Looking for A Thrill

by Aquariuspower

Jerome and Jeremiah Valeska, the infamous twins criminal of Gotham, will never cease to have a fascination for Bruce Wayne. And Bruce will certainly not let them intimidate him or the city easily. One night, as Bruce goes through the streets at night, someone starts following him. Sexual Tension, violence! Maybe a future serie of ficlets centered arond Jerome, Jeremiah and Bruce.

2. I Get Off

Chapter 2

Hi everyone! Considering I got some positive reviews, I decided to add a little something. There should be other chapters, and then I'll make other fics, still centered around the idea of Jeremiah and Jerome getting along and being obsessed with Bruce.

Yesterday night had been full of discovery. Not only he knew a place where the twins would hang around, he also knew they were preparing something big. And Jerome was attracted to him. He already knew Jeremiah was, but he had never been really sure about his twin. After last night, he was sure of it: both brothers wanted him.

Bruce was fifteen when he fully understood he wasn't only attracted to girls. He had asked himself questions, and understood he was actually bisexual after some struggles and a few harmless experiences. He kissed a girl in his school to be sure he was still attracted to them, that it wasn't something only Selina could make him feel. And he had been confirmed he liked girls, he really liked them. But he had also kissed a boy of his school, one who wasn't scared to admit his sexuality. He had tried to go further but Bruce refused and stopped any relationship that could have ensued. He had enjoyed kissing him, but he didn't want him as a boyfriend. Anyway, it wasn't that guy who made that questioning happen.

Jeremiah Valeska. This was the guy who made him question his sexuality and understand what he really wanted.

He had met the nerdy boy some times after Jerome Valeska took him hostage. It was at the police station. Jerome having escaped after killing Theo Galavan, Jeremiah had been interrogated once again to know whether or not he had seen his brother, if he knew of his plans, etc. Bruce was only thirteen, then, and at first, he only had a cordial exchange with Jeremiah, but their friendship deepened, when Jerome continued to pursue them. At the time, it seemed like both Jeremiah and he were his obsession. He didn't know back then, how much Jeremiah played him.

When he thought about it, it was one of the things that made him feel angry, Jeremiah had made him realize something important, and in the end, that important guy had been nothing but a liar and a manipulator. Yet with time, he had understood that not everything was a lie.

He was home, thinking of what happened last night, that tension, between him and the twins, he knew it was real. And somehow, using it felt like a sweet revenge, especially with Jeremiah. Nothing happened between them in the past, Bruce being a bit too shy. It was good, not only because it spared him regrets but also because that would make the redhead's frustration even bigger.

"There is a message for you," Alfred announced.

Bruce looked at it with curiosity. It wasn't a letter but a simple folded paper. It was noon and they were about to have lunch. He took it and was pretty surprised to see it came from Selina. If he wanted to tell him something, why didn't she just come? He read the message:

I wanted to see you, but you weren't around. Find me, I need to speak to you, I'll be in the Narrows, Perkin's Alley.

Selina.

Something seemed off to him. Maybe she came while he was with the twins, that was possible. He would check out, but be careful as well. While he trusted Selina there was also something weird. He prepared himself to go to the Narrows, with time, he had learned, what to wear or not to wear according to where he would go. He had clothes which were cheap enough to make him look like any regular kid; he could even look like a kid from the streets. He put no hair gel and messed up his hair a bit as well.

One of the many things he had learned hanging around in the street: people would see what they expected to see. When he was dressing like a street kid, they would see exactly that. They wouldn't see Bruce Wayne. And anyway, most of the people in the streets wouldn't bother about knowing rich people's faces. Jerome and Jeremiah would always recognize him, though.

He also had something new, something quite simple he confectioned: a chain which looked like a simple rock-fashion thing, but had a little particularity: it was attached thanks to little magnets clipped to his jeans, and could be taken off with a simple, swift gesture. It could become handy when he would fight.

When he finally found the alley, he looked around and saw no one. Did he go to the wrong place?

"Selina?" No answer. He called again: "Selina?"

Sighing, he wondered where she would come from. Probably the roof, walking normally on the ground seemed like a chore to her sometimes. Then, Bruce saw two guys coming into the alley, one was very big guy and reached him before his companion. He looked behind and saw two girls advancing toward him as well. He immediately realized this was a trap, they were blocking the exits. Actually, there was still the fire escape…And the alley was narrow, it would be hard for them to attack him all at once. They were four.

