[Gotham] Jerome's Little Bad

"It's unbelievable," Fritz nestled in a corner far away from the crowd, looked at her hands by the light on the boat, and then stroked the corners of her lips, where the scars that should have been rough and uneven turned back to smooth skin .

When I woke up, I was on this boat, my mind was dizzy, as if I was pulled out of the water a second before I fell into the water and was about to drown, and my vision was foggy.

The bustling city in the distance, and the very familiar bridge, is still Gotham.

Fritz lowered her head in disappointment, looking at the city that was getting farther and farther away, her mind was blank for a while, and all the past flashed in front of her like a revolving lantern.

In a daze, an idea popped up in Fritz's mind. She blinked vigorously, and her vision became much clearer, so she couldn't leave Gotham yet.

Listening to the quarrels of everyone nearby, Fritz lazily approached the center of the crowd.But because of a remote control, everyone has hesitant and nervous expressions on their faces. Some people want to stand up but are waiting and watching.

Fritz listened for a while, it was just a game, a very simple but extremely human game, maybe the controller stayed at a certain height, watching the people on the two ships with contempt for mutual suspicion .

A simple conspiracy, once bet on humanity and trust, it will become complicated, and all good intentions will collapse overnight.

Watching the man take the detonator away, Friz slowly pulled out a weird smile.

The man who took away the detonator was also hesitant. Even if a boatload of hopeless criminals died after pressing the button, he couldn't let others die so decisively.

At this moment, a hand straightened away the detonator in his hand, and the man stared blankly along that arm.

The typical American sweetheart, blond and blue-eyed, is a very young girl.But her strength is not like that of an ordinary girl, as can be seen from the fact that she just effortlessly took away the detonator she was clenched tightly.

The blond girl looked coldly, casually tossed and caught the detonator in her hand, and carefully looked at the button in her hand with a puffy face.

She held the detonator in the palm of her hand, and stretched out her index finger with the other hand to press it down.

All the people in the boat were staring at her movements. They had different expressions, and some wanted to stop her, but they were all hesitating.

Dramatically, when the finger was about to fall, the blond woman suddenly laughed, "Don't you think I'm really going to press it down?"

She said that, retracting her fingers, playing with the detonator, watching it purse her mouth, "I just don't like letting others get what they want."

After finishing speaking, Fritz threw the detonator directly into the river unexpectedly, and ripples appeared on the river surface, disrupting the light and shadow on the boat.

"Thank you," the man who was holding the detonator before breathed out deeply, his expression relaxed.

Everyone on board seemed to have pressed a certain switch. Although everyone had slight fear and nervousness on their faces, there was no longer the pressure of carrying something.

Facing the city not far away, they cried while hugging their friends and family members, waiting for the midnight bell or the explosion of the ship.

"Don't thank me, maybe you will hate me to death in the future," Fritz leaned against the pillar, lowering her head.

"No, we are very grateful to you. You did something we dare not do." A woman thought that Fritz felt guilty for the life and death of the people on the boat, and couldn't help but stepped forward to comfort her.

In the shadow, Friz watched some people close their eyes and make the sign of the cross on their chests, and some people cried silently. This time is very suitable for a cigarette, and the mist is suitable for this bleak look of life.

Fritz smiled maliciously, even if the button was pressed, the people on this boat would not survive, and the mastermind behind the scenes had no intention of giving them a way out.Even if the people on both ships didn't touch that detonator, a third detonator would kill them all.

At least, if it was Jamie, he would.

Friz shook her head and hummed a ditty, different from the tense expressions of everyone around her. If it wasn't for the space constraints, she would even want to dance on the deck.

By midnight, no one on either boat had detonated the detonators, and the police were busy trying to save people on board.

"It seems that a certain Gordon police officer stopped someone," Fritz stretched, propping her head to watch the police rescue.

"Director Gordon is the greatest policeman in Gotham, but Batman is the patron saint of the entire city," said the lady who had just comforted Fritz when she heard her mention Gordon, and began to praise Batman enthusiastically.

"Batman" Fritz's tone was calm, but there was still a bit of confusion in the end, "Who is it?"

"No one knows who he is. He is the vigilante protecting Gotham. The most likely person should be Harvey, but it is not certain."

"Harvey Harvey Bullock"

"No, of course not," the woman looked at Fritz strangely, thinking that Fritz didn't know anything because she hadn't been back to Gotham for many years, "Prosecutor, Harvey Dent, he is a A very just man."

It's funny that Fritz didn't speak anymore, the world is full of surprises.

Fritz made a few laps in this strange yet familiar city, dealt with a few gangsters who tried to get her hands on her, and determined that this was about 20 years later in Gotham, but it was not the same world.

She also saw the news about Gordon, a man wearing glasses, who was a little shorter than Gordon in another world, but looked pleasing to the eye.

The confrontation between the Joker and Batman occupies the most boards in the Gotham Daily, one is the dark night knight hiding in the dark, and the other is a lunatic who ignores the rules and framework.

Looking at the poor victim with clown makeup on half of his face but wearing a bat suit on the newspaper, Fritz left a white mark with his fingertip.

But Fritz didn't check the information for the vigilante and his old enemy. She didn't care what the clown destroyed Gotham, and she didn't care who the clown killed and destroyed.

The person she was looking for had been nothing more than Jerome from beginning to end.

As if predestined, Fritz went to check all the unidentified people who appeared in Gotham in the past year, and Jerome was indeed among them.

Appeared in Gotham a year ago, unidentified, the bombing and kidnapping case against Bruce Wayne and James Gordon, a lunatic who has troubled GCPD and Batman for a month, a person who appeared in Gotham inexplicably , Jerome Valeska.

