[Gotham] Jerome's Little Bad

Because of the tragedy in the police station and the grief of losing their best friend, Gordon and Harvey were extremely merciless when investigating the case of the Crazy Gang.

As for Theo, his sister, the woman who looked like a leopard, had a hot fight with Barbara.

After all, Barbara is so attractive, no matter for

A man, or a woman.

Theo walks in and interrupts the friendly "communication" between the two of them.

Because Tabitha had other important things to do with Jerome and Fritz.

Taking advantage of the fact that there were only the two of them, Fritz expressed her worries, "Jerome, I think Theo's layout is not just to make us show off and cause riots. He really wants to get rid of the prison robbery. , which shows that we can become his Pauls (pawns in chess) at any time."

"I don't care, as long as the city becomes chaotic and sinful, trembling under our feet." (I don't care, as long as the city becomes chaotic, sinful, trembling under our feet.)

Jerome looked so relaxed, he didn't care about Friz's worries at all.

Fritz, who didn't want to end the conversation here, returned to silence after seeing Tabitha walk out with a cold face.

Theo kept Barbara, praised her for her excellent performance in the massacre of the police station, and told her the secrets of the Galavan family.

And promised to help her destroy Gordon from body|body to soul.

Officer Gordon, who was about to be devastated, had just thrown a few uncooperative guys out of the window and returned to the police station.

Gordon, who has been busy like a spinning top recently, kissed Xiao Lai affectionately, hoping to have a tender moment with his girlfriend in the busy schedule.

However, the warm moments don't last long, and Harvey interrupts them.Because he had found out the address of Jerome's blind father, and thought he could get some news from him.

When Cicero got home, he felt that something was wrong, because the blind man's other senses were better.

"Who'sthere (who?)"

Although no one answered, the old blind man already felt, "I know someone is there."

Tabitha behind him yanked the whip around his neck, and Cicero stared at his cataracted eyes.

"Hi－ya, Pops.Longtime...nosee. (Okay, Dad, long time...no see)"

Jerome came from behind and smiled lowly in Cicero's ear.

Cicero was bound to a chair with a blue strip of cloth around his mouth, and Jerome sat opposite him, with Tabitha and Fritz holding a whip on either side of him.

"So, how you doing (how are you?)"

Jerome greeted without sincerity. Cicero couldn't speak, but he still said, "Don't speak, right? Well, let me tell you a story."

Jerome clasped his hands together, pretending to think, and pointed at Cicero as if remembering something, "Do you remember Kansas City, Dad? Every spring during my birthday, the circus troupe goes on tour in the city."

Jerome thought of something very unhappy, paused for a long time, and said with suppressed hatred, "There is a man, he and my mother often drink and have sex, and beat me half to death, they can be so crazy all night .”

He stretched out the index fingers of both hands and stood up. "I remember one time, it was my ninth birthday. He and my mother had just finished the first round, drinking, having sex, beating up Jerome, and going to take a break."

"Anyway..." Jerome picked up a knife from the counter, took a closer look, and switched to a sharper one. "I was outside the trailer and you were there. You said, 'Why are you crying? , Jerome.'"

Jerome put down the knife again, picked up the fork to look at it, and said his childhood answer in a crying tone, "'Today is my birthday, but my mother and the snake dancer hit me.'"

Jerome had tears in his eyes, more hatred, imitating Cicero's cold voice, "Then you say, 'The world doesn't care about you, or anyone else, Jerome, you most Well just understand that.'"

Jerome smiled and looked at the poor old man who was tied to the chair, "You didn't say anything else."

Finally, Jerome drew out the sharpest knife and walked quickly to Cicero, "Look, there is a man, Dad. This man believes in me, has always believed in me, and thinks that I can become a superstar. And tonight, Everyone in Gotham will see that."

Jerome untied the bandage that bound Cicero's mouth, "Except you, because you were, dead by then."

"Jerome..." Cicero's tone was soft.

"Is this the part where you say how sorry you are?" Jerome approached his father, "Say you should trust me, say it's not too late to start over."

Jerome became more and more excited as he spoke. He grabbed Cicero by the neck and said indifferently, "I tell you, Dad, it's too late."

"You don't have to." Cicero tried to win Jerome back.

"No, I'm sure I need to."

"I'm a bad father, but I love you, you killed me for it..." Cicero took the gentle route and played the family card, but Jerome didn't give face.

Jerome interrupted him with a smile, as if he had heard some funny joke, and he couldn't help but laugh.

Tabitha, who was leaning on the kitchen counter, looked impatient, while Fritz looked at the hypocritical Cicero indifferently.

"That's not why I want to kill you," Jerome picked up a blue blueprint from the counter and threw it on the ground, "The blueprint of Arkham Asylum."