"So, here he is, our little gift," the big guy laughed.

He lunged at him and Bruce swiftly took off the chain and whipped the guy's throat with it. A chocked sound came out of him. Bruce kicked him in the face before punching him in the plexus. The guy bent over but threw his arm in Bruce's chest, pushing him away hard. Bruce lunged at him but was suddenly caught by behind. The others had caught up on them. Immediately, Bruce sent his skull back violently, hitting his opponent in the nose. It wasn't hard enough though.

He received a big punch in the stomach, he kicked and someone tried to get hold of his leg. He violently kicked them in the stomach and sent his chain behind his shoulder, where the other's face was, and this time, he heard a cry of pain as the hold lessened. He tore himself away from their grasp and headbutted his captor hard, and sent his elbow right into the closest face he saw. He received a punch in the ribs, and was kicked against a wall. He only had time to kick the next attacker in the stomach and spun his wrist to make the chain roll around his fist. The chain was now like a brass knuckle.

His next punch made his attacker spit blood. He kicked another one and punched them in the face as well. One of the girls suddenly took out a knife but before Bruce could do anything, the big guy hit her in the face: "No knife, we need him alive!"

Bruce took the occasion: he punched him in the jaw with his chain-fist. The violence of the blow made the guy stumble. The girl went to attack and he elbowed her right in the face before kicking her away. Her head it the wall, knocking her off. One down.

The big guy punched him suddenly and kicked him, making Bruce almost loose balance; he dodged the next blow though and punched his plexus once more. Bruce went to attack once more before being grabbed again by behind, someone twisting his arm by behind. He pushed the wall before him with his leg as strongly as he could, forcing his adversary to back away with him. The attacker hit the wall and Bruce slammed his body back once more.

"Stop struggling, you…"

He sent his skull back again, making the person shut up before slamming them against the wall once more. The second girl went to hit him but Bruce kicked her, crashing his captor back again at the same time. His hold finally weakened and Bruce violently swirled, taking the guy off balance and freeing himself. He dodged another attack but received a kick in the side from the same girl. The guy previously holding him also tried to punch but Bruce dodged and elbowed him in the face. He punched the guy right in the kidney, making him bend over and kicked him between the ribs. Bruce grabbed his collar and pushed him violently against the girl who was going for him again. She lost balance and Bruce slapped her throat before punching her in the face. It was enough.

Those three were down now. The big guy was getting back on his feet, looking furious.

"You…"

Bruce knew he had to hit him again in the jaw, throat and plexus, those parts were already sore from the previous blows. He had to cut off his breath. He dodged the next attacks, letting the guy spend his energy, and took a couple of deep breath. He threw a hook in the man's jaw again, before slapping his throat and kicking the plexus once more. The air left the guy's lungs, and he started to cough and gasp for air and Bruce punched and kicked again, leaving him no time to regain his breath, almost smothering him. As the guy was bending over, Bruce axe-kicked him, hitting his head and upper back, and the guy finally fell on the ground.

Bruce regained his breath and looked at them. He saw the knife on the ground, the one which a girl wanted to use. He grabbed and went to the big guy again. He wasn't completely unconscious. Bruce made him roll on his back crouched at his side and put the knife right under his throat. Of course he wouldn't kill him, but that would remind him he shouldn't try anything.

"What the hell was that about?"

The man coughed: "We…We wanted to…To impress them."

"Who?" He knew the answer already.

"The Valeska twins…We wanted to…Gain their favor." He coughed again. "We know they want you. We didn't want to kill you, you were a gift for them…"

"And you decided to take me away like that to...Offer me to the twins?"

"Last night, we saw you. The others in the club didn't recognize you, but we did. We…Saw they wanted to keep you…We heard you like that Kyle thief. So we used that."

Of course...He looked at the guy with hatred: "You wanted to hand me as a gift? You'll see what kind of gift I am!"

He punched him with his iron fist hard, making him pass out. He wasn't so surprised. Something a bit like that had happened in the past already: a bunch of their followers had captured him along with Jeremiah (although Jeremiah was faking it), and had brought him to Jerome who decided to tie him to Gotham's clock-tower and make him blow up along with it. It had been a big surprise for the redhead when he had managed to undo his bonds and open up the way for Jim Gordon and the bomb squad.

He walked away and knew one thing: he would definitely return to the club. If the twins wanted him so badly that their followers would go to such lengths, then…Then he had something to manipulate them.

