#Jerome x harleen

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GOTHAM ORIGINAL CHARACTER: HARLEEN QUINZEL

His red hair was a physical warning,

A literal red flag.

And yet she persevered anyway.

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Masterlist

Finally creating a masterlist for all my stories and imagines (junk) 🥳.

The Lost Boys (1987)

1. Imagine if Lucy was Married to Max and being the caring mother, she asks if Max has given The Lost Boys money

2. One of the reasons The Lost Boys got kicked off the boardwalk

3. If The Lost Boys were in high school

4. When Paul gets high Part 1

5. When Paul gets high Part 2

6. Imagine if Marko was flirting with his next meal who is sitting down and she stands up and is taller than him

7. I Guess You’ll Never Know Part 1

8. Max has ranted like this at The Lost Boys after one of their shenanigans and you can’t tell me otherwise 🤣

9. The Price of Salvation (F!OC Michael’s Twin Sister Oneshot)

Woman Wanted (1999)

1. Wendell Goddard x Reader Part 1

2. Wendell Goddard x Reader Part 2

3. A Safe Haven

Gotham

1. Imagine Jerome teasing Bruce Wayne about his older sister

2. Imagine Bruce’s older sister working at Arkham as a nurse and Oswald reaches out for help

3. Don’t Be A Cog (Jerome Valeska x Reader)

4. Theo Galavan seems to have gotten himself rather badly injured after killing Jerome.

5. Imagine Jerome developing a conscience…well…almost.

6. Imagine trying to explain to Jerome what a proper April Fools’ joke is...

7. Pretty sure Jerome wishing you a ‘Happy Birthday’ would go something like this...

8. The Last Straw (Jerome Valeska x Reader)

9. The Lady and The Circus Boy (Jerome Valeska x Reader)

PART 2

10. Your Name…is Harleen Quinzel (Jerome Valeska x Reader)

11. Imagine going with your father and Bullock to question Mr. Cicero

The Cowboy Way (1994)

Coming soon

Dark City (1996)

Coming soon

1969 (1988)

Coming soon

The Brotherhood of Justice

Coming soon

Promised Land

Coming soon

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This is self-made. Date: 30.07.2024

Honestly, the only result surprising me is the HQ/Bruce Wayne ship...

OFC = Original Female Character(s)

The Jokester: a hero on Earth-3, appearing in the comic series "Countdown" in 2007.

Ivy Pepper: Poison Ivy from the Gotham TV series (correct me if I'm wrong)

Jerome Valeska: a mass murderer from the Gotham TV series who seems weirdly similar to the Joker

Richard "Rick" Flag Jr.: field commander of the modern Task Force X, also known as the Suicide Squad

Arthur Fleck: Jokers (potential) real name in some media

I assume no guarantee or liability for the completeness, correctness and accuracy of this chart despite my best efforts.

Includes fanfictions in all languages available on Ao3, NOT English only.

Includes all fandoms connected to the name "Harleen Quinzel" and her alias "Harley Quinn".

Percentages were rounded up or rounded down to natural numbers for easier comprehension.

Poly ships were included.

More charts will follow. :)

Want to have a chart for different pairings, headcanons etc. in your favourite fandom? Send me an ask!

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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 Four

There was something going on. The It crowd were planning something, she could tell. Barbara had become even more boastful if possible and their conversations were quieter and more serious. Jerome sat with them every day now, he would flash her glances now and again. Their eyes would lock but he didn’t approach her again after their first conversation. She was worried he would tell Barbara what he saw, how she looked in Barbara’s direction. Perhaps they were plotting to attack her for even looking at Barbara in a threatening manner.

She tried to distract herself from it, a growing sadness in her chest. She and Jerome, it would never happen, she was sure.

The room became silent. The usual natter and sounds from the patients around her became nil to nothing as she heard the door to the dayroom open. Then he walked in, Jim Gordon. Standing behind the cell bars that was the only thing keeping him safe from the room of maniacs they were in.

He hadn’t come to see anyone in particular it seemed, perhaps he was meeting with Dr Strange. Barbara had approached the bars immediately though, an unimpressed glance from Jim Gordon in her direction. They talked for a while; she wasn’t sure what about but the rest of the It crowd watched cautiously. There was a dangerous glance from Jerome in his direction. Perhaps he was jealous, maybe he really did like Barbara.

There was an anger in Barbara as she hit against the cell door. Detective Gordon shook his head distastefully at her before going to walk away. A slow clapping came from the middle of the room, Jerome stood towards the cell doors, Barbara looking displeased with the action.

