitting in Wayne Manor next to Bruce, She gave a delighted sly smile as the door bell rang, alarming the teens that the pizza was at the door.  "I'll get it!" Selina called out, so Alfred could hear, she and Alfred didn't always see eye to eye, but after the months of her coming and going, she imagined they were on some what neutral terms. Hopping up from her seat hands going into her pockets and pulling the 'Coach' brand wallet -which didn't belong to her- from her leather jacket pocket, She started walking to the door, opening it and offering the delivery boy a smile. The delivery boy was pale, and oddly familiar, but held the pizza out with a grin. Selina held the cash out, and the boy shook his head.  "For Brucie, this one is on the HOUSE." He said and Selina gave a confused look, before taking the box from the cap wearing delivery boy, red hair poked out from under his cap, and green perceptive eyes watched her with a mischievous gleam. His red stubble on his face threw her off from realizing who this boy was. She didn't know it was Jerome, hidden behind one of his disguises, his red long hair covered his ears, and most of the scarring on his face was covered by makeup.  Selina gave a simple shrug before taking the box, and throwing a tip at the boy before slamming the door in his face and carrying the boxes of pizza into the movie room to Bruce, setting the box down on the table. "Free pizza for the billionaire. I hope it tastes better than pizza you have to buy." A smirk played on her face, as she opened the pizza box, she picked up a slice and plopped down, without seeing the disc that was taped to the roof of the box. 

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THE FINAL GIRL

THE BOSS, That's who Jerome thought he was! Who did this girl think she was? 'THE FINAL GIRL'? What a mouth full!  Laughter erupts from the red headed nightmare, named Jerome Valeska. "I didn't call for SURVIVORS, Doll!" He says his eyes looking to the knife, a dangerous smile pressing into pale features.  There could be no survivors when rolling with him! Jerome had one job, and one job alone, SCREW WITH GOTHAM! It was simple, and he couldn't have some 'FINAL GIRL', getting in his way! His gun leaves the confinements of his pocket and he points it at her.  An idea strikes the red head, this girl would be the POINT, the MESSAGE that Gotham needs to see what happens when you mess with THE BOSS AND HIS MANIACS!  "We're going to PLAY A GAME!" His voice picks up with excitement, no regard for the knife in the girl's hand. 

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“You say tomato, I say potato, D O L L.” 

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C R A C K | @jeromes-harlequin

“ You’re a S H I T, doctor! You don’t even give massages.  ” 

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C R A C K| @plxntfriendly

“ Forest green, or fern? either way, I’m gonna S T E P on it.  “

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“  Hey, hey, H E Y “  Jerome began his head tilted, and a grin was pressed onto his stapled on face. 

“ I’m into assorted hostilities as much as the next guy, but uh, tell me you’re at least J O K I N G?”  Laughter rang through and echoed off walls, he jumped startled by his own laugh, which only caused him to laugh all the more.  “  After all, why so S E R I O U S? Am I right?  “

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“  Someone’s gone a little too H E A V Y on the eyeliner.  “ After a pause and a small head tilt. He broke into a grin.  “  It’s Y O U. ” 

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G R E E T E R || @prince-ofgotham  

“ Well L O O K I E here, we’ve got a B A B Y in the room !! “

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“  M O V E  O U T of the way, geezer. It’s my T I M E  to shine.  ” 

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      “ There’s              more                      than               Nothing           contagious           laughter!  ”

With a skip to his step, Jerome Valeska takes Gotham into his chaos driven grip. His plan is to throw Gotham into widespread panic. No vigilante or Bruce Wayne can get in this maniac’s way! Will you survive?

Semi-selective canon-divergent Jerome Valeska 

Multiverse and welcome to AU’s 

OC and crossover-friendly 

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Rules

Rules

Hello, so I can’t follow you beautiful people on this blog, but I can on @clown-girl-rising (My Lucy baby). Anyways please bear with me, as I write these horrendous things called ‘rules’, that Jerome doesn’t even follow. And here we go~!

Regarding Ships (and NSFW):

I get it, I do. We all want this red-headed asshole (except me, he’s a rude lil shit), but unfortunately, that doesn’t mean my red-headed asshole wants you. Jerome is a complicated guy; he likes diversity and range and charisma! If you peak his interest he’ll grow a small infatuation, that will grow into obsession and possessiveness.  

Another thing: Ships take time for me, you can’t just expect me to jump into a pre-established relationship, it’s weird and awkward for me to write. That means the same for Harley Quinn, as much as I love that character I don’t automatically ship ‘Mad Love’. We must run through the chemistry and give it a test go~ If we don’t end up shipping, they could be partners in crime together.

