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Jerome Valeska//Harleen Quinzel (Part 2)

Read Part 1 Here>>>https://peculiar-p0st.tumblr.com/post/159849238101/harleen-quinzeljerome-valeska Jerome x Reader (Reader as young Harleen Quinzel) (Y/H/C=Your Hair Color Y/E/C=Your Eye Color) *WARNING: PTSD, gun threat, gun use, near death, fire* AU where reader is Lee's niece Harleen Quinzel Your hands were tied to the metal examination table and your mouth was stuffed closed with a piece of cotton fabric. Aunt Lee sat next to you, squirming to get herself free. You thought about what Jerome had said; how he remembered you from the bus incident. You hated being reminded of that fateful day. It was horrible. At the thought of you and your cheer friends being burnt alive, your body fell into a fit of shakes. Your vision began to tunnel. "Harleen!" Lee said through the gag. You collapsed unconscious. About A Year Ago You sat on the school bus, on your way home from your first cheerleading competition of the season. You personally favored gymnastics, but doing cheerleading as well allowed for you to make more friends and have more training. Besides, being on the cheer team would look good on a college application. You wanted to be a doctor, like aunt Lee, one day. "Hey Harleen!" One of the girls shouted to you from the front of the bus. You looked up from the book laying on your lap. "Yeah?" You called back. "How are things with you and Bruce Wayne?" Several of your fellow cheerleaders shouted back. You rolled your eyes playfully. Harleen and Bruce. Everyone knew the two of you were friends, some thought you were more. You and Bruce weren't even that close, just happened to have enough in common to get along. "We're doing great. The weddings in May." You said sarcastically. Everyone who heard your response laughed. Everything seemed happy and you were having an absolute blast teasing and talking with your cheer buddies on the bus. You were all standing, reciting your victory cheer. But no one could've predicted the events with were to go down within the next few minutes. In a fuel truck, out of sight of any of the cheerleaders, the the escaped Arkham inmates were planning their reign of terror. Jerome Valeska sat in the middle of the vehicle, hands placed in a circle around his eyes simulating binoculars. "I spy with my little eye something that is...yellow." A yellow school bus passed in front of the Maniax. Jerome's pulse quickened with excitement. The desire to kill was growing. The sound of young girls happy cheers was music to his ears. This was his game, kill without mercy and kill without remorse. "Yeah Gotham!" Greenwood screamed out through rotten teeth. Jerome pointed forwards and the fuel truck followed his hand, stalking closely behind to bus of naïve cheerleaders. These girls will be fun! Jerome thought to himself. He couldn't wait to hear their desperate screams. Jerome wanted them to plea, to beg for their lives. And he knew, he'd get just that. You looked out the window over to the fuel truck that had sped up to the bus curiously fast. You thought that perhaps, the driver may be lost and in need of directions. Or maybe, the vehicle was out of gas. A fuel truck out of gas? That's a funny thought. You said in your head with a smile stretching across your face. You watched carefully as one of the men exited the fuel truck. They looked eerily familiar. Your gaze stayed on the fuel truck as another person exited from the truck's confines. You knew that exactly who the red-haired stranger was. Everyone in Gotham knew of Jerome, Greenwood, Aaron and Arnold Dobkins. Lee had given you a special warning about them. And now, the Maniax were practically at your front door. Actually they were at your "front door." Jerome Valeska was banging on the school bus with a gun. "Harleen!" The girl sitting next to you screeched while clutching onto your arm. You too were scared, but never screamed. The fear was numbing, and your throat couldn't form the sound of an ear splitting screech. Jerome shot the bus driver. He sauntered down the aisle, gun swaying in his hand. Jerome looked out around the bus. The screams were pleasurable and the pleas to live gave the psycho a feeling of power. Jerome's eyes briefly wandered over all of the cowering cheerleaders. His gaze anchored itself on one girl who wasn't screaming, but instead, was comforting the girl sitting next to her. Jerome was a stiff apathetic, but something about seeing the young Y/H/C girl made him feel...something. You didn't notice the firm stare the red haired maniac had on you. Perhaps if you would've noticed, things would've turned out much different. Everyone was then handcuffed to their seat. You stared down as Jerome's rough hands danced over your now handcuffed wrist. More then anything, the psycho wanted you to look up. He yearned to stare into the depths of your Y/E/C orbs. Jerome growled under his breath at your denial to gaze up at his face. Next thing, Jerome doused the interior of the yellow school bus in smelly gasoline. The liquid soaked down into your hair and nose. You screamed. Jerome whipped around somehow recognizing your scream despite never hearing such a sound before. He liked your scream. "Give me an 'O'!" Jerome shouted out through the tin bus. His voice echoed out, shaking the foundation of your very soul. No one replied. He shot bullet up through the roof. "I said give me an 'O'." You and all of the other girls let out very distressed screams. "Give me an 'N'!" Jerome continued happily. He knew he was quite the showmen and understood his power over anyone in his presence. The psycho was thoroughly enjoying himself. Jerome had to constantly choke back fits of maniacal laughter. "Give men another 'O'!" "O." You choked out; gasoline seeping down your throat. "What's that spell?" "Oh No!" Jerome chirped happily whilst everyone else's word came out as barley coherent groans. The Mainiax leapt off the bus and you hoped for a moment that maybe this torture was done. But it wasn't, and you knew it wasn't. Still, a small part of you kept hope. If you were to make it out of this alive, Harleen Quinzel would never have to see the psychopathics Jerome Valeska ever again. As the red haired maniac rode away on the back of the fuel truck, he hoped he would see his little precious kitten from the bus again.

