[Gotham] Jerome's Little Bad

"It's not like that," Bruce stepped forward and said firmly, "There are still good people in Gotham."

Jerome seemed to have heard the most absurd joke, and couldn't help laughing, and asked him mockingly, "Who? Those sheep that locked the door and crawled under the bed?"

"Admit it, kid." Jerome leaned closer to Bruce, looking into his clear and determined eyes, "There are no heroes in Gotham."

Bruce lowered his eyes, looking shaken.Jerome turned around, trying to continue the game and smash the man who was hanging in the air.

"No, no, no." The poor "drowned chicken" was still pleading.

Just when Jerome was about to knock him down, Bruce suddenly rushed over and pushed Jerome. Not only did Jerome not hit anyone, he almost fell to the wall himself.

"Foul (foul)!" Jerome yelled, spreading his hands to Fritz aggrievedly, "He pushed me, did you see that?"

"Yeah, do you want to punish those who don't follow the rules, dear Jamie?" Fritz weighed the gleaming long knife in her hand and winked at Bruce with her left eye.

"If you want to kill someone, come on now! Come on!" Bruce struggled angrily.

Jerome yawned helplessly, and looked at Bruce like an ignorant child, "You're so boring, Bruce."

While talking, he pressed the button on the wall, and the poor ghost who was in mid-air suddenly fell into the water tank below him, filled with hungry piranhas, scrambling to devour and bite him, and the water was soon stained red.

"No! No! No!" Bruce wanted to rush out to save the man who fell into the water tank, but was controlled by Jerome's men.

"Sorry," Jerome watched enthusiastically, and made a face that he didn't mean to, which annoyed Bruce even more.

At this time, Jerome suddenly took off his hat, and the person next to him took it and handed him something.

Bruce looked at Jerome in disbelief as he pulled the skin off his forehead and pressed it hard with a stapler, then sneered, "Does it hurt?"

"It doesn't hurt very much," Jerome walked up to Bruce, grabbed his arm, and pressed the stapler directly against the top one. "Try it yourself."

Bruce closed his eyes from the pain, but there was no other reaction.

Jerome was a little taken aback, a little displeased, and nailed it again.

Bruce still only closed his eyes, then opened them, his eyes provocative like a ferocious beast.

Jerome's face was ferocious, which really annoyed him, and he slammed Bruce's arm again without hesitation.

"Stop!" Bruce yelled at Jerome, unable to bear the pain, "Stop!"

Bruce's reaction pleased him, and Jerome stopped with a smile, handed the things to his subordinates, and put on the hat in a fancy way, "Allright, stop messing around and start the main action."

Although it was already midnight, many people still gathered at the circus.Of course, this also includes Gordon, Harvey and the butler Alfred.

The center of the circus was originally used to perform animal circuses, but today it will be a wonderful stage.

"We all know why we're here, Jerome, everyone!"

Jerome changed a suit of clothes, took off the straitjacket of the mental hospital, and put on a clown costume, black hat, high-top black boots, holding a trumpet, and swaggered onto the stage to "the audience" " bowed.

Also acted like a clown on stage, even turned his ass on everyone and took a couple of slaps in the middle of a big laugh.

Only Fritz fiddled with the gun in her hand, helplessly holding her forehead.

"Hearye, hearye, gatherround. (Everyone, come together)." Jerome held a loudspeaker and lowered his voice excitedly, "The performance is about to begin."

The audience cheered and laughed, to the satisfaction of which Jerome put his hands to his ears and waved to the crowd.

But as Jerome made a pause, the cheers gradually subsided.There was only one ignorant psycho, still standing on the stage, shouting loudly, "Cheer up. Comeon."

"Pong!" A shot went through the little psycho's chest, and he fell straight down.

"Shutup!" Jerome's voice was amplified by the speakers, still upset, and the crowd laughed along.

Fritz, who fired the gun, blew sexyly on the side of the gun barrel, "He's really loud, isn't he, Jamie?"

"I should have come here," Jerome said, aggrieved and troubled, but it didn't last for a few seconds before he changed into an excited look, "But this is much better, and my dear Fulier understands me."

"Well, I think we can all agree that tonight was an exhilarating success, we brought this sad city to its knees."

The voice coming from too close to the horn was hoarse and gloomy, but these words resonated with all the people gathered here, who cheered and applauded loudly.

