[Gotham] Jerome's Little Bad

I was an outcast again at 11 years old.

The police thought my parents' case was a love homicide because I put the knife in my mother's hand after I wiped the fingerprints off the knife.

Mother, I help you kill the traitor.

Neither of my parents left a will, and although I have the right to inherit, it is useless in front of those powerful relatives.

After all, the title of Gotham, the capital of crime, is not for nothing.

I am living in the world, but far away from the world.

Sister Maria died because a good-looking little girl in the shelter was beaten up by a gangster, and yes, she was so old.

As a result, the asylum also closed down.

But I was adopted anyway, by a former client of my father's, a Gotham government official whose name I can't remember now.

I know he's upset and kind, but it's better to deal with a wolf than a pack of wolves.Girls like me have no sanctuary in Gotham, sell your body or get destroyed.

There is a nightingale-like woman in his family, who is vain and mean, likes to have dance parties at home, and always drinks black tea with sugar and milk for afternoon tea.

There is also a girl who is a little older than me. I only remember her name is Alice. She has a nice name and looks good, but she is as mean and sharp as her mother.

They don't seem to want to go through the adoption procedures, so I can just be a little maid, don't worry about so much, and I can still work.

If it's even a foster father, well, my adoptive dad is a disgusting old pervert, a hellish pedophile, a maggot who likes to play with little girls.

And my adoptive mother is a face-saving woman. Instead of stopping her husband from harassing me, she wished for my bad luck.

So, by comparison, my brainless older sister was a lot more likable.

In order to avoid the harassment|harassment of my adoptive father, I proposed to Alice to live with her on the grounds that every decent lady needs a personal maid.

She agreed, and that old pervert's behavior also restrained a lot.

At first I just slept on the floor, but I always tripped Alice up in the middle of the night.She got a bunk bed, and I slept on it, out of sight and out of mind.

At that time, I actually met Bruce, at a banquet.

I have to say, he is a real gentleman, he looks like a prince from a fairy tale book.

I haven't read a fairy tale in a long time, though.

After that banquet, a political opponent who was well aware of my adoptive father's proclivities approached me and asked me if I wanted to escape from that nest, on the condition that I testify against my adoptive father.

I told him it didn't work, I've seen my dad play the rules with loopholes in the law, and it's just a little girl's accusation, right and wrong.

I want to kill him, including my adoptive mother. Anyway, I don’t know if she also helped my bestial husband to harm many girls.

In fact, I didn't intend to kill Alice, I even kind of liked her.

But she shouldn't have touched the handkerchief my mother left me, and she didn't even want to use it, but she used it to shine shoes!

In the end, with the help of that politician, a dark family in the city disappeared.

The politician wanted to kill me, but I ran away.

I ran to a circus with clowns and acrobatics that reminded me of my seventh birthday.

I had a family back then, and now, I'm alone.

It was also there that I met Jerome.

The first time I saw him, I knew that this red-haired boy was just like me.

Some people's evil cannot be seen, but they can be felt.I can feel his evil, and he sees my evil.

He revealed his true colors, looked at me sullenly, and said, "Look! Here's a kitten that no one wants."

He didn't kill me, even though that should be easy.

Jerome's mother is a total cousin, she's disgusting, I really wanted to kill her many times.

But Jerome would not allow it, he said, it was his own prey, and it was not time to hunt it yet.

Then Jerome made his move.I didn't participate, I know, he wouldn't want me to participate, it should be a solo dance.

People from the Gotham Police Department came to the door, but they didn't find it at first.But then they came again and called Jerome away.

Before Jerome left, he whispered in my ear, "I'm waiting for you."

I thought, I know what that means.

I killed those two bastards who were always jealous of Lyra and beat up Jerome.But it's not because of food poisoning like I said in the police station, it's just to cover up the truth of their poisoning.

Actually, that has nothing to do with me.Although the poison came from me, it was John Grayson who did it.

As I said, beauty is the best sharp edge, and this sharp edge is regardless of age.

While I could blame John Grayson for all of this, it's much more fun to leave an awakened devil out there.

After all, not everyone in the circus was so innocent.

The day before Gordon came, I went to my mother's grave.

I miss her, and looking at the black and white photo on the tombstone, I feel a little different from the person in my memory.

I kissed her picture, "Mom, I'm sorry. Wait for me in hell, please. (Sorry, Mom, please wait for me in hell.)"

The author has something to say: In the next chapter, Fritz will start revenge and save her lover