[Gotham] Jerome's Little Bad

Gotham is an isolated island, a drifting and fringe existence, and it is also a corrupt tree that looks extremely lush, but it has been corroded from the inside and is about to collapse.

Gotham used to have Gordon, who brought light to Gotham, and now Gotham has her light knight, and of course her dark knight.

Batman is an unknown vigilante.

In the drowsy night of Gotham, whenever bat-shaped lights appear in the sky, those gangsters know that today is not a good time to make trouble.

And more than ten years ago, Gotham was still that impure city full of crimes.

"Hey, boy, have you paid the money?" Several big men surrounded a red-haired boy, and when they finally found out that the woman wasn't around, they had been annoyed for a long time when they saw this slutty guy.

It's so annoying to have a pretty face and get everything.

"I...I didn't bring any money with me today," the young man shrank, lowered his head and replied in a muffled voice.

"You lied to me! Your restaurant business is so good, tell me you have no money!" The leading man grabbed the boy by the collar and raised his fist.

"I want money! Why don't you come to me and ask for it!"

An arrogant female voice sounded, and a helmet slammed on the head of the man.

"Damn it..." The gray-haired man turned his head, and the swearing stopped abruptly when he saw the person coming, and even the men with him obviously flinched, and said angrily, "Forget it, I won't bother with you today gone."

What made several big men extremely afraid was a beautiful woman with blond hair and long legs. The woman looked at everyone as if she was looking at garbage, and it would be softer only when it fell on the red-haired boy.

The woman blocked the way of a few men, her face was flamboyant, but her tone was full of disdain, "Didn't I say, don't come to this place? Do you not understand human language? Or do you not want the arm that was crippled before?" gone?"

"Huo Lan, don't fucking go too far!" The gray-haired man was poked to the point of pain, and he was in front of so many people, so he couldn't keep his face.

"I'm going too far, so what can you do?" After Fritz finished speaking, she unceremoniously kicked the gray-haired man half a meter away. Liz also had to make a move against Shang.

The situation of the battle is obvious, even if the gray-haired man brings a few more people, he still loses miserably.

Fritz found a strong wooden stick from the trash can next to it, and stepped on the gray-haired man's hand, "You are such an annoying bug, next time I will definitely arrest you and lock you up in the black door for a few years."

The stick and the gray-haired man's arm were broken together, and the screams echoed in the alley. Fritz patted the ashes on her hands, and watched the gray-haired man hugging his arms and screaming indifferently, before being dragged away by several accomplices. Walk.

And the red-haired boy leaning against the corner has been looking greedily at the blonde woman, his eyes are dark and dark, as if he wants to hide Fritz in his own eyes, looking at her every day, making her only his own.

That morbid look disappeared instantly when Fritz turned to face her, replaced by pitiful eyes, in Fritz's view, like a bullied little milk dog.

"Didn't I tell you not to come to this kind of alley?" Fritz picked up the helmet and blamed the red-haired boy slightly complaining, "It's a good thing I came to you today, otherwise those scumbags don't know what to do .”

"I know you will definitely come back to save me," Jerome hugged Fritz affectionately, buried his head on her neck, breathed the faint fragrance of a woman's body, narrowed his eyes slightly, and saw Fritz He showed a satisfied expression where he couldn't reach.

But Friz just thought that Jerome was frightened, and gently rubbed the soft red hair, but saw the red and swollen scar on the boy's shoulder.

"Did your uncle hit you again?" Fritz pulled Jerome's collar a little, and there was indeed a red mark.

"No," Jerome said on purpose to let Fritz see it, and he had to put on an innocent and aggrieved timid look.

"How about you go live at my place today, and go back to school when school starts?" Fritz thought that it was Jerome's family business, and she couldn't get involved.

"Will it be troublesome?" Jerome asked timidly with a mysterious light in his eyes when he heard the expected answer.

"Of course not," Fritz handed the helmet to the boy, and left the alley with Jerome.

"Ding!"

Fritz was lighting a cigarette, which didn't have a strong nicotine smell, but a faint fruity aroma, and a little orange flame flickered in the dark alley.

Jerome looked at half of the blond woman's face shrouded in smoke, and felt that blurred feeling again.No one can be like Fritz, even smoking and fighting has a unique sense of beauty, the feeling of looking down on everything but caring for you alone, Jerome is deeply obsessed with this feeling.

Therefore, in order to get close to Fritz, he can use all means.

The alley was very close to Uncle Jerome's restaurant, and Fritz's motorcycle was parked in front of the shop.

"Can you ride?" Fritz tilted her head and asked.

"A little bit," Jerome said in a conservative answer, his eyes following Frize deeply.

"Then you drive, it's okay to ride a little slower," Fritz threw the key to the boy, and lazily stepped on the back seat, her eyes signaled Jerome to sit in front.

Jerome suppressed the excitement in his heart, sat in front of the locomotive, and seemed to be able to feel the woman's breath floating to his ears.

"Don't go back to your uncle's place next time, just go to my place. Anyway, my house has a lot of rooms, and your uncle will not enslave you like a relative, and it's too dangerous here."

Jerome heard Fritz's slightly worried voice ringing in his ears, and a triumphant smile appeared on his face.

Nothing was dangerous, only Fritz was dangerous to him.Because those secret and paranoid feelings are dangerous.

"Recently, the law and order in Gotham has become worse and worse. Even the Wayne couple have been killed. You have to be careful and try not to leave the school."

"A new police officer came to the police station recently. I really don't know where he came from. He almost got Harvey involved."

"I'm really exhausted. Gotham is a melting pot. As long as the interests of some people are touched, it will be difficult to do anything."

