[Gotham] Jerome's Little Bad

In the mirror maze, Jerome searched for Bruce, "Oh, Brucy..."

But the mirror is full of Jerome probing with a gun, "You ruined my show, Bruce, hiding will only make things worse."

But he didn't notice Bruce who suddenly appeared behind, Bruce looked at him indifferently, "I didn't come to hide."

Jerome fired at the source of the sound, but only hit the mirror.

"I don't want you to follow," Bruce said as part of the clown makeup faded from his face, making him look like an avenging knight, "but you will pay for what you did."

During this hunt, the positions of hunter and prey begin to change.Using this maze, Jerome still couldn't find Bruce. He looked at himself in the mirror and started laughing, "I have to tell you, this is much more fun than I thought."

The mirror is full of Jerome's figure, and the funny Jerome just wants to kill Bruce, "We are such a good partner."

"You killed Alfred!"

Jerome, who was fixing his hair in front of the mirror, heard Bruce's voice behind him, turned around and fired without hesitation, but what he hit was still only the glass, and Bruce's figure disappeared into the overlapping mirrors layer by layer.

"Is it for this?" Jerome was disdainful and couldn't understand, but his eyes searched for Bruce like an eagle chasing prey, "Yeesh, are the rich second generations and their housekeepers so close?"

A sudden shot to the left almost missed Bruce, and Jerome only saw the thin boy disappear into the mirror image.

"It's about doing the right thing." There was no panic in Bruce's voice, but hatred and anger.

"You want to be a hero," Jerome said, shifting the gun to his left hand. "Tell you, man."

Holding the gun handle as a signal, Jerome squatted down, put the gun on the ground and threw it far away. He didn't want to play hide-and-seek with Bruce anymore, it was too boring.

"I'll give you a chance to resist. Let's fight with our bare hands, my little conqueror."

Jerome said that he was unarmed, but a sharp knife quietly appeared in his right hand. It seemed that it was just a trick to lure Bruce to show up.

"Comeon!"

At this moment, Bruce suddenly threw Jerome to the ground from behind, and was caught off guard that all the knives in Jerome's hand were thrown out.

"What kind of hero attacks someone in the back!" Jerome accused him with a little grievance while struggling to get rid of Bruce to get his own knife.

Jerome kicks Bruce in the face, sending him rolling in a circle.But the two of them were unusual, and they quickly realized that they stood up against each other.

Jerome punched Bruce in a boxer stance, hitting him in the face.Just as Jerome threw his second punch, Bruce ducked and hit Jerome once in the side and then again in the face.

After a year of training, Bruce is no longer the teenager who couldn't protect himself.Jerome gradually showed fatigue and took several hits in succession, but he missed Bruce.

Bruce kicked Jerome in the crook of the leg and knocked him to the ground with another punch.

Out of hatred for what Jerome had done, Bruce slapped him in the face mercilessly, and even the skin on his face was about to fall off.Bits of blood splashed on the ground and Jerome's skirt, but he didn't seem to feel it, and kept laughing.

There is even the mood to stimulate Bruce, "Letitout! (Let it out!)"

Bruce just kept punching Jerome in the face, but Jerome, who didn't show any pain, yelled like Bruce's supporter, "That's it!"

"That's it, let's vent!"

Bruce punched him several times angrily, which completely separated Jerome's already peeling face, but Bruce didn't mean to stop at all.

He even picked up the broken glass and wanted to stick it on Jerome's neck. When he lifted the sharp glass shard, he accidentally saw himself in the mirror.

A strange self with hatred and revenge on his face, a tired, fragile and fierce self.

Bruce slowly put down the shards of glass in his hand, looked at himself in the mirror, and at the hideous Jerome, struggling and hesitating, wanting to kill him but couldn't.

"Doit! (Do it!)" Seeing Bruce's hesitation, Jerome stimulated him to do it instead.

"Ah!" Bruce yelled in pain, dropping the shard of glass.

Slowly got up and left the mirror maze.

In front of the maze, Bruce, who saw Alfred, hugged his housekeeper excitedly.

And Fritz in the dark corner looked at the intact Bruce in disbelief.

How could this be, even if Bruce didn't die, Jerome wouldn't let him come out intact.

Could it be that something happened to Jamie!!

Jerome staggered out, clutching the piece of glass that Bruce had been holding, and headed towards Bruce.

At this time, Gordon also happened to be there, "Be careful behind."

Gordon punched Jerome in the face, and this time his half-skinned face was completely blown away by Gordon, and Jerome also fell down laughing.But the detached face and Jerome's bloody face startled Gordon.

At the same time Fritz rushed out and shot Gordon in the arm, "Stop!"

Alfred protected Bruce behind him, and Gordon reacted quickly, ignoring the injury on his arm, and quickly drew out the gun at his waist.

But the person Gordon is aiming at is not Fritz, but Jerome.Because he knew that Fritz was a complete lunatic, even if he died, he would pull him and Bruce.But the only one who can threaten Fritz is Jerome.

Fritz, with her scars all over her face, does look good with Jerome.With the lessons learned from Jerome, Fritz's face was not too scary, but it didn't make Gordon feel anything.

Or, that's all Gordon had in mind, a pair of demented psychos, damn madmen!

"Isaid, stop! (I said, stop!)"

Fritz lowered her eyelids, her eyes wrapped around the three people in front of her like a poisonous snake, wishing she could peel off their skins.It was only when the eyes fell on Jerome that he softened, even though his face was terrifying.

"If you kill me, I can kill Jerome." Gordon didn't panic, and the gun didn't leave Jerome.

"Ha..." Fritz covered her face and chuckled lightly.The poisoned eyes flicked across the three of Gordon, and even the laughter made people's hair stand on end.

"Ye~s," the gun spun a few times leisurely in Fritz's hand, "But, you don't deserve it."

As she spoke, Fritz put the gun on the ground with a smile, kicked Gordon to the side, and gave him a cold look.

Gordon and Alfred quickly stepped forward and pressed Fritz to the ground, cut her hands behind her back, and handcuffed her.

"Hahahaha," Fritz looked at Jerome not far away and laughed, "Inspector Gordon, I look forward to our next meeting."

"Yes, maybe next time we meet, you will die by my hands." Gordon ignored Fritz, but still mocked.

Jamie, I look forward to the next event and destroying the city with you.