Then he picked up a dozen thick letters and gestured to Cicero, "Look at these."

It suddenly occurred to Jerome that the old fellow could not see it, so he walked up to him and tapped Cicero on the head with the dozen letters, "Letters between you and your crazy son."

He tossed some of these letters on the ground, "It looks innocent at first glance, but Detective Gordon, you remember him, don't you?"

"He'll feel the bumps," said Jerome, rubbing the side of the envelope against Cicero's face, allowing him to feel the imprint on the envelope, "a secret message written in Braille."

"It's you and your son, talking about my escape," Jerome said, turning and tossing the rest of the letter into the air, and went to the counter to pick up a small brown bottle. sleeping gas."

"Look, Dad." Jerome pointed at him with a knife, turned the chair upside down, and sat on it to face Cicero, "The man who helped me escape from Arkham, he doesn't want others to know it's him Did it. Of course, so, the police will find the letters, and they will think."

Jerome paused, his voice was sad but perfunctory enough, he even wiped away tears that didn't exist with the blue cloth, "This blind old fool really loves his son, what a good father. Everyone in the room will have tears in their eyes."

"They will never believe it." Cicero was still comforting himself.

"Of course they would, the police are stupid."

Tabitha had checked the house a long time ago, and was getting impatient, "There's nothing here, let's finish it and go."

"I'm sorry you won't see my big night, Dad." Jerome stood up and pushed the chair away. "But you're a medium. So, tell me, am I going to kill you?"

"You (you)..." Even though Cicero was panicking, he also knew that Jerome would not let him go, "will be the curse of Gotham, and the thought of you will make children scream from their dreams." Woke up in the middle of the night. All that's left of you is death and madness."

Not only did Jerome not feel sad about his father's cursing, on the contrary, he was looking forward to the scene in Cicero's mouth.

"Then, say hello to Mom for me!" Jerome grabbed Cicero's collar and raised his sharp knife.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and Jerome quickly covered Cicero's mouth with his eyes and hands, and made a gesture of "shh" to him.

"GCPD!" It was Gordon who knocked on the door, and his old partner Harvey was beside him.

"Mr. Cicero, this is Detective Gordon, and we want to talk to you about your son."

After waiting for a long time and no one answered, Gordon asked again, "Mr. Cicero"

As soon as the words fell, a sob was heard from inside the room.

Gordon and Harvey looked at each other, took a step back in unison, drew the guns on their waists, and kicked open the door of Cicero's house.

The pair aimed their guns inside the house, but all they saw was Cicero strapped to a chair with a sharp knife pierced through his left eye.

Gordon entered the house first, and saw that the window was open, and the wind blew the curtains.

"Harvey, they ran through the window."

Gordon ran to the window to see if he could find any traces of Jerome, while Harvey watched Cicero, intending to untie Cicero's hands.

But just as Harvey took Cicero's hand, a puff of blue smoke rose, and Harvey began to grow dizzy.

Gordon hurriedly dragged Harvey out of the room, but he also inhaled a small amount of smoke, and collapsed on the wall in the corridor.

In the mist, Jerome whistled cheerfully and walked towards them, followed by Fritz.

"Detective Gordon," Gordon saw a silhouette squatting in front of him, "the gas is quite effective!"

Gordon struggled to resist, but in Jerome's eyes it was a waste of effort.

Jerome snatched the gun from the detective's hand, handed it to Fritz, patted Gordon's head, and whispered in his ear, "It's so cute."

Gordon suddenly grabbed Jerome by the neck as if he had come back from the past, and pressed him hard against the wall.

Friz on the side quickly folded Gordon's arm with one hand, grabbed his neck with the other, and kicked him hard at the kneecap, smashing Gordon to the ground.

Jerome coughed twice and adjusted his collar, which was not messed up at all.

Looking at Gordon who was still struggling, he put on a regretful expression, "I know you are very angry."

Gordon stared at Jerome viciously, his eyes were red, and he wanted to bite off a piece of flesh from him, "If you killed Sarah Eisen, I will definitely kill you."

Jerome shook his head, pointed the gun that Fritz dropped just now at Gordon's head, "Goodbye, detective. (Goodbye, detective.)"

"Don'tshoothim. (Don't shoot.)" Tabitha, wearing a mask, came over with a whip and stopped Jerome.

"How about some flesh and blood injuries?" Jerome didn't want to let the "nosy" police officer go easily.

"I'll do it!" Tabitha kicked Gordon unconscious.

Looking at the sharp heels of the fierce tiger's high-heeled shoes, Fritz felt that this move must be for Barbara, and felt that Gordon would really suffer in the future.