It was imprisoned in Arkham more than half a year ago, and it was unsurprisingly from Batman's handwriting.

The smile that Fritz had been hanging on her face to confuse others sank a little bit, and it was Bruce Wayne again, without Jerome, there was still a Bruce, which was really annoying.

However, Fritz also found something interesting when she checked the information. Bruce Wayne and Batman seemed to be in the same situation, but the time of their appearance never coincided, but it happened that the two disappeared and Occasionally the dots fit together, and there's no such thing as a nobody running amok in Gotham.

Including the only person who can contact Batman is Gordon, and the Batmobile that looks a bit familiar, and too many doubts.

If Bruce is not Batman, then he is also a supporter behind Batman or knows Batman. Based on Fritz's understanding of the young Bruce, he is definitely not just a noble son who only knows how to spend money and drink.

A Bruce Wayne in disguise, and a clown trying to make Batman reveal his true colors, why is this city so interesting?

Looking at the news about Jerome again in a blink of an eye, Fritz raised the corner of her mouth a little and then lowered it, pointing her fingertips on the table.

Ashlia was awakened by sirens and gunshots in Arkham, fidgeting with her matted hair, she went to the door to see what was going on.

Is it a jailbreak or a jailbreak?

The floor where Ashlia stayed was used by Arkham to imprison serious criminals, all of whom were among the top villains in Gotham. Especially at the end of this floor, Arkham was not even allowed to have a private room. Activity time.

Usually, no one appears, but the guards are the strictest. Even Ashlia seldom sees anyone, but because her neighbor is a nagging guy, Ashilia just simply curious.

From the other end of the silent and dark corridor, there was the sound of clicking heels, and there was a strange and gentle whistle coming from far and near.

Against the background of this sound, the gunshots and screams seemed to be farther away, so faint that they seemed to be inaudible.

It wasn't like it was, the gunfire had indeed stopped.

Ashilia became even more curious, and tried to look out from the railing of the door, and what appeared in front of her was a woman with blond hair and white clothes, and she was also whistling with an eerie tune.

She walked toward the depths of the corridor with cheerful steps, but took two steps back when passing the cell next to Ashlia.

"Good evening, Mr. Clown." Fritz put her right hand on her chest and bowed. "It's my first meeting, Fritz Holland. It's a pleasure to work with the famous clown."

"Comeon, comeon," Ashlia heard the excited voice of her neighbor, still clapping, "I knew it, hahaha."

Over there is the clown laughing until he seems to die, "I knew it, I knew it, Gotham, Gotham, Gotham..."

Here it is again, Ashilia covered her ears, her neighbor is good at everything, but loves to talk in a tone.

"Gotham," the clown suddenly calmed down, "why don't you always dare to break the rules? If there were more sweethearts like you, I really...hahaha, why doesn't that Batboy understand?"

The laughter stopped, and the tone became low, "Why doesn't he understand?"

Here we go again, why is he always so keen to assert Batman's sovereignty with everyone non-stop.

Ashlia stared intently at the blonde woman's expression. The smile on her face remained unchanged, but her eyes were dark.Ashilia thought about it, but she was still low in rank, or she was too young and needed more exercise.

"Oh." Fritz's expression remained unchanged, "Mr. Clown, you are very interesting, but I'm going to pick up someone, and I don't think we will have a chance to meet again."

"No, no, no, there will always be, always, always," the clown said lightly, "Sweetheart, I'm looking forward to it..."

Fritz raised her eyebrows, there is no chance, there will be no chance to meet again.

"Bytheway," Fritz who had just left suddenly turned back, "The two-ship experiment can't prove anything. Only when the city is truly destroyed can everything be rebuilt."

Ashleigh: I want to be that kind of boss too.

The blond woman pulled off her sleeves, but there was still nothing on them, "There are still 10 minutes left, and my dear Gotham Knights will solve everything, good luck, Mr. Clown."

The clown didn't speak, and Ashlia saw Fritz disappear at the end of the corridor.

"pong!"

The red-haired man was not surprised when he saw the blond sweetheart appearing in front of him, as if he knew that the prisoner was Fritz.

"Good evening, dear," Friz stood at the door, but she didn't go in, her thumb kept playing with the safety catch of the gun, making a slight rattling sound.

"Longtimenosee," Jerome greeted lightly, the corner of his eye was on the gun in Fritz's hand, and instead he opened his arms towards her, "Wannait"

"No, we only have 10 minutes," Fritz suddenly rushed into Jerome's arms, and she bit down on the face that was no different from before.

It was the unscarred corner of the mouth, the same expression as in the circus, like the first time in Arkham, this was her Jerome.

Every kiss between her and Jerome seemed like wild beasts trying to test each other. Many times Jerome would mercilessly bite the tip of her tongue and lips, and the bloody kiss spread between the two. .

Many times Jerome would bite her on the back and kiss her neck bloody.Any intimacy between two people is different from ordinary people, especially when the two are rarely indulging in each other, Jerome will look directly into Fritz's eyes, those dark green eyes seem to penetrate into her heart.

"When the Joker leaves, Batman will definitely go after him first, and those people from GCPD will not be a threat," Fritz said while leaning on Jerome's chest, listening to the beating of the heart, this moment really happened The feeling of coming alive.

"How about Norway?"

Hearing the voice that sounded from his chest, Fritz nodded slightly, "Greenland is also fine."

It doesn't matter where it is, even Arkham, as long as you're here.

The author has something to say: It’s over here, but there are still two episodes, which will mention life after going to Norway

The Gordon in the Dark Knight is Gary Oldman, Stan, who is not too cold as a killer, didn't see it at all.And the whistling part is inspired by Kill Bill, the part of watching the movie is really sassy

In fact, I have hidden a lot of driving points in the front, which is very obscure.