My Jerome is bi-sexual. Why? Because I write him? Do I need a reason? Look at his flamboyant ass? Tell me he ain’t Bi and gotta thing for Brucie-Poo? (Yes, I do ship them. BatJokes for life)

Sex rps can happen, but I require that they be placed under a read more for my comfort and the comfort of others. You must be 18+ to rp sexual themes with my character because I’m not going to jail for writing with kiddos~

Other NSFW:

Need I remind you who you’re interacting with? Nah, you know. This violent jerk speaks for himself. Anyways that being said, there will be some heavy scenes written by me for the joy of Jerome. He’s a sick twisted man, who will cut you open and hang you by your ankles and torture you most likely. I promise every horrific theme will be tagged accordingly. Under no circumstances will I write rape. I use to run a Joker blog, I know how that shit goes. People messaging me about having Joker rape their character really gives me anxiety. Ya’ sickos. I don’t write it for the safety and respect of victims on this blog.

Inactivity:

So my main blog is Lucy as I stated before all of this, I’ve put so much work on her, that Lucy is my priority over Jerome. I’ve rped (Joker and Jerome) privately for over a year, and practiced my Lucy Quinn for longer. Not every day will I have a muse for Jerome, and that being said Please do not pester me for replies or passive aggressive blog about me. Honestly, all hate will be blocked I don’t even care. I love you all though.

Normal Rules:

I’ve worked really hard to build up my own headcanons and what not for Jerome, so please do not write his actions or thoughts for me. Please don’t god mod, and power-play me. OC’s are welcome though I do want to see an about page for them! :) and get a feel for them. Asks, Open Starters and memes are open for everybody (it doesn’t mean I will always continue or answer them though. It all depends on my Jerome muse cooperating with me)

Also, Lucy may appear on here sometimes, it alllllll depends.

Format:

I prefer writing in para and in small font. I use small Icons, and gif icons, I save and credit the ones that don’t belong to me. Like these ones are made by @elliesrph. If need be I can not write in small font for people who ask me!

Anyways if you’re reading this you’ve made it to the end! :) CoNgRaTS for reading this long PILE OF POOP. Anyway, check out my about page.

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Verses

Tortured Little Boy:

Growing up in Haly’s circus is rough. Jerome is often quiet and knows to keep to him self. Bruises are often scattered across his skin, but if you ask him, they aren’t from his mother, they’re from him ‘dicking around’. After all, they do say, “Boys will be boys,”. Jerome has a depressive nature to him, and he’s riddled with sick thoughts. He tortures animals because some of the thoughts in his head tell him to do it. Sometimes Jerome can’t control himself. At Haly’s he stands outside the tent telling cheap jokes, that never bite. That’s all part of being a comedian though right? You always deal with people who never get the punchline.

Arkham Bound:

Arkham is the worst. He prefers it to Haly’s though. Confined to Arkham ain’t so bad when you can build alliances with some lunatics.Jerome is slowly slipping deeper into his own maddening abyss. The crevices of his mind wrap around him like a dark inviting blanket. The thoughts they burn him deep as they tell him to kill anyone who gets in his way. Trouble lurks in every corner, and Jerome tries desperately, no, forcefully to yank them out of the corner and bring them to light. He will escape. He vowed to.

The Boss:

Out and about, and one hell of a rampage, Jerome seeks chaos at every corner with his band of lunatics! Theo Galavan has another thing coming if he thinks he’s in charge. Jerome is locked and loaded and the need for chaos and the disruption of society is over-due for Gotham City and Jerome will make sure they get an overwhelming taste of spicy madness. Approaching is futile. His regard for the safety of others and himself are at the lowest they could be, some would even say they were buried with his mother~ *Buh-dum tiss*

The Prophet:

Risen from the dead and a stapled on face seems like one cruel joke, but Jerome is digging it! That year in darkness was a real eye opener. Jerome is back now and better than ever, his goal to destroy Bruce Wayne -the last one he remembers trying to kill- is higher than ever. Come at him ‘Mano Y Mano’ kids! He can’t guarantee you’ll come out of it unscarred. He’s more violent and chaotic and he’ll invite you to the circus of his wildest dreams.

King of Arkham:

Back in Arkham, what a sick fuckin’ joke. At least his face isn’t falling off anymore. Sewed back on his face is lined with scarring of his when some unlucky bastard cut it off -Who he still doesn’t forgive-. Now in Arkham, he declares himself the king! If anyone says otherwise he’ll make sure you never breathe again. His vow to escape returns, and when he does he’ll be after Bruce once more, or the vigilante Gotham seems to be dealing with.

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