#Jerome valeska/Harleen quinzel

[chernayawidow]

GOTHAM ORIGINAL CHARACTER: HARLEEN QUINZEL

His red hair was a physical warning,

A literal red flag.

And yet she persevered anyway.

[chiropterancreed]

back on my batman shit for a second; but what if the joker was just eric andre on steroids?? a tall, skinny man with green hair going around gotham and harassing people and pranking them for a tv show. he gets famous and it all goes to his head, taking the "pranks" further and further. going from theft "pranks" to straight up stealing shit. kidnapping people as a "joke", bank heists, dressing up in cop costumes and falsely arresting people, being a genuinely awful public nuisance. harley quinn as hannibal, only taking the pranks further and further, all while getting it on camera. joker thinking stealing chemicals is a good idea for some reason, falling into the vat and it changing his brain chemistry irrevocably. joker becoming the epitome of chaotic evil, but still doing genuinely funny stuff. hiding from batman while on the run, absconding into an abandoned warehouse. there's plenty of empty crates to hide behind, but he picks the lone pole in the room because he can't resist a good gag. slapstick violence, straight up three stooges impressions, all while spiraling further and further into actual violence. no joke is too out there, no prank too harmful. does all his own stunts, all while laughing his ass off. to me, the joker should just be some clown!!! some funny guy who's a terrible person who doesn't know when to quit!!! bee gee's "i started a joke", a combination of larry, curly and moe; the marx brothers, pagliacci, a mime, and eric andre rolled into one!!!

[that-one-writer-k]

Quinn: I’m kind of crushing on someone but I’m worried about telling you who it is, because you’re not going to like it.

Selina: just rip the bandage off.

Quinn: it’s Jerome

Selina: Put the bandage back on

[everythingnerdyxoxo]

We're All Mad Here - Jerome Valeska x Harley Quinn

Summary: A new patient had entered Arkham Asylum, she could already tell he would make things fun.

Pairing: Jerome Valeska x Harley Quinn

Chapter Three

Boring. So Boring.

Jerome lay atop of his bed, staring absently at the ceiling above.

He was getting bored of playing the jokester. Pottering about in the dayroom, acting like a funny little boy around the other patients. He was getting tired of sucking up to that Barbara Kean. God, she was pretty but not much of a conversationalist. Liked too much attention for his liking. But she would work, he could use her to get to his goal.

Everyone knew she’d had a thing with the great Jim Gordon. God just thinking that name was ticking him off. That was his end game, to kill Jim Gordon, to kill Bruce Wayne. All he needed was to get out of this hellhole.

The bell sounded, time for dayroom. The guards lined up outside, taking the patients, one by one into the room as they filtered out. The rest of the rabble here were all so unintelligent, no one he could share plans with, no one of any use to him. There they all were once again, sat on the same table, Barbara in the centre. How terribly boring.

He scanned the room, a peculiar blonde sitting in the corner of the room, looking out of the same window as she did. He suspected she was as mad as the rest of them here, could barely form a sentence he supposed. He knew she watched him, fancied him perhaps. It wasn’t until he noticed her smile at his jokes, perhaps there was something more to that one. That Harleen Quinzel.

She was cute, cuter than Barbara Kean. He hadn’t heard of her before, no links to any of his enemies from what he knew, but perhaps he could use her.

                                                       *

She noticed him watching her, still standing in the doorway of the dayroom, a hand sleeking through his red hair. She tried to avoid eye contact, after locking eyes with him the day before, she was embarrassed. He was probably judging her, looking at her insecurities, could possibly even be looking through her once again.

                                                        *

‘Why hey there gorgeous.’ He towered over her seated form, her long platinum hair matted in places moved with her head as she shot to attention.

‘Hi’ she barely even squeaked it out, in shock that he had even approached her.

‘What’s so interesting out of that little window, that it takes your eyes off me?’ he sat beside her now, that manic grin on his face. He had noticed her watching him.

She blushed, breaking eye contact with him once again. ‘I like watching the normals. Makes me feel less caged.’ He narrowed his eyes at her in response.

‘The normals?’ he leant over, looking out of the window, his face so close to hers as he did so. ‘Well Harleen, looks like you can see the whole city from here!’ he laughed manically, gaining a smile from her.

‘You know my name?’ she barely whispered. ‘Well of course, I like to know the names of all the pretty girls here.’ Another manic laugh.

She was elated but still cautious, another feeling building in her chest.

‘Jerome!’ Barbara’s high-pitched voice carried across the day room. ‘If you spend too much time there, you’ll catch fleas!’ she laughed, the rabble of men surrounding her following suit.

