Sorry it took a while, but I finally have my next chapter up.

Fun Fact: Growing up in the circus, Quinn loves animals, but her favorite animals are wolves, hyenas and cats, even though she is allergic to cats.

The Truth

"Hi, Jerome, hi Quinn, please take a seat," Jim Gordon says.

Quinn notices a woman standing behind him. Must be a doctor, or maybe she is probably one of the people who looks over dead bodies. Disgusting.

"I believe you know Mr. Cicero, Jerome," Gordon replies.

Quinn notices an old man as they step inside. Jerome calmly sits down beside the old man, and replies with a "Yes sir."

The woman gives Quinn a warm but small smile and Quinn gives her one back with a small wave, as she sits down next to Jerome.

Jerome turns to Mr. Cicero. Quinn knows him too, but not that well and only met him once or twice. Jerome's hand brushes against Quinn's under the table, it feels a bit shaky. Quinn grabs it, and holds onto it tightly, signaling to him that everything was going to be okay.

"Hello, Mr. Cicero," Jerome greets the old man.

"Good evening, Jerome," Mr. Cicero replies croakily.

Jim sits down in front of the three people, with his arms folded, looking at each of them.

"Do you know why you're here?" Jim Gordon asks.

"No, sir," Quinn replies, and Jim turns his head towards her for a moment and she notices a strange look in his eyes. Pity? Sorrow? Why would he feel sorry for her? Quinn didn't like Lila.

"Did you find out who killed my mother?" Jerome questions with eagerness in his voice.

"You killed your mother, Jerome," Jim answered.

Quinn looks in shock staring at Jerome and Jim Gordon, as her heart starts beating rapidly. No. No way. Jerome would never do such a thing. It has to be a lie or maybe wrong evidence? He didn't do it. Right?

"Me?" Jerome whimpers.

"You killed her up on that hill, and Mr. Cicero let you clean up in his trailer. He told you to scratch the satanist stuff and the hatchet and throw it off the bridge," Jim stated.

"Sir, that's absurd and... and offensive," Jerome says in a trembling voice.

"But it's the truth," Jim answered

"I'm sorry, Detective," Quinn speaks up, and Jim looks to Quinn with the same look of sorrow, "But I'm afraid you must've got this all wrong. Jerome would never do that."

"No, I'm sorry, Quinn. But he would and he did," Jim replies. "But what I don't know is why this man risked so much to help you..." He tilts his head at the blind old man sitting on the other side of Jerome. "I think he's your father."

"You don't know what you're talking about. My father was a sea captain," Jerome tells him.

"It's true, Detective," Quinn agrees, "I was there when Lila told him of his father."

"Am I wrong, Mr. Cicero?" Jim looks at the blind man.

"Yes." The man answers.

"He was a sea captain. His name was Sven Karlsen, he died at sea," Jerome continues to explain.

Quinn felt awful for Jerome. First he is being accused of murdering his own mother, and now this? Why couldn't they just leave the poor boy alone?

"What was the name of the ship?" Jim asks, not believing it.

"He worked on lots of different ships," Jerome answers.

"The one he went down in," Jim said.

Quinn notices the tears forming in Jerome's eyes as he whimpers, "She never said." Quinn wraps her arms around Jerome to hug him and was getting close to shouting at Jim to just leave Jerome alone.

"We can do a blood test to prove I'm right. Takes only half an hour to get a foolproof result," Jim stated, then turns to the lady, "Isn't that right, Dr. Thompkins?"

The woman behind him nods, "Yes."

"Save yourself a needle," Jim told Mr. Cicero.

"I do hate needles," Cicero mumbles, "I'm sorry Jerome."

"W-What are you talking about?" Jerome whimpers.

"He's right. I am your father," Mr. Cicero confessed.

"You're not," Jerome denies, "Why would you say that?"

"You must've suspected the truth," the old man said.

Everything was making sense in Quinn's head. Mr. Cicero had been nice to Jerome, for the most part, except for what he said to Jerome on his ninth birthday.

"You're not my father," Jerome denies, "My mother would never-"

"Your mother was a cruel woman. She was often unkind to me but she did once love me, in her way," Mr. Cicero explained, "And she loved you, very much. That's why she gave you a better father."

Jerome places his hands on the table, and looks down, then begins to cry. Using one arm Quinn rubs soothing circles in Jerome's back, while using the thumb of her other hand she strokes his hand while it is in her own.

But, then she saw that he was not crying. Jerome was grinning evilly, and snorted out a loud laugh. Quinn stopped rubbing his back as she looked at him starting to feel nervous.

"My mother was a cold-hearted whore who never loved anyone," Jerome says in a raspy voice, "And she never touched a pathetic old creep like you."

Quinn lets go of Jerome's back and tries pulling her hand away from his, he's scaring her. But, he tightens his grip, so Quinn stays in place. For the first time in forever, Quinn was feeling afraid of Jerome. She was also thinking that if this was all a TV show scary music would be playing right now.

"All those years, do you think I was kind to you because I was a good man? If I wasn't your father, would I ever help you after what you did?" Mr. Cicero gritted his teeth.

Quinn clasped a hand over her mouth. Jerome glances at Jim for a moment then back at Mr. Cicero, then he glances at Quinn, with a massive grin on his face. Then, Jerome turns back to Jim Gordon.

"My father. Hmm, I'll be dammed. That's very funny," he laughs hysterically and pretends to play a drum, "Looks like the bi*ch got me with the zinger in the end."

"Why did you kill your mother, Jerome?" Jim pushes on.

"Oh, you know how mothers are," Jerome said, waving his hand as if he was talking about the weather, "she just kept pushing," he growls, "and I'm like fine mom, be a whore. Be a drunken whore even. But don't be a nagging drunken whore." Jerome smiles evilly, "Y'know? Don't come yell at me to do the dishes if you've been banging a clown in the next room!" Jerome then lets go of Quinn's hand, and smashes his fists against the table, "Y'know?" Jerome continues laughing insanely.

Quinn starts backing her chair away slowly, trying to ignore Jerome's insane laugh as her head started spinning out of control. Quinn then gets up to leave, a look of pure shock and disbelief still on her face. Suddenly Jerome grabs Quinn's arm, pushing himself up from his chair.

"Hey!" Jim yells trying to stop him.

Jerome holds Quinn against the wall. Their faces almost touching each other's.

"I'll see you soon, dollface!" Jerome chuckles in her ear.