Messing with Joker was scary because he would always get revenge. Messing with Harley was terrifying because she was more crazy then the main guy himself. Messing with you however? Who ever was foolish enough to do that must’ve been craving death’s embrace like a fly to filth. No… in this case death would be the kinder option.
Being able to look good in red, black, green and purple.
Batman knows there’s no hope in saving you.
Always feeling like Harl’ and J are keeping secrets from you.
Killing sprees are fun with J, he’s constantly teaching you new things.
But when Batman shows up he doesn’t hesitate you to throw you in the line of fire whilst he escapes.
Everyone knowing you at the club and treating you with respect.
He buys you a lot of leather.
Well when we say ‘buy’…
A few dead bodies were left in the trail.
When you were a toddler he used to always dress you up as a smaller Joker.
He wants you to fill his shoes after he dies but when he gets mad, he’ll always tell you that you’re not good enough.
✔️Clubs and Blood–Jerome smut? where he gets incredibly jealous where it gets to the point where he kills the guy right in front of you thats been flirting with you all night? and then ends with angry passionate s m u t ?
✔️Laughter is the best medicine–jerome fluff where the reader was held hostage and jerome saves her but shes hurt and he cares for her and is just super over protective? thank you so much and love your imagines!
✔️Number one fan–Can you do one where the reader is the number one crime boss/villain and Jerome admires her so much that he follows them around until he gets caught. Maybe they become partners, he gets jealous and stuff, and it has a pretty happy ending.
✔️Breaking out my baby–Imagine where the reader gets thrown in Arkham when Jerome is killed,since she was crying over his dead body and Jim saw this as an opportunity to arrest her.So when Jerome returns he goes to save her,finding her completely insane from being tortured
Jelly beans–Could you please do a fanfic where Jerome gets Jealous or one where he meets the reader in Arkham? Thank you! You’re a great reader! I look forward to reading more of your work soon! :)
Sticks and Stones? Staples and Thrones- You should do one where Jerome meets Harley for the first time after being all cut up. (Yet he’s somehow still beautiful!!) And he takes an immediate liking to her because she’s totally bad ass and doesn’t care about his scars? The rest is your imagination, I guess.
Don’t be so stupid–Could you do a rough kinky Jerome smut
Perfectly plump–Hi can you write something where Jerome reacts to someone making a rude comment about the readers weight? Thanks XxX
Lost and found–Could you do a Jerome imagine where he finds the reader after coming back to life
Monkey see monkey do–Jerome with a little kid who likes to mimick him and wants to be just like him? Murdering and all? It can be whenever in the time line
I’m the boss–I was thinking of a jerome x reader. Like maybe you’re part of the Maniax with him and you get in an argument with him during a job that gets a little rough. Maybe he pushes you against a wall or something? Maybe an “i’ll deal with you later” and so on and so forth.
Eye catching–I need me some Jerome circus imagine in my life!!! Maybe you could do one were the reader is into 80’s/90’s fashion and rocks it?. She’s blonde and loves clowns and freaky shit so when they bump into each other in Gotham’s carnival they’re both instantly stunned!? They could be super flirtatious and both as bad as one another. (P.S if you make the reader British I’ll love you for life
Has anyone seen my Harley?!–Could I get a Jerome fic? Him and Harley were already an established relationship and she was there with him the night he died, after he kills Dwight he goes to find her!! I need total worship of his face please :)) You can have whatever you want to happen just as long as they reunite.
Sweetie pie–Okay so Jerome always seems to have a sort of narcissistic additude right? What if there was a girl he’d known his whole life who he had on a pedestal? Like do no wrong, maybe even wanting the cult to worship her instead.
You wish!–Hi can you do an image of Jerome X Reader where everyone knows that the reader belongs to Jerome even after death so when Dwight tried to become Jerome he takes the reader and she keeps fighting him and saying things like he will never be Jerome so Dwight hits her on live t.v. causing Jerome to become furious and he saves the reader in the end.
King and Queen–Reader met him when he was in circus and both are crazy (XD) in love with each other. And have plans to be King and Queen of Gotham city. When Jerome is in Arkham he misses her so much. One day he find Queen of hearts card under his plate..and then Queen’s and hers entourage most epic and badass arrival in history.
I have end in my mind, but don’t want to tie you with to many details. So you have free hand, I guess. Just some mad fluff.