Harleen flashed her a dark look, a dangerous look, the things she would do to Barbara if she could. She composed herself quickly, looking back at Jerome, who only smiled dangerously back at her. He had noticed her response. Fear building in her chest.

‘Interesting, interesting. See you soon Harleen.’ He elongated her name as he spoke before heading back to Barbara and the others, giving her a backwards wave.

Harleen sat, confused. What had just happened?

[hannahhook7744]

Quinzel brothers only in Gotham bio (redone);

Name: Lucifer "Lu" Felix Quinzel. 

Age: 16 years old.

Pronouns: He/Him.

Gender: Cisgender male.

Sexuality: Heterosexual.

Notes:

Calling him by his first name instead of his nickname will get you slapped.

Commenting on his eyes will get you smacked.

Participating in 'Kick a ginger day' will get you kicked right back.

He hates his hair, eyes, and name.

He likes angry and sad music.

He is one of the many children of Harleen Quinzel and the joker. 

He is in the following clubs: The Global Villain Kid Support Club, Gymnastics Club, Martial Arts Club, Drama Club, Movie Club, Cards Club, and Comedy Club.

Liu likes building joke shop items and Jack in the boxes.

He is single for now.

He grew up with his grandparents until his youngest siblings—Jackie and Bryce—were born and his mother finally left his dad.

Harley fisted alot though and sent money for his, Emoji, and Joseph's care.

He did not know he had a twin that was being raised by Ivy until his mom left his dad.

He also didn't know that Lucy was his bio sister and not his bio cousin until then either.

After Harley left his dad, she moved him, Ace, Ivy, Ivy's kids, him, Emoji, and Joseph into the apartment building her uncle left her after his death.

Liu loves Hamilton the musical and stars.

He also always wears 3D glasses to cover up his mismatched eyes.

He has Heterochromia—which caused him to be born with one blue eye and one red eye.

He loves paint balloons and hates his name.

He and his family are Jewish.

He is terrible at chemistry but wonderful at psychology.

He resents his dad greatly.

He is also debating changing his name when he's 18.

Liu works at the movie theater and sometimes he takes up temporary jobs at passing by circuses.

He wants to be a dagger thrower at the circus when he grows up.

His superhero name is Karma.

He's allergic to anesthesia and corn.

His bestfriends are his twin brother, Ace, alongside Juke Jones (A Red Lantern) and Aster Cutter (Drawback).

His favorite classes are psychology and art.

His weapon of choice is throwing knives.

His family:

Frances Quinzel Sr. (Maternal Great Grandfather),

Phyllis Quinzel (Maternal Great Grandmother),

Nicholas Quinzel Sr. (Maternal Grandfather),

Sharon Quinzel (Maternal Grandmother),

Louis Quinzel (Maternal Great Uncle),

Alice Quinzel (Maternal Great Aunt by Marriage),

Harleen Quinzel (Biological Mother),

Delia Quinzel the 1st (Maternal Aunt),

Bartholomew Quinzel (Maternal Uncle),

Frances Quinzel Jr. (Maternal Uncle),

Ezekial Quinzel (Maternal Uncle),

Nickolas Quinzel Jr. (Maternal Cousin Via Barry),

Jennifer Quinzel (Maternal Cousin Via Barry),

Lila Valeska (Paternal Grandmother),

Zachary Trumble (Parental Great Uncle),

Paul Cicero (Paternal Grandfather),

Jeremiah Cicero Valeska (Paternal Uncle),

Joker/Jack Napier/ Jerome Valeska (Biological Father),

Bethany (Paternal Step-Mother),

Pamela Isley (Maternal Step-Mother),

Jeremiah Fleck (Older Paternal Half Brother),

Lonnie Machin (Older Paternal Half Brother),

Joker Quinzel Jr. (Full Older Brother),

Lucille Quinzel (Full Older Sister and Adoptive Maternal Cousin Via Delia),

Teresa Isley (Maternal Older Step-Sister),

Rose Isley (Maternal Older Step-Sister),

Thorn Isley (Maternal Older Step-Sister),

Hazel Isley (Maternal Older Step-Sister),

Ace Quinzel (Full Twin Brother),

Emoji Jeune Quinzel (Full Younger Brother),

Joseph King Quinzel (Full Younger Brother),

Sofia (Younger Paternal Step-Sister),

Benicio (Younger Paternal Step-Brother),

Jackie Napier (Full Younger Sister),

Bryce Napier (Full Younger Brother),

Ivan Isley (Maternal Younger Step-Brother),

Delia Dennis the 2nd (Daughter) ,

Deidre Dennis (Daughter),

Anthony Delfini (Godfather),

Calliope (Pet Monkey),

Rover (Pet Mutant Venus Fly Trap),

Budsie (Pet Hyena),

And Louie (Pet Hyena).