‘Come to check in on us Jimmy?’ He smiled dangerously at him; Harleen watched as he walked slowly towards the bars of the cell door.

Jim smiled at him sarcastically. ‘I doubt anyone is coming to check in on you Jerome. Glad to see you’ve made yourself at home here though. Making friends I see.’ Her glanced over to Barbara at the end of his statement before starting to walk away. He walked towards the door towards the inpatient suite near to the window where Harleen sat.

Everyone in the dayroom continued to watch him as he did so. Jim’s gaze met Harleen’s, a lingering look as he stopped near the bars next to her.

‘Harleen… I didn’t expect you to be in with this group of people.’ There was a sadness in Jim’s expression towards her.

Harleen stood, walking towards the bars to him. ‘They keep all the murderers together. I suppose it would be easier for them if we all killed each other.’ Harleen smiled sweetly at him, chuckling softly at her own statement.

Jim smiled awkwardly at her. His gaze flicking back towards Jerome and Barbara who watched him darkly. He took a step forward, so he was close to the bars, only inches from Harleen and whispered under his breath to her.

‘Be careful who you associate with here Harleen, these people aren’t like you. Your case…’ He stopped himself, looking downcast as he met her eyes once again. ‘Your case is different; you don’t belong in here.’

Harleen smiled softly at him. ‘I think you’re the only one who thinks that Detective Gordon.’ She looked back towards Jerome who was watching her intently. ‘Maybe I am where I belong.’

‘Harleen…’ Jim went to say something else to her, but Harleen had heard enough from him. Detective Gordon was the man who led her case. He had tried to get her help, but she was deemed too dangerous to be admitted to a normal psychiatric facility. The way she had murdered her father raised questions at the police station and ultimately Jim had given up on his fight for her.

Harleen turned her back on him, walking back towards the window she was so used to sitting at. The bell for the end of day room sounded before she even got to her destination. The guards entered the cell, beginning to transport them back to their rooms. Harleen turned back, Jim Gordon was no longer there, carried on with his detective duties and she felt some anger towards the man who gave up on her. She met eyes with Jerome as he was marched out towards his room, a quizzical look in his gaze.

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When was the last time I posted an honest to goodness WIP?! Well today’s the day! If only because I’ve forgotten how to use colours :-P A lil something I’m working on for Flirting with Insanity! Time so far: 7 hours Soundtrack: Don’t Blame Me - Taylor Swift Reblogging YAY, reposting/removing the caption NAY!

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We Started A Joke

So I told this lovely: @iknxwfunny that I was writing a drabble. WELL I wasn’t lying. BUT this ended up becoming a full on fanfiction? I’m still not even sure if I like it :P Anyway! 

Below is Jerome x Harleen, Rated T because language and, well, Jerome?

“Welcome! To the final act! Ladies and  Gentleman I have a very special treat for you today!” Jerome Valeska stood upon the stage. Waving a simple hand gun around. A very deja vu feeling surrounding those who attend the playhouse regularly. Jerome's grin was huge as he looked out into the audience, deciding what he wanted to do first. Oh, so many options! He thought, a chuckle escaping his throat.

“Haha! Beautiful girl in the back! Come here!” He knew who it was but he didn't intend on giving away her identity until after she was on stage. The spotlight moved around the audience to find the exact girl he was talking to. “Harlequin, come on! Don't be shy, my little minx! Hahahaha!” The spotlight landed on her and she looked around awkwardly. Hesitantly she headed for the stage.

“Harleen no!” Called a male voice and grabbing her hand. Jerome rolled his eyes and groaned loudly. The boy was roughly her age. “He might hurt you..”

At that, Jerome burst into obnoxious laughter. “I'll hurt you if you don't let her come up here and entertain us! HAHAHA!” He cocked the gun and gave a viscous smile.

“Harleen, please-”

“Floyd! I'll be fine.”

Jeromes laughing grew louder and louder as they spoke. Harleen leaned over and pecked his cheek affectionately before he left of her wrist and letting their fingers slide past each other and she headed for the stage.

“Finally! Our lovely entertainer!” Jerome's voice was orotund. As he was practically dancing on the stage. He wrapped his arms around Harleens torso. In the spotlight, Harleens entire look was a lot more clear. Her brunette hair was in cute little pigtails, a glitter heart sticker was at the corner of her left eye and at the top of her cheek. A red t-shirt that was open in the back with mesh and fit her figure perfectly. Then black skinny jeans hugging her hips.