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“All I ever wanted was the world, can’t help that I need it all.”

Traits

+ optimistic, cunning, entertaining

- unpredictable, violent, dramatic

Aliases: None

Occupation: Bar owner

Allegiances: The Sirens Bar, MAINIAX

Age: 31

FC: Erin Richards

Biography

Barbara had the easy life growing up. Well, at least to others it was easy. Get up, go to school, go to dance practice, come home, go to sleep. Rinse repeat. For fifteen years. Her parents’ neglect was enough to drive any child to heinous things. As long as Barbara was the perfect society girl, they wouldn’t have a problem. No dating girls, no speaking out of turn, no dating anyone of a lower class,  no embarrassing the Keans at any parties. The list of “do not’s” was a mile wide and Barbara despised her parents for it.

She met Jim at a charity ball of all places. She was acting her part, when all she wanted to do was go home and lay out on her bed when she spotted the man. He was in his dress blues, invited as one of the veterans. She quickly struck up conversation and discovered that she enjoyed Jim’s company, despite him being a complete straight lace. And after the charity ball, Jim asked her on a date and the rest was history. 

Life with Jim was routine, but annoying. Barbara needed to be free and she thanked the Ogre for letting her out of her cage. Of course, the stint in Arkham wasn’t fun, but without that and Theo’s breakout, she would have never met Tabitha or be a technically “free woman”. And then she wouldn’t have the Sirens. So everything worked out in the end, didn’t it?

Connections

Tabitha Galavan: Barbara doesn’t quite know what they are. She thinks lovers is the correct word. Tabitha is special, but then there’s Butch in the picture and that makes things complicated and Barbara doesn’t want any more complications.

Jim Gordon: He just needs to leave town so Barbara can stop her idiotic obsession with him. She knows it’s stupid, that women are far more to her speed anyways. Oh well. Maybe he’ll die soon and that will solve everything.

Oswald Cobblepot: If the mayor never came back into The Sirens it would be too soon. Once he’s out of the way (and then maybe have Tabitha empty a few rounds into Nygma) Barbara will have the city. She once heard something about cities being jewels, and Gotham is definitely the biggest of the bunch.

Barbara is currently OPEN. 

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