[Gotham] Jerome's Little Bad

"Traitors! All traitors! And her, I'm going to kill her! I'm going to skin her alive! She and Gordon and Sass, and...!" Penguin angrily smashed the iron door of the cell, and the entire silent corridor His shouts echoed.

"Hey buddy"

The sudden sound made the penguin nervous, looking for the source of the sound, pointing at the top of the head without direction, "Don't talk to me!"

"I get it, pal. (I get it, man). This place is full of lunatics, I just think we can help each other."

The sound was very close to the penguin's cell, because the deep voice echoed in the cell and could be heard very clearly.

"Ah, Jermey. I think he's not quite right. He's crazy. He was easy to get along with before."

A female voice, deliberately lowering the volume, came from further away, and her tone was full of contempt and disdain for penguins.

"Comeon, I'mtalking! (Hi, I'm talking!)"

A dissatisfied male voice sounded, and the penguin seemed to find the place where the voice came from. He lay down on the floor and excitedly asked through the iron net between the two cells, "How can you help me?"

"I don't mean to brag, but I'm a very...resourceful person. So, toot. Toot, toot. (Then, brag.)"

Penguin started to laugh strangely when he heard that voice, and the excited laugh turned into panic, "I recognize that laugh."

Suddenly, a person appeared on the other side of the barbed wire, with scars all over his face and the corner of his mouth cut open by a knife with a smile. The other half of his face was covered by shadows, but this did not prevent the penguin from recognizing this person.

"How about it? Dude, I can be your buddy."

The penguin was so frightened that it became short of breath, as if it was suffocating.

Jerome looked at him a little disappointed, "Giveme □□ile. (Laughs.)"

After speaking, he laughed loudly.

At lunch time, Penguin took his own lunch and found a seat.

As soon as he sat down, a poker card fell on the table.

Joker.

Penguin looked up at the place where the cards came from suspiciously. Jerome turned his head slowly. Penguin swallowed nervously when he saw that it was him.

Jerome walked slowly towards the penguin, stared at him, and asked in a low voice, "Is this seat occupied?"

Several prisoners stood behind the penguin and blocked his escape.

"Even if I say yes, what's the use?" Penguin didn't dare to resist, but said with restraint.

Jerome sat down. "I've always been a fan of yours, and I expected big things to happen when you were locked up in this madhouse. Kill a person or two, maybe..."

Jerome's eyes changed from confused and aggrieved to slightly bright, "Escape from prison."

Then he lowered his head aggrievedly like a little fan who was not recognized by his idol, then raised his eyes, his eyes were full of sternness, "But you have been depressed for the past six weeks."

Penguin wanted to leave, but the prisoner behind him forced him back into his seat.

Really unable to break free, the penguin replied, "If you insist on asking, I can't run away."

"Why?" Jerome laughed out loud, perhaps because of the scar at the corner of his mouth, which made him look very interested.

Penguin looked at Jerome with boredom on his face, "It's none of your business."

Receiving Jerome's gaze, the people behind the penguin pressed his shoulder blades hard, and the crack of the bones could even be heard, the penguin cried out in pain, telling the truth, "Because Sofia Falcone was imprisoned , a person who is very important to me. If I escape, he will kill her."

Jerome yawned, "Wow, it's boring. The only thing I can't stand is a boring person."

Jerome turned around, leaned against the table, and looked the other way, "The last person who bored me was Dietrich."

There's a real idiot sitting there, the kind that can't move, can't talk.There are a few people next to him who are messing with him, such as squeezing sauce on his head.

Fritz took the drawing board and drew a clown's smile on the poor man's face, and when he saw Jerome facing this side, he waved his hands with great interest.

Jerome didn't respond, which disappointed Friz, but she went on to devote herself to painting.

Penguin watched this scene in horror, while Jerome's voice seemed to ring in his ears.

"I had to sneak in while he was undergoing electroshock therapy and increase the current. Now he pees his pants ten times a day, and sometimes..." Jerome suddenly turned back, staring at the penguin expressionlessly, "and pulls his pants."

Seeing Jerome's indifferent smile at the end, Penguin was stunned for a while, and said, "It's really sad."

Jerome was angry, obviously, with a set mouth and a downcast face.

The fork that suddenly appeared in Jerome's hand startled the penguin, and Jerome stared at the penguin, "I want to cure your depression, Oswald."

The fork plunged into the pudding hard, and Jerome took a bite, "I'm going to get back that funny person I threw in your heart, until then."

Jerome stood up and left, taking the penguin's pudding, "We're going to have a lot of fun."

"He used to be very interesting, with his green boyfriend." Fritz picked up the paintbrush and walked towards the displeased Jerome. "He would still fight monsters with me, really unexpected, right?"

"Yeah," said the piece of pudding that Jerome scooped up, and Fritz ate it in one bite, "but I'm going to make him interesting again, and I like the process."

"I'm looking forward to it," Fritz drew a bloody smile on the dining table with a paintbrush stained with red paint.

All the prisoners in Arkham were released to move around, and the penguin limped along with the team, and was caught by two tall and strong men before walking a few steps.

"No, no, no!" The penguin struggled feebly, to no avail, while the prison guards stood aside and watched coldly, after all, this was Arkham.