Name: Emoji Jeune Quinzel.

Age: 15 years old.

Pronouns: He/Him.

Gender: Cisgender male.

Sexuality: Pansexual.

Notes:

Unlike his older brother, Lucifer, Emoji actually likes his name.

He gets along great with his siblings and is usually the mediator between them and sometimes their friends.

Skylar Kyle and Lee-Lee Willis are his best friends.

He loves smiley faces and they take up a good portion of his wardrobe.

He loves pulling pranks, playing cards, and riding his bike.

Emoji also has quite the sweet tooth.

Emoji decorates his clothes with paint and patches.

His best classes are art and music.

His weapon of choice is a mallet.

Emoji is also a fan of croquet, parkour, dancing, singing, cards, and board games.

He likes happy sounding and funny music.

His superhero alias is Happy.

He is less of a sourpuss compared to Lucifer and less temperamental than him too.

He also has almost no bloodlust at all.

He is friendly and hyperactive and a well-behaved, albeit horrible student due to his short attention span and lack of interest in school-related things.

He is in choir, drama club, band, the comedy club, the DND club, and the Global Villain Kid Support Club.

He wears a pair of smiley face sunglasses that Harley gave him when he was little.

He lives with his siblings and mom in the apartment building they live in.

He is single for now.

Emoji also hates their dad just as much as his siblings do but since he doesn't want his siblings to go to jail he keeps them from killing their father.

He has no allergies.

Emoji wants to be an art teacher when he grows up.

His family:

Great Grandpa Frances Quinzel Sr. (Maternal Great Grandfather),

Great Grandma Phyllis Quinzel (Maternal Great Grandmother),

Nicholas Quinzel Sr. (Maternal Grandfather),

Sharon Quinzel (Maternal Grandmother),

Louis Quinzel (Maternal Great Uncle),

Alice Quinzel (Maternal Great Aunt by Marriage),

Harleen Quinzel (Biological Mother),

Delia Quinzel the 1st (Maternal Aunt),

Bartholomew Quinzel (Maternal Uncle),

Frances Quinzel Jr. (Maternal Uncle),

Ezekial Quinzel (Maternal Uncle),

Nickolas Quinzel Jr. (Maternal Cousin Via Barry),

Jennifer Quinzel (Maternal Cousin Via Barry),

Lila Valeska (Paternal Grandmother),

Zachary Trumble (Parental Great Uncle),

Paul Cicero (Paternal Grandfather),

Jeremiah Cicero Valeska (Paternal Uncle),

Joker/Jack Napier/ Jerome Valeska (Biological Father),

Bethany (Paternal Step-Mother),

Pamela Isley (Maternal Step-Mother),

Jeremiah Napier (Older Paternal Half Brother),

Lonnie Machin (Older Paternal Half Brother),

Joker Quinzel Jr. (Full Older Brother),

Lucille Quinzel (Full Older Sister and Adoptive Maternal Cousin Via Delia),

Teresa Isley (Maternal Older Step-Sister),

Rose Isley (Maternal Older Step-Sister),

Thorn Isley (Maternal Older Step-Sister),

Hazel Isley (Maternal Older Step-Sister),

Ace Quinzel (Full Twin Brother),

Lucifer Felix Quinzel (Full Older Brother),

Joseph King Quinzel (Full Younger Brother),

Sofia (Younger Paternal Step-Sister),

Benicio (Younger Paternal Step-Brother),

Jackie Napier (Full Younger Sister),

Bryce Napier (Full Younger Brother),

Ivan Isley (Maternal Younger Step-Brother),

Delia Dennis the 2nd (Maternal Niece via Lucifer) ,

Deidre Dennis (Maternal Niece via Lucifer),

Anthony Delfini (Godfather),

Calliope (Pet Monkey),

Rover (Pet Mutant Venus Fly Trap),

Budsie (Pet Hyena),

And Louie (Pet Hyena).

Name: Joseph King Quinzel.

Age: 14 years old.

Pronouns: He/Him.

Gender: Cisgender male.

Sexuality: Aroace (aromantic asexual).

Notes:

Joseph also goes by Jo, Joey, Joey King, and Jo King.

His superhero alias is April Fools King, April fools for short.

April Fools is his and his brothers' favorite holiday.

Him, Emoji, and Liu all have ADHD.

He finds his name funny and takes great joy in introducing himself as 'Jo King' to people.

He took like prank shop items and clowns.

Joseph also wears purple and green 3D glasses.

His bestfriends are Linus Luthor, Lylod Snart, Eleanor Nygma, Ivan Isley, and Achilles Emerson.

He's playful with a temper and thinks he's funnier than Liu.

He also enjoys riling Liu up in several ways. Especially when it comes to his name.