Sweet little monster–Jerome with a little kid who likes to mimick him and wants to be just like him? Murdering and all? It can be whenever in the time line
Have you learned nothing?!–Can you do an imagine where The reader is Jeromes ex and he finds them after they went on a date with another man and it turns into jealous smut?
Good Cop Bad Cop–Maybe Jerome could have a thing for, or be in love with, Jim Gordon’s fiancé or girlfriend before he died?And she finds reawakened Jerome instead of Lee?
Triangles–Can you do a imagine or headcanon where everyone likes the reader, as in they’re all cool with her & got her back, so when they find out she’s in a polyamorous relationship with Edward & Jerome (let’s pretend that Penguin isn’t head over heels for Ed ) they getting really upset cus shes basically everyone’s little sister & its just a bunch of funny dramatic fluff mess 😂😂😂 Also your work is awesome❤❤
Lookie here!–Hi I was wondering if you could do a Jerome imagine where he meets the reader at Arkham is always trying to her attention
Innocence is Pure–Do you think you could please make a fluffy imagine where the reader is not into the whole, “murder yay” thing (I guess you can say she’s a bit innocent), so Jerome is a bit sensitive/careful around her? Idk, something different than when the reader is a bad girl.
Now that’s interesting–I love your blog and you’re writing can I request a Jerome Smut where he’s just been bought back to life and he comes to find and sees your dating some one else and gets jealous . So he shows you who you belong to
Nice Effects!–Can I request an imagine where Jerome is back from the dead and on the hunt for his face when he meets reader and she points him to Dwight and when Jerome finally gets his face and puts it back on they can kiss and have some naughty times lol?
The best people are–reader being a normal teen girl and then being crazy and then being a maniac and then being jerome’s girlfriend or something, i can’t be more clear XD
Small but violent–could I maybe get a fic where Jerome is just wandering the streets to just cause chaos, and sees the reader and decides to mess with her. but he seriously underestimates what they’re capable of and he likes her dark side. I hope that makes sense and I gotta say I love your work. Makes my day.
Chicken noodle soup–Can you do a request with Jerome where he comes home “after work” to a sick gf and they just have a cuddly moment wrapped up in the covers and just fluff
Red as blood–Jerome request His not-so-sane plans for valentine’s day? Humorous yet smutty, maybe x
Familiar– Can I request an imagine where the reader and Jerome both come back from the dead and don’t remember each other. But then Jerome remembers the reader after a near death experience
Armed and ready–Could you do a Jerome smut where he is in a relationship with s crazy evil girl y/n and he basically gets arrested and then y/n bursts into the prison covered in weapons and saves him then they have rough sex with a lot of biting from Jerome
Entertainment–can you please make an imagine where the reader is like the hottest stripper at the club and jerome notice how good she looks and can’t stop looking at her so he take her to his place and they well you know. Thank you!!
Roof tops and dark ally ways–Can I have an imagine where Jerome stalks
Who even likes sticks?–Can I have an imagine where I’m curvy and Jerome has a crush
Requested by @tommys-girl1980 : “I just have this thought of like a really strong person that Crowley is dating and then one day she has a mental break down and Crowley is like 😦😦😦 But then gets his shit together and helps her”
Warnings: Language, mental break down, some blood and violence in the beginning, some death. Blah blah blah.
A/n: Yes, I have a thing for Negan. If you didn’t get that from the whole bat thing and the picking game. But I twisted it with Harley Quinn too becuase- have you seen her?
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“Eenie, meenie, mineeie, mo.” The tip of the baseball bat pointed inches away from each of the four hunters faces in front of you.
“Catch a snitch by the toe.” Every time it landed on somebody, they’d flinch a little.
“If they scream don’t let them go.” The end was coming closer.
“My King said to pick the very best one and you…” almost done.
“Are.” Sucks to be them.
“It.” Night night.
Not another second was wasted, the woman’s head was knocked clean off of her shoulders with one powerful swing of your bat which had “GoodNight” written in bright red letters on the side of it and barb wire curled around to the tip. This was your favorite execution tool when taking out hunters.
But the job wasn’t finished just yet. Bending over you spoke directly to the young boy who sat on his knees, his mothers blood spattered on his shaking face.