Jerome hopped onto what was supposed to be a lion show, "So, how can I thank the best bunch of lunatics a messiah like me could get? Please..."

Jerome turned suddenly and pointed to the clearing behind.

"Dangdang," the music usually used for big-name entrances, blared from the stage, but the space was empty except for two of Jerome's men.

Jerome clenched his fist seemingly angrily, and said, "Cue! (Go!)"

The two subordinates cooperated with Jerome, playing the role of the forgotten characters, "Yeah." "Yes, sir."

The opening curtain was pulled, and Bruce, who was hung and tied to a pole, appeared in the eyes of everyone.

"Come out for the climax of our celebration, Gotham's billionaire prince, Bruuuuuce..." Like every qualified emcee, he stretched out the first name, "Wayne!"

The people in the audience cheered and clapped, looking forward to this grand ball.

"How's it going, Bruce." Jerome jumped off the platform and turned the horn on Bruce. "Would you like to end the night grandly?"

"Orbetteryet...(or...)" Jerome was calm on the surface, but he didn't know how eager he was, "Aboom (with the sound of cannon)"

His men rolled out a cannon that looked like it was found in a cartoon and pointed it at Bruce. With cheerful music, Jerome jumped onto the platform where Bruce was, and stroked the cute little curly hair.

"Boom, boom, boom, boom..." The people in the audience shouted excitedly and neatly. Bruce looked at the group of deranged people with complicated sadness in his eyes.

Jerome lifted a large cannonball and put it into the barrel, pretending to be struggling, "What else?"

Fritz excitedly found the bucket full of knives and handed it to Jerome as if to take credit.

Jerome drew out a sharp and shining knife, "Die with a thousand blades through the heart, very poetic, I like it."

Then he poured a bucket of knives into the cannon barrel, and kissed Fritz on the cheek by the way.

"Slice! (cut him!)" Fritz handed over a bucket of nails, "Ilikeit."

Jerome also grabbed a handful of nails to show Bruce and poured them into the gun barrel, "It's done."

Bruce looked at Jerome walking around and Fritz who was "treasure hunting", enduring the pain and hiding the nail that Jerome had nailed on his arm in his hand.

"Okay, everyone, this is very important, no matter what, please, be sure to try it at home, preferably with your family."

This remark caused the audience to burst into laughter, but everyone knew that this was not a joke, and maybe they would actively try it.

Jerome jumped up and straddled the cannon barrel, picked up his hat and waved it around, making various funny movements.

At this time, Gordon and his party also came in, and the commandos were also outside.

"Pong! Pong! Pong!" Gordon fired several shots into the sky, successfully interrupting the event and drawing everyone's attention to himself.

Gordon's arrival did not make Jerome feel panic at all, he was even more excited and crazy, "Detective Gordon, you are just in time for the grand finale."

At this time, the commando also broke in, "Nobodymove!"

Everyone went crazy to stop the commando, and Jerome took advantage of the confusion and ignited the shells. The fire was especially obvious in the darkness where the occasional light flickered.

Jerome waved to Bruce, dropped the match, and ran away with Fritz.

And Bruce used the wire broken from the nail, and tried several times before opening the handcuffs that hung him.But when the other hand was opened, the wire fell down.

Bruce could only endure the pain and pull out another nail, trying to open the handcuffs on the other hand.

"Boom!" The shell exploded with a flash of light, and all the knives and nails in the barrel were pierced into the pole that tied Bruce, but Bruce disappeared.

The scene was a mess, scuffles, beatings, shootings.

"Oh! Bruce!" Jerome was looking for Bruce as it was raining lightly. "Where are you, boy?"

"Come out, boy! I won't hurt you." Then Jerome saw Bruce wander into the mirror maze in the circus.

"Bruce, Darling." Jerome held the gun in his hand, and the hunter was about to start hunting his fox.

Hearing this, Fritz suddenly grabbed Jerome and kissed him, French kissing, which successfully stopped him.At least he was still in the mood to bite Fritz's lips and the tip of his tongue.

"I'm your darling, honey. (I'm your darling)," Fritz took a deep breath, and licked the corner of Jerome's lips, "Go to your battlefield, boy, I will defend you here."

"You are so sweet," Jerome rubbed his fingers over the scar on Fritz's face, and said disgustedly to the person who disrupted his plan several times, "It would be best to kill Jim Gordon."