He does well in school. Far better than his brothers.

He is a ball at parties.

Joseph is apart of the comedy club, the gymnastics club, the drama club, the dnd club, and the baseball team.

I he lijes pranking, acting, dancing, singing, playing games, playing with my pets, playing baseball, sleeping, parkour, go karting with his family and friends, and telling jokes.

He is allergic to fish.

His favorite colors are green and purple despite his hatred of his dad.

Joseph wants to be a pro baseball player when he grows up.

His family:

Great Grandpa Frances Quinzel Sr. (Maternal Great Grandfather),

Great Grandma Phyllis Quinzel (Maternal Great Grandmother),

Nicholas Quinzel Sr. (Maternal Grandfather),

Sharon Quinzel (Maternal Grandmother),

Louis Quinzel (Maternal Great Uncle),

Alice Quinzel (Maternal Great Aunt by Marriage),

Harleen Quinzel (Biological Mother),

Delia Quinzel the 1st (Maternal Aunt),

Bartholomew Quinzel (Maternal Uncle),

Frances Quinzel Jr. (Maternal Uncle),

Ezekial Quinzel (Maternal Uncle),

Nickolas Quinzel Jr. (Maternal Cousin Via Barry),

Jennifer Quinzel (Maternal Cousin Via Barry),

Lila Valeska (Paternal Grandmother),

Zachary Trumble (Parental Great Uncle),

Paul Cicero (Paternal Grandfather),

Jeremiah Cicero Valeska (Paternal Uncle),

Joker/Jack Napier/ Jerome Valeska (Biological Father),

Bethany (Paternal Step-Mother),

Pamela Isley (Maternal Step-Mother),

Jeremiah Napier (Older Paternal Half Brother),

Lonnie Machin (Older Paternal Half Brother),

Joker Quinzel Jr. (Full Older Brother),

Lucille Quinzel (Full Older Sister and Adoptive Maternal Cousin Via Delia),

Teresa Isley (Maternal Older Step-Sister),

Rose Isley (Maternal Older Step-Sister),

Thorn Isley (Maternal Older Step-Sister),

Hazel Isley (Maternal Older Step-Sister),

Ace Quinzel (Full Twin Brother),

Lucifer Felix Quinzel (Full Older Brother),

Emoji Jeune Quinzel (Full Older Brother),

Sofia (Younger Paternal Step-Sister),

Benicio (Younger Paternal Step-Brother),

Jackie Napier (Full Younger Sister),

Bryce Napier (Full Younger Brother),

Ivan Isley (Maternal Younger Step-Brother),

Delia Dennis the 2nd (Maternal Niece via Lucifer) ,

Deidre Dennis (Maternal Niece via Lucifer),

Anthony Delfini (Godfather),

Calliope (Pet Monkey),

Rover (Pet Mutant Venus Fly Trap),

Budsie (Pet Hyena),

And Louie (Pet Hyena).

This is a mix of Harley Quin and Joker medias.

Dc Rp friends; @gotham-is-fucking-weird @gothams-new-hero @christelgothamite @gotham-its-seven-in-the-morning @formerarkhampsychologist @gotham-bitch etc.

[myauthoughts]

Gotham daemon au MASTERPOST

Alice Tetch - cottontail rabbit, Modra

Barbara Kean - fancy rat, Typhon

Bruce Wayne - lioness, Meena

Butch Gilzean - english mastiff, Lilian

Carmine Falcone - sooty falcon, Corregia

Fish Mooney - siamese fighting fish, Nentelang

Harvey Bullock - bulldog, Alphonsa

Ivy Pepper - paper wasp, Valerius

Jack Buchinsky/Gruber / The Electrocutioner - electric eel, name unknown

Jeremiah Valeska - Guatemalan palm viper, Quinzel

Jerome Valeska - yellow anaconda, Harleen / Harley

Jervis Tetch - green peafowl, Nesmisel

Jim Gordon - wolfdog/terrier mix, Herais

Jonathan Crane / Scarecrow - american crow, Stosci

Lazlo Valentin / Pyg - unknown

Liza - stag beetle, Mörker

Selina Kyle - black cat, Nechtan

Silver St. Cloud - luna moth, Lovelace

Sofia Falcone - pearl kestrel, Quistelli

Tabitha Galavan - tiger, Lucifer

Theo Galavan - tarantula, Minerva

Vanessa Harper - sparkling violetear hummingbird, Kiko

Links to original posts:

