AN: Good evening ladies and gentleman, I am this fic's writer and I only have one thing to say. Screw you, writers! This guy was PERFECT as young Joker and you up and killed him. I am willing to forgive you if we find out that the death was staged somehow, and Jerome is still alive laughing about the whole thing. I know this is super short but this how I wanted the scene to end.
"I said enough!" Jerome heard behind him. His grin lessened in annoyance as turned around, his blade leaving the small cut on the young billionaire's neck. His glare was fixated on his secret boss. He noticed that Theo was taken aback slightly by the look in his eye. His grin returned full force and When spoke his voice was low and threatening.
"Can you just give me a minute?" He indicated to the young wayne. "It was just getting interesting." he chuckled. Theo Gallevan made a grab for him but Jerome was faster, his blood stained knife pushed against the mans adam's apple. Gallevan stilled as the young man began to giggle. "Ah ah ah, not so fast."
"This is not what we rehearsed!" Theo whispered so only Jerome could hear. His eyes were filled with barely concealed rage. The young maniac knew instantly that his idol was going to betray him for this. He knew he had to get out, and if he was leaving he going to go out with a bang! or fog...
"You said I was going to be a star." Jerome stated with his widest girn. " And stars improvise!" He pulled his knife back and jabbed it into Theo's shoulder, resulting him to grunt in pain as Jerome quickly pulled out a gas grenade out of his pocket. Jerome laughed hystericly as he pulled the pin, dropped the grenade and ran towards the exit. The detective tried to shoot him but to no avail, however just as he reached the curtain he was propelled forward with a intence pain in his shoulder. He looked back to see a bleeding theo holding a smoking gun in his hand, and with a growl he shouted. "I'll be back! and I'm gonna draw a nice little smile on you and your sister, HAHAHAHAHA!" Jerome's laughter echoed the throughout the building as he sprinted backstage, a trail of blood dripped onto the floor behind him.