“Oh! What an expensive ring!” Jerome had spotted a pink diamond ring on her middle finger of her right hand. Harleen looked away from him entirely. She was obviously uncomfortable in his arms though they have been talking and being around each other for months. Floyd had said he didn't trust Jerome. He was weird and crazy. But Harleen felt more normal around him than she ever had. So she continued to get to know him as he got to know her. But while both of them lied, Harleen is the only one that actually told the truth a few times. “Well some one is a shy little thing, how abooooooout, you entertain us!” Jerome let her go and trotted off the stage. Plopping himself down in a chair.

Harleen's swallowed as if she was nervous, but unsure of what to do under the bright starlight. A microphone was set up in front of her though. “Come on Harlequin! Sing something!” Jerome yelled, chuckling. Harleen's face turned red in embarrassment, shaking her head at him. The red head cocked the gun again. “Sing us a song!”

The brunette took a deep breath, grinding her teeth. She had to work up the courage.

“Blood still stains when the sheets are washed.

Sex don't sleep when the lights are off.

Kids are still depressed when you dress them up.

And syrup is still syrup in a sippy cup.”

Harley started out shaky and quiet. But she looked at Jerome and forced a smile onto her face.

“He's still dead when you're done with the bottle.

Ofcourse it's a corpse that you, keep in the cradle.

Kids are still depressed when you dress them up.

And syrup is still syrup in a sippy cup.”

“Weeeee can hardly heeeeaaaar you, gorgeous!~” Jerome yelled from his seat and bounced in his chair. His wicked grin prominent despite the lights in Harleens face blacking out the audience.

Harleen stepped back from the mic taking a deep breath, she could see Floyd step forward to the one row of faces she could see. Looking down at her ring that he had given her. A promise ring. It was cute and fit her perfectly, grabbing it with two fingers and fiddling with it then finally stepping back to the mic. Thoughts running through her head between Jerome and Floyd and her feelings. That's when it struck and her eyes narrowed just slightly at her boyfriend.

“Blood money, blood money.

How did you afford this ring that I love, honey?

'Just another shift at the drug company.'”

She looked up at Jerome, a flame in her eyes that he had only ever seen one other time. He burst into a contagious, maniacal laughter.

“He doesn't think i'm that fucking dumb, does he?” Harleen made full eye contact with Jerome on that line. His laughter became louder and bounced in his seat slightly. Harley's confidence suddenly rose as she got more into the song. Floyd, though, he didn't know how to react. But he was definitely feeling anger build up.

“It doesn't matter what you pull up to your home,

we know what goes on inside.

You call that ass your own.

We call that silicone.”

Jerome went back up onto the stage, possessively putting his arm around Harleens waist once more.

“Silly girl...”

Floyd turned and headed for the door, obviously pissed off. It wasn't only the fact that he had never seen Harleen look at him the way she looked at Jerome, but that he knew he was only using her for personal gain and she didn't see that no matter how hard he tried to tell her.

“... With silly boy.”  

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“My lover's got humour She's the giggle at a funeral Knows everybody's disapproval I should've worshipped her sooner”

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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 Two

Jerome was lovely to her, he was funny, sweet but there was a dark side to him she felt she wanted to crack. They had most of their classes together, they spent their breaks together, he even walked her home. She was developing a big crush on the boy, reminding herself this was only temporary. There was also his brother. Weird one that Jeremiah. He followed them almost everywhere, but never came close, and never spoke to her, or him for that matter. He just sat and watched them; it gave her the creeps.

Jerome was the first friend she’d made at her school. She was enjoying his company; she couldn’t think of her life without him now. The weeks passed quickly, and their friendship was developing into something different.

They bonded over their fractured home lives. His mother was an alcoholic, like her father, they had a very similar upbringing. She told him of her aspirations, he told her of his want to run away from the circus. An interesting notion when she had wanted to join them the first day they had joined.

Exam period was over, Jerome and the others would leave in the next week. It brought her sadness, he was her first love, her first friend. She didn’t want him to go, she wanted him to come with her to college, to join her on her journey. Perhaps she could convince him.

She would join him on the weekend, the last circus showing. He had gotten her tickets.

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Harley waded carefully through the sea of scrap paper and energy drink cans before her gaze caught on the cork board hanging above his overcrowded desk. 

She froze.

It was three inches thick with paper. Motivational cat posters intertwining with blueprints and crime scene photographs, obituaries and more news paper articles she could count. And right in the middle of it... 

Her.

Read the completed fic ‘The Imperfect Art of Madness’ on AO3 here.

Reblogs are loved but as always please don’t repost this artwork, or remove the caption!

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