Selina, Bruce, Ivy

Jerome, Jeremiah

Gordon, Bullock, Harper

Tabitha, Barbara, Butch

Galavan, Silver, Electrocutioner

Falcone, Fish, Liza

Sofia, Pyg

Jervis, Alice, Scarecrow

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Trails end

read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/jFZxKof by Ladyofsorrows645 Harleen gets drunk and begins detailing her misadventures with a certain ginger in the pages of a dollar store notebook. Or Two homicidal youths enjoy a few days of chaos before the law finally marches them down to the county looney bin . Words: 4224, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English Series: Part 1 of Session notes Fandoms: Gotham (TV), Batman - All Media Types Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: Rape/Non-Con Categories: F/M Characters: Harleen Quinzel, Jerome Valeska, The Maniax, Bruce Wayne, Barbara Kean, Harvey Bullock, Oswald Cobblepot, Jim Gordon, Fish Mooney Relationships: Harleen Quinzel/Jerome Valeska, Joker (DCU)/Harleen Quinzel Additional Tags: Inspired by Gotham (TV), On the Run, Diary/Journal, Harleen Quinzel Backstory, Past Child Abuse, Sexual Abuse, Fun, Love/Hate, Insanity, Arkham Asylum, Inspired by Bonnie and Clyde, Actors, Circus, Chaos read it on AO3 at https://ift.tt/jFZxKof

[ficklefics]

Friends Like These - Chapter Thirty: Do It Myself

Separated again from Jerome, this may be Harleen’s final stand. But she won’t rely on anyone else to save her.

Jerome Valeska x Harleen Quinzel

SERIES MASTERLIST ~ MASTERLIST ~ CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE

Taglist: @hexqueensupreme​

Chapter Warnings: Gore, Violence

I hate waking up like this.

I’m tied to a chair, my arms by my sides and held tight against the metal with tape. The room is clean, clinical, brightly lit.

I shake my head, trying to wake up quicker. I need to get out of here. Again. The door in front of me clicks open to reveal the man from before, the man who showed me pictures of my family.

“Good, you’re awake.” I glare at him. “This isn’t how I wanted it to happen, Harleen. We could have done good work together.” “What, playing judge, jury and executioner for all of Gotham? Sure, great work.” I growl. He sighs in disappointment. “If only you could see things from my perspective. Your new friends are destroying this great city.” “It’s not so great.” “You don’t believe that.” His voice oozes condescension. “You chose to stay while your parents left.” “I’m here to finish this.” “And not for any other reason?” I know exactly what he’s suggesting. My head drops, eye contact breaking; I can’t let him read my mind. “You’re a lost cause, Harleen. That’s what you are. But luckily -” He turns to the door as another man brings in a camera on a heavy stand “- there are other uses for you.”

“What are you going to do?” There’s no fear in my voice – but my heart is starting to race. This can’t be good. “You aren’t worth much in the grand scheme of things. But Jerome Valeska is.” As he’s speaking a trolley is rolled in, carrying surgical equipment. “And he will come looking for you. That much is sure.”

I scoff. “You’re an idiot. Jerome doesn’t actually care about me. I’m just a toy to him.” I don’t believe the words, not anymore. But he doesn’t know that.

The man frowns, his polished demeanour wavering. Our eyes are locked. Two steely glares, trying to judge what the other is thinking. “That’s a shame. I had hoped it wouldn’t have to come to this.” He reaches behind him and pulls a gun out from his belt. I straighten up at the sight of it. “But if Jerome won’t come, as you say, then we have no use for you.” He points the gun at my forehead, right between my eyes. “A necessary evil.” The safety clicks off. His finger rests against the trigger. My heart thuds in my ears.

“Wait!” He cocks his head at me. But he doesn’t fire. “You’re right. Jerome will come for me.” He lowers the gun, smiling smugly. “Wonderful-”

“Jerome will come for me and he will make every one of you regret touching a hair on my head.” I lean forward, straining against the tape, and the man backs off a few steps. “You’ve really fucked up now. You’re as good as dead.” I’m almost proud of the outburst. “You may be right. But we are well defended here. And you know Jerome better than anyone; you know how his emotions rule him. He’ll be reckless.” “You’re underestimating him.” “You’re underestimating what we plan to do.” He sheds his jacket and rolls his sleeves up. “We want him here. And we want him to suffer.” His fingers dance over the scalpels lined up on the tray. I’m not so bold anymore. “Imagine how upset he’ll be when he sees his precious Harleen being disfigured in the same way he was. Of course, you’re alive, so it will hurt a bit more.”

“You wouldn’t…” They can’t. They can’t do that.

“But we will.” A switch is flicked and a red light appears on the camera. “Say hello to Gotham.” I watch him in horror as he steps in front of me. “This is a message for Jerome Valeska, and everyone who calls themselves his ally – turn yourself in, or this innocent girl will suffer. And to prove that we are not bluffing, or lying…” He steps away and picks up one of the scalpels. “You’re more insane than him.” I bend backwards trying to get away but it’s hopeless. “I’m saner than anyone else in this city. Now, this will sting.” He forces my head back with his free hand and leans over me. I stare at the camera, pleading for someone to rescue me, and grit my teeth as the scalpel slides under my skin.