Jerome listened quietly to Fritz's complaints, the cold night wind made his hands and feet feel cold.

At this moment, Jerome wanted to destroy Gotham, burn down the crime and filth of the city, and she would not be so distressed anymore.

Why can't I let go of this city? It is obviously so unbearable and rotten, but there are such beautiful people who care about saving it, just like myself.

Fritz is a person who doesn't talk about rules, but she will abide by such ordinary and messy rules, and she wants to use her own power to save the city.

"I'll help you," a faint voice sounded, which made Fritz laugh happily, and hugged the tall and straight boy.

"What a sweet kid."

Jerome's expression became weird and enjoyable, and even the corners of his eyes were filled with joy.

Friz's house is not small, and her lawyer father bought it for her. Even though she is not the biological daughter of her parents, they have devoted all their efforts and love to Friz.

Jerome stared at the photos on the table and on the cabinet. Most of them were group photos of the family of three, and there were some single photos of Fritz, a girl whose smile shone like a jewel.

He thought that one day, a photo of himself and Fritz would be placed on it, occupying this home.

There are several guest rooms in Fritz’s house, and you can use any one you want. The quilt and pillows are what Fritz found out from her own closet, which is just right for this season.

Jerome stretched out on the bed, and the smell of Fritz was everywhere, with a faint smell of tobacco in the sweetness. Many policemen in Gotham would smoke.

Pressing your head on the pillow, breathing greedily, the feeling of warmth and peace did not exist in any period of my life.

An elder brother who doesn't have two faces, a mother who can only drink and beat himself, and an uncle who can only oppress himself.

If Jerome was the one who met Fritz when he was nine years old, wouldn't it be him who is lying here now?

no, I can not.

In the end, under my arrangement, my alcoholic mother and uncle discovered the true face of that little pervert, and then I never saw that fellow brother again.

When he was nine years old, he happened to save Fritz on purpose. Of course there were vicious circus dogs, but they were all dead.

He liked Fritz, from the very first meeting, she was the first one to grab Jerome by the collar and tell him that if Jerome bullied his younger brother again, she would never treat him so politely.

Of course, the result of her being polite was to knock out two of Jerome's teeth, even though they were the two he happened to be replacing.

She didn't pay much attention to that matter, but for Jerome, who was young and had no concept of good and evil, it was the first time he was protected.

It was also the first time that the person he liked was not deceived by the perfect image of Jerome's appearance, and even punched him mercilessly.

Fritz was a bright and high-spirited girl from an early age, especially when her parents were not around.Because of her experience in an orphanage when she was a child, Fritz was extremely protective of cute and weak children, so Jerome pretended to be in front of him for many years.

The extra gift of saving Fritz is that the Holland family is willing to sponsor Jerome to go to school, which of course is not the same school that Fritz left for the wealthy children of Gotham.

So every day Jerome will pay close attention to Fritz's situation in that school. Every boy or girl who confesses to Fritz will suffer injuries to varying degrees due to accidents. Falling down and getting a concussion, getting bitten by a dog, all kinds of things.

As time passed, no one dared to touch Fritz anymore.Jerome was happy to see it happen, as long as he was alone.Friend, lover, husband, only him is enough.

And if his alcoholic mother hadn't been too in the way and wanted to swallow the money funded by Mr. Holland, Jerome wouldn't have done anything to her.

It's just that the antihypertensive drug she used was replaced with Cephalosporium. She was already in poor health, and according to her drinking temper, she would die soon.

Jerome had given her a chance, and as long as she didn't drink, nothing would happen.

Even if it was a forensic examination, they thought it was a disulfiram reaction caused by drug conflicts, not to mention that her body had already had many problems due to years of drinking and indulgence.

Jerome used everything to get Fritz's sympathy and love, but it was far from enough.

In this city, any warmth between strangers is a strange existence, and Jerome just wants to narrow the distance between them a little bit.

Jerome succeeded, and Fritz simply pulled Jerome back home after her mother urged her to get married.

And Holland's parents are very satisfied with Jerome Valeska, a newly promoted young talent who knows everything. He is a university professor, gentle and considerate. He grew up with Fritz, which is the best choice.

So in less than three months, the two held a wedding and became an official couple with legal protection.

As for Fritz, the timid young man who took care of herself, she didn't know when she became reliable, when she was taller than herself, and even when she was in danger a few times on duty or the other party rescued her.

That boy, in his own eyes, gradually changed from a boy who needed protection to a man who could protect himself.

And in the past few years in GCPD, I have never been in a relationship. Of course, the only Jim Gordon I can watch is not my dish.

At just the right time, Jerome stepped forward. When he was investigating a case with Gordon, it was the first time he was rescued by the boy who had always been his own protector.

Everything that followed was smooth sailing. Jerome, who had been coveting the little sun for many years, was finally quietly surrounded by himself, and finally carefully hid it in his pocket.

Like a timid thief, he dares to take out the treasures to watch only in the dead of night.

In Fritz's eyes, all of this was a proper arrangement, and even the relationship was a matter of course.

For Jerome, all coincidences are at every step.

"I think those big villains in Gotham have been doing big things in silence recently, as if there is a bigger boss behind them," Fritz said as she nestled in Jerome's arms, sullenly, and liked it as before Complain to Jerome.

"It's okay, nothing can't be solved," Jerome reassured her, hugging his treasure gently.

Nothing is unsolvable.

The ones that annoy you, the ones that are dirty, and the ones you don't like.

Gotham needs a beast. He will become the ruler of Gotham. In the end, the beast will destroy all the beasts that shroud Gotham in darkness for his lover.

Then, with his treasures, he lived a normal and stable life.