"Shut your beak!" shouted one of the men dragging the penguin away.

The penguin was thrown directly on the table, and he hurriedly took off the sack covering his head, and found that there were many Arkham prisoners sitting below, and the one who frightened him the most was Jerome in the middle.

"What do you want?" Penguin asked timidly.

"I told you, pengy." Jerome deliberately mispronounced the penguin's name, pointing at him, "I'm going to cure you of this pathetic, uninteresting look, and the best cure is ..."

Jerome smiled and looked at the people around him, "Laugh."

"Makemelaugh. (Make me laugh.)" Jerome withdrew his smile and looked at the penguin sullenly.

"Make him laugh! Make him laugh!" Everyone next to him was booing and shouting.

"So, what'll you beperforming (what are you going to perform?)" At this time, Jerome took a box of popcorn from Fritz, opened it, and asked Penguin nonchalantly.

"I think it's a clown show. His wobbly walk is very interesting." Fritz pushed the person sitting next to Jerome aside, and sat in that seat by herself. No one dared to criticize her behavior. have opinions.

"Oh no, I think juggling," Jerome seriously discussed with Fritz, "or five rings."

Then, as if remembering that this was a penguin performance, I put my hand to my ear, "Oh, what did you say?"

"Are you going to do the clown dance? Fritz, you guessed it, applaud her." Jerome yelled excitedly, leading the applause.

"Yeah!" "Wonderful!" The people around also clapped and shouted happily.

Fritz stood up ladylikely, tugged at the non-existent skirt, knelt down to the people around her, and performed a ladylike etiquette. It seemed that she would perform the next performance, "I'm quite looking forward to it."

The terrified penguin looked at the clown costumes prepared by the audience, and shouted angrily, "I won't jump!"

The people in the audience booed, and two people holding the clown suit came onto the stage, and the person close to the penguin controlled him and forced the penguin to put it on.

"No! Let me go, go away!" Penguin struggled and roared, but his thin body was no match for those strong guys.

"Make him laugh! Make him laugh!"

The people in the audience were even more excited when they saw this scene.

Jerome ate popcorn boredly, and saw that his white gloves were a bit dirty, so he rubbed them against a prisoner in a coat next to him.

Fritz yawned and approached Jerome, "If I don't see a clown show today, I will definitely make this guy look good."

"Sodo I."

Fritz twitched the corner of her mouth, the scar on her right face looked even more distorted, and she grabbed a handful of popcorn from Jerome's box.

Seeing Jerome's unhappy eyes, Fritz said dissatisfiedly, "Hey, you still have so much, I'm bored too."

At this time, the penguin's clown costume was also finished, with a large red bow tie with spots, a skirt sewn from prison uniforms, and the "squeaky" shoes that made Fritz's smile.

Looking at Fritz who couldn't straighten up with laughter, Jerome spread his hands helplessly, "We are watching a performance, silence!"

"Sorry, but I just can't help it, it will be fine in a while."

Jerome shook his head irritably and said to Penguin, "You can start anytime."

Penguin stood blankly on the table for a while, then said aggrieved and angrily, "You don't even know what happened to me!"

Jerome's expectant expression also sank, and Fritz next to him had a malicious expression on his face.

The tears and hatred in the penguin's eyes can be seen through the too long bangs, "Don't bother me with the betrayal I have endured."

Penguin recalled the past, and finally couldn't help sobbing, "Let me go."

Jerome couldn't bear to cover one side of his face, and then reached out to stop, "Cut! (Stop!)"

The popcorn was put on the table, and Friz picked it up and ate it, sweeping away the boredom just now, as if the real fun had just begun.

Jerome stood up, sighed slightly, and walked towards the penguin with his hands behind his back.

"Oswald, Oswald, Oswald." Jerome shook his head slightly and walked up the two steps in front of the desk, looking at the penguin like a disappointed student.

The penguin was so frightened that he trembled all over, and he didn't dare to look directly at Jerome.

"You're in prison now," Jerome pointed at him, pressing hard on the penguin's forehead, "the prison in your head."

"And I'm going to give you the key, so... dance."

Jerome stepped back down the steps and looked at the penguin with open arms.

"Make him laugh! Make him laugh!"

Several people hit the penguin's legs with sticks, which made the penguin couldn't help avoiding or being beaten crookedly, just like a clown dancing.

"This is decent, I can sense it's going to be funny. Hereitcomes!"

The small ball used in the clown show hit the penguin and made a "creaking" sound. Fritz couldn't help laughing when she saw this scene.

"It's funny, Okay!" Jerome glanced at Fritz, and stretched out his hand to signal to stop.

Penguin tore the clown suit on his body and shouted, and couldn't help jumping at Jerome from the table.

Jerome opened his arms, but before the poor Coppert got close, he was beaten from mid-air with a stick by the people beside him, and there was blood in his mouth.

Fritz jumped in front of the penguin, and a box of popcorn was poured on his face, but the penguin didn't even dare to reach out to stop it, "You fouled, Mr. Copperpot."

Jerome approached him, frowned, and said disappointedly, "You're no better than Fred Astaire."

Then he kicked the penguin in the face, and left without paying attention, "Try again tomorrow."

Fritz happily followed Jerome, and after the two left, all the prisoners around hit the penguin with sticks or kicked him directly.