*

In some ways, it’s not as bad as what Jerome did. It’s less savage, more controlled. But it’s as though I can feel every nerve being broken and pulled apart. And it’s slow going – he started at my cheekbone and still hasn’t reached my chin. I refuse to scream. I won’t give him the pleasure.

An alarm blares. His hand jolts and I hiss at the movement. “I will be… back in a moment.” He drops the scalpel and moves away, wiping his hands as he slips out of the door.

For once I’m hoping it’s Jerome. I’m almost praying that he’s here to rescue me. Not that I need rescuing.

The tape around my wrists has gotten slacker. I groan, twisting my right hand. The loose joint pops easily so I can slip my hand out. I free the other one and stand woozily. I guess with everything that’s happened I’ve lost more blood. I stumble to the door, but he’s already coming back. I can hear him speaking to someone. I hurry backwards and grab the biggest scalpel I can before I sit back down, holding my arms at my side. The door opens again. His back is turned as he comes in. “I’m afraid we will need to hurry this up; it seems as though our plan has worked a little too well-”

When he turns I sink the scalpel into his neck. His eyes widen and he gasps for breath, a trickle of blood already spilling from the corner of his mouth. I pull it out and slash at his throat. Blood sprays over me and he falls to the floor. I follow him down and stab his chest again and again. I know he won’t survive. I know there’s no point continuing. But I want him to suffer. The look of fear in his eyes almost makes me laugh. He deserves this. And then it’s gone.

I killed him.

“Boss, are you okay?” A voice outside the door. I grab the gun from the body and point it towards the guard. He’s distracted by the pool of blood surrounding us. It makes it easy for me to fire two shots into his chest. He drops. I stand up, almost falling on the slick floor, and make my way out of the room.

“Jerome!?” I call out, but all I can hear is alarms, gunfire, shouting. I choose a random direction, towards the chaos, and begin to limp that way. I don’t know for sure who’s here, but I can’t just wait. I can practically feel the adrenaline coursing through my veins – it’s the only thing that’s keeping me going.

The closer I can get to the noise the more I can pick out individual voices. “Where is she?!” Somehow, through everything else, I can hear Jerome. “I’m here!” My voice cracks as I yell.

And there he is. From around the corner. He locks onto me and sprints faster. I hurry as fast as I can. Just as he reaches me my legs give out, but he catches me before I can fall to the floor. “Took you long enough.” I give a weak laugh before everything goes black.

*

Something is licking my neck. Something rough. Something that smells like –

“Puddin’?” The dog sitting on my chest barks excitedly at me then goes back to nuzzling. I lift a heavy arm and scratch behind her ears. Turning my head, I realise that I’m in my apartment, tucked into bed.

Was it all just a dream?

It’s night outside. The lights of Gotham sparkle behind the windows. I manage to sit up, nudging Puddin’ onto the other side of the bed.

Everything hurts.

“Lee?” Lee Thompkins is standing in the corner of the room looking across the city. At the sound of my voice, she turns. “Thank goodness.” She crosses to sit on the edge of the bed. “We weren’t sure when you were going to wake up. Or if.” “It was that bad?” “You’ve sustained a lot of trauma.” “What’s new?” I laugh. “Why are you here?” “Ed asked me to help. They didn’t want to take you to a hospital.” “And when you say they-?” “Jerome.” She doesn’t look happy about it. “He’s here?” “I think so. People have been coming and going.” “What happened to… to everyone?” She stands back up and begins to pace. “The people who took you? Let’s just say they’re not a threat anymore.” She folds her arms over her chest and looks at me. “I did my best, with the-” She gestures to her jaw. “Luckily the cuts were clean, but they will scar.” She hands me a mirror off of the dresser and I examine my reflection. As always, Lee’s stitches are neat and orderly, but they take up a lot of my cheek. I shrug, handing it back. “What’s one more scar?” “I’m going to go. If you need anything, I’ve left my number.” I stand up and wrap her in a hug before she can protest. “Thank you. For everything.” “Stay safe.” I’m not sure if that’s much of an option anymore. She leaves with a final smile and I’m on my own. I pick up Puddin’ and hold her close. The warmth is comforting.

I hear the door open. In the window I see him.

Jerome.

For the first time, there’s an awkward silence between us. I watch his reflection carefully.