“If I catch you trying to pick off my demons again- I’ll hit they pretty little head like Babe Ruth.” The boy tried so hard not to cry. But hey, it is what it is.
Two hellhounds entered the room, finishing off what you’d started.
“Leave the brat alive. Can’t learn his lesson from the grave just yet.” Now he would truly know the meaning of being alone.
Casually, you strolled into the front doors of Hell. The one way you could get in.
“I’m home, bitches.” Dropping your bat by your door, you walked into the throne room to see a very poker faced yet amused Crowley.
“Well that was- dramatic.” He wasn’t wrong. You did love to make an entrance.
“I take it everything went smoothly then? Given your charming attitude.” The King made no effort to move from his placement on his throne as he spoke.
“Like a piece of pie.” A cute little smile played a song on your lips.
“Speaking of pie, how are my favorite Brat Brothers? Flirt with your boyfriend lately?” Crowley didn’t seem the least amused by your statement.
“Dean Winchester and I weren’t romantically involved. But-” you couldn’t help but cut him off.
“But you can only dream it were so.” You practically skipped over to him. Trying your best not to get a heel stuck in a crack or get a cobweb on your leather jacket.
By the look on his face, he was more than likely about to say something you wouldn’t appreciate.
“I’m kidding. God!” Silently, you giggled to what you said.
“Oops. Guess you two aren’t on the best of terms.” Regardless of his facial expressions, you plopped yourself down in his lap sideways and placed a dramatic kiss on his cheek.
“Mwah!” You had a pleased look on your face. Hopping off and stepping back to see a bright red lip stick kiss tattooed to his cheek from you.
A long and irritated sigh came from his direction.
“How are you still breathing?” He was so dramatic and depressed in how he spoke. It made you smile.
“A+ for dramatic affects, doll. By the way-” on your way out the door, you pulled a lever. Causing water to pour out from the ceilings “little sprinklers” as you called them.
Every demon in his presence began to yell and burn as holy water sprinkled down upon them. All were touched by it except him.
“That’s for ruining my last jacket. Dick.” You finished your sentence and wandered off to go to your room.
That night, for some odd reason. You couldn’t sleep worth a damn. All these pesky thoughts roamed freely around your mind. Everything you’d done. Who you were. You were a human who chose to be in Hell and acted like the King was your bitch, who you were dating. Who does that? Crazy people. Wait…were you crazy?
No. No way. You couldn’t be. Sure you had thoughts about some awful things. But you only did like 99.9% of those awful things. So you were still a little bit good. And sane. Could you even be sane in this situation?
What even were you? A reverse hunter? Someone who kills hunters for game? Why were you even thinking about all this?
Well, you were having a breakdown. It was like you snapped out of a bad dream and didn’t know what to do. Somehow, Crowley must’ve heard your thoughts because he came into your room, pissed off and tired.
“Mind telling me why you keep rambling on inside your head?” He wasn’t laughing, but neither were you.
“Stay the fuck out of my head! Who does that? Wait. I know: The King of Hell. Because this is all so normal. I’m- I’m literally sleeping in Hell. Willingly. Occasionally with the fucking King of Hel.l A human. Me. What the fuck.” Just as quickly as he came in, he left again.
Great. Now what? Was he going to evict you? Could he even do that? You weren’t even paying rent. How were you even supposed to pay rent? Sell your soul? Why? You’re already in Hell.
Every passing moment you sat alone letting your thoughts consume you, the worse it got. You traveled down paths you didn’t even know started. Somehow you ended up freaking out about aliens. Because that made sense. Totally.
Your doors swung open, this time, Crowley wore a serious yet semi concerned face.
“Get it together.” Was he serious?
“Yes I’m being serious.” Note to self: don’t talk to yourself mentally anymore.
“You’re Y/n. I’ve seen you in action love and trust me, nobody would want to piss in the bed you sleep in. This? All of this right now that you’re going ballistic over, means nothing.” He was right, you were freaking out over nothing. You have a good thing going here.
“Of course I’m right. I’m Crowley.” Just like that you rolled your eyes.
“And I’m tired. Out peasant.” Standing to you shoed him out of your room.
“Yes, I just called you a peasant in your own kingdom. Sue me. And stay out of my head while your at it. Royal pain in my ass…” you shut your bedroom doors as though nothing happened. And heard him mumble something under his breath.