“Cute dog.” “She is.” I put her down on the floor. “So…” “So…” We say it at the same time.  He chuckles. “Ladies first.” “Thanks for, well, saving me.” “All in a days work.” He shrugs, confidence reappearing. “So, you gonna join your family? Go skiing in your chalet?” There’s a bitter edge to his teasing. “It’s a lodge. And no.” I shake my head. “There’s no going back now.” “Why not?” Now he’s happy. Hopeful. “I killed a person. Two, actually. You were right.” The admission should make me feel awful. But whatever I feel is… more complicated than that. “Told ya’.” Smug bastard. “No need to rub it in.” He’s smirking at me now. “If it wasn’t for you, I would never have been there.” I turn around to face him. His eyes are dark. Hungry. I recognise that look. “And if it wasn’t for me, you’d still be normal.” “Nah, you can’t take all the responsibility for that.” I grin. The skyline catches my eye and I move to stand beside the window: Gotham spread out before me. “There’s no point running. It doesn’t get me anywhere.” “I could have told you that.” I roll my eyes. “Nothing’s the same. Nothing’s certain anymore. Nothing, except…” Except Jerome. “No matter where I am, you’re always one step behind me.” “I like to think I’m one step ahead.” He shrugs. Always cocky. Always arrogant. “Shut up.” I snap at him. “I barely recognise myself. But I think I’m more “me” than I ever have been.” All of the thoughts in my mind, every feeling, every question, every crisis, are spinning like a hurricane. I turn to look at him. “And I know what I want.”

“And what do you want, Harleen?” Jerome stares at me with an intensity I could never have imagined.

“Everything.”

I stride across the room and grab Jerome’s shirt, pulling him down and kissing him. He doesn’t even hesitate before pulling me even closer, our bodies pressed tight together. I lace my fingers through his hair, tugging at it, making sure this is real and he is there and this is happening. And it is. He is.

He pulls away from me, both of us breathing heavily. “You’re mine, Jerome Valeska,” I smirk up at him. “Works for me.”

His lips capture mine, and everything else disappears.

Everything but him and me.

That’s all we need.

MASTERLIST

[anarcha-queer-comics]

Gotham Rogues: I am the visual depiction of mental illness

[goggles-mcgee]

Rogue-Paper-Scissor

Riddler: "Okay my villainous fiends, we are all here because we are going to collaborate on a plan. Before we get started I will remind everyone present that any backstabbing, sabotaging, calling Gordon, or any such shenanigans will mean an automatic ban from Jervis's weekly tea parties for a month, one is coming up this weekend. Also torture but that was implied. Now, we will all have various roles and evil things to do but someone will have to take one for the team and kidnap Bruce Way-"

Joker: "Dibs!"

Scarecrow: "You can't call dibs before he finishes!"

Catwoman: "I'll do it."

Joker: "No. I called dibs."

Scarecrow: "What if I want to do it?"

Harley Quinn: "Hey I haven't gotten to do it in a while! Besides he owes me a redo date after the whole....y'know what we don't need to talk about the whole fake Bruce thing. "

Riddler: "We will absolutely talk about that at a later time but seriously who's going to do it?"

Various voices: "Me!"

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Riddler: "I....cannot believe we have to do this but here it is. We are going to have a rock-paper-scissors tournament for the right to kidnap Bruce Wayne. I have written out who will be up against who on the white board so please get into your proper groups..."

Two-Face: "I'll be the Judge."

Penguin: "I'm moral support for Ed."

Riddler: "On my mark....Go."

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Riddler: "Jokes....you can't yell rock and just punch people."

Joker: "You're not the judge!"

Penguin: "What's the ruling Judge?"

Two-Face giggling over seeing Joker uppercut Scarecrow: "I'll allow it this once. But no more funny business!"

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Riddler: "Okay so it's Jokes against Cat."

Penguin: "Who do you think will win?"

Riddler: "At this point? I don't care."

Joker: "Give it up Cats, I'm winning this! I have a PowerPoint I have to show Wayne, there's no way I'm losing!"

Catwoman: "A PowerPoint? Seriously?"

Joker: "Yes! I need to show him why I would be a better husband than the Bat!"

Catwoman: "Wait what?"

Joker: "An opening! ROCK!" (proceeds to punch Catwoman)

Joker: "I win! I'm off to collect my prize see you guys later!"

Catwoman holding her nose: "I'm going to kill that clown!

[Link to last Rogue Post -> 🤡 ]

[chernayawidow]

GOTHAM ORIGINAL CHARACTER: HARLEEN QUINZEL

Not exactly an OC, buuuut not on the show either sooooo yeah!

BRIEF DESCRIPTION

Harleen Quinzel is an aspiring psychiatrist for Arkham Asylum. Her high IQ and determination to get more hands on with her learning led to Arkham Asylum accepting her for an internship in her final year of High School, which she took part in on the weekends. It was there that her eye was captured by a young inmate, one that she recognised as Jerome Valeska—the circus boy that killed his own mother. She’d crossed paths with him before at the circus, as well as hearing about his case on the news.

In her burning curiosity, she urged for Arkham to allow her to talk to the red head. They allowed it, believing that Jerome having someone his own age to talk would encourage him to open up. They developed an intimate relationship, Harleen often sneaking thing in here and there for him. For Harleen, being around Jerome was exciting. He allowed her to tap into her darkness without actually abusing it, he made her feel alive.

She surrounded herself with the likes of Selena Kyle most of the time, Ivy Pepper occasionally accompanying her too. Especially after the death of Jerome, they became her confidants, the only people who didn’t expect anything of her. And when Ivy had suddenly gone missing, her mental health deteriorated a little more. Harleen decided that the best thing for her would be to focus on securing a career with Arkham, and nothing else.

FULL NAME:

Harleen Frances Quinzel

AGE:

17-18 (season 1)

18 (season 2)

19 (season 3)

20 (season 4)

20-21 (season 5)

FAMILY:

Sharon Quinzel (mother)

Nick Quinzel (father)

Barry Quinzel (brother)

AFFILIATIONS:

GCHS Cheer Squad (formerly)

Selena Kyle (friends)

Ivy Pepper (friends)

Jerome Valeska (lovers; on and off)

OCCUPATION:

High School Student (graduated)

Gotham State University Student (currently; via gymnastics scholarship)

Trainee at Arkham Asylum (currently)

STATUS:

Alive

PORTRAYED BY:

Sydney Sweeney

[phantomstatistician]

Fandom: Batman

Character: Harley Quinn

Sample Size: 2,688 stories

Source: AO3

[that-one-writer-k]

Quinn: From now on we’ll be using code names. You will address me as “Eagle One.”

Quinn: Michael. Code Name: “Been there, done that.”

Michael: ...

Quinn: Jerome is “currently doing that.”

Quinn and Jerome: *high five*

Quinn: Ivy is “it happened once in a dream.”

Ivy: *winks*

Quinn: Selina. Code name: “If I had to pick a siren.”

Selina: *makes a face then shrugs*

Quinn: And Bruce is “Eagle Two.”

Bruce: Oh thank god.

[everythingnerdyxoxo]

Circus Days - Jerome x Harley Quinn - Gotham

Summary: Have you ever wanted to run away with the circus? Harleen Quinzel had always dreamt of escaping her life. When there are some new students at her school, will she get her chance?

Pairing: Jerome Valeska x Harley Quinn

Chapter One

She had heard rumours that there would be a number of temporary students arriving at her school. The circus was in town, and they were sending in some of their younger members to catch up on schoolwork, giving them a chance to take their examinations. In her mind, if she was part of the circus she wouldn’t bother, she’d love to join them, travel from one city to another, not worrying about the norms of society, it sounded like a dream.

Harleen was in her final year of high school, she had never had many friends, becoming a bit of a loner. She was intelligent though, she threw herself into her studies, focusing mainly on the sciences, her aim was to become a psychiatrist in the future. Harleen had a troubled upbringing; her mother had died when she was young, and her father was an alcoholic. She had dreamed about running away and joining the circus when she was a little girl, away from her violent father and the life she currently led.

She took her normal seat in form room, sitting in the front right corner by herself. Taking out her study planner and pencil case as her form tutor entered, with four students following her. A young brunette girl called Mary Lloyd, a brunette boy called John Grayson and a pair of red-haired twins, Jerome, and Jeremiah Valeska.

They were introduced to the class before asked to take seats amongst the form. She found it strange, all four of them sat in each of the corners, instead of with one another, Jeremiah in front of the tutor, Mary in the back left, John in the back right and Jerome, sitting beside her in the front left of the classroom.

‘You don’t mind if I sit here, do you?’ he had a soft voice and pale demeanour. She smiled quickly at him, moving her stuff over for him to sit. He sat next to her, giving her another awkward smile before staring off in front of them, silent as form began.

[connerluthorkent]

Sunday Six

"I saw your brother. Once," Harleen admits. 

Her words prompt a measured pause. Sharing personal information that connects directly to a client, a voice that sounds uncannily like her dissertation director whispers inside her head. Very unethical.  

"Is that so?" Jeremiah finally drawls, breaking the silence.

"We were on our way to cheer for the state championship football game. Go Hawks!" Harleen chants, almost trance-like as she lets one hand shoot into the air, the memory washing over her. 

Jeremiah gives her a sidelong look at that, but says nothing, so she continues. 

"He hijacked the school bus, doused it in gasoline, and then tried to light us on fire."

[animatiddies]

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