He thought of returning to the underground club. He hadn't told the police where they were, they would find another place anyway, he knew how bad the GCPD was at keeping criminals. But if he allowed them to stay where they were, then it meant he would know where to find them whenever he would need to spy or try something. It could be a trail to lead to their real lair.

That's when it hit him. Maybe he should have let those guys capture him! Maybe he would have been led to their crib? But well, that wasn't certain. Maybe they would have met the twins in the club or in another place. No, that would have been too unsure. He had to discover that by himself.

Night was falling when he returned to where the club was and decided to squat the surroundings, the rooftops especially. He had to memorize everything, the best ways to circulate above the ground, the different establishment and all. He had built himself some memory palace, and knew by heart a lot of places in different parts of Gotham. If the twins would come in a regular way into the club, their lair was probably around. He didn't see them come in, maybe there was another entrance? It didn't seem so, he hadn't seen one. Maybe they were already in? Maybe they weren't in here tonight? Well, the best way was to see for himself.

When he came into the club, he drew no attention from the crowd; people only noticed his clothing was sparser and simpler than everyone else's. Soon enough, someone spotted him. Jeremiah was here, talking with some of the guys who would work with him on their projects. When he saw Bruce in here, he wanted nothing but cut their conversation short.

The teen saw him as well, but didn't go to him immediately. A few people were already ogling him, one guy in particular, a teen as well. Bruce raised his chin and walked toward him, slowly taking off his leather jacket and putting it on the nearest chair, his eyes never leaving the guy. The teen seemed turned on by Bruce's behavior, and weirdly, the fact he was able to make a stranger feel like this was kinda exciting. He started to dance with the guy, actually enjoying this quite a bit, even though he never stopped thinking about his mission. In fact, this was the first step to accomplish what he wanted.

From the counter, Jeremiah watched them.

Bruce Wayne…tall and lean, raven hair and that face…Not perfect, but still handsome, ravishing even. Something in the expression of his eyes was especially endearing...His appearance was attractive but this inner darkness in him was what really made him irresistible, as long as that dangerous strength. It would make Jeremiah yearn for him violently. Jerome craved it too, he knew. He was dancing with some other kids of his age, wearing a black Metal-style shirt, dark jeans and God was he gorgeous like that! He kept looking at him and Bruce's gaze fell on him. His smile faltered and his expression darkened. He continued to dance for a bit with the other guy, though, and Jeremiah wondered what the hell he was doing, yet he couldn't help but continue to look at him. He realized it had been a while since he had seen Bruce dancing, since he had seen him being a bit wild. It was a beautiful sight, and yet…Jealousy stirred him, there was something electric between him and the guy. It was only some stupid twink, Jeremiah wanted to rip him apart. Maybe he would.

Before Jeremiah went to actually stab the guy in the middle of the floor, Bruce stopped and turned away from the dancer who looked so disappointed it could have been funny. He advanced toward Jeremiah slowly, and the redhead allowed him to come, wondering what he was going to do. He held himself from gripping the boy when he was close. He had to look collected, even if he wasn't. His mouth was dry, and a weird shiver ran through him. But now, that wasn't new with Bruce.

"Still lurking around?" The boy insolently asked.

"We owe that place. You're the one who came lurking around, Bruce." He leaned back a little against the counter, inviting him to lean toward him. Bruce took a little step back instead. Jeremiah couldn't help but tighten his jaw at this. The boy gave a smug grin.

"Doesn't seem like it bothers you."

Hell, he just had to lean forward a bit and he could grab him! He didn't want him to take any further distance. But no, he knew what Bruce was trying to do. "Luckily for you. I could have you killed otherwise."

At this, the young boy approached closely, until their bodies were merely an inch apart. He tilted his head slightly, and for a second, Jeremiah thought he was about to kiss him.

"You have no wish to kill me. And you know it," Bruce murmured.

Damn! That kid knew how to play with him! He would have given up if it wasn't for his damn pride. With that, Bruce backed away but Jeremiah grabbed his arm. "Where do you think you're going? You think you can leave like that?"

"You speak like your brother sometimes. Especially when you're turned on."

Jeremiah took a shaky breath, nodded a bit and licked his lips. "You turn me on indeed. Now, let me ask you something: how do you think this will end? You're here, turning on a guy who happens to be a dangerous criminal. That seems like a stupid thing to do. In fact, some could call you naïve to think this could have a safe issue."

Bruce's face changed a little and a bit of wariness passed through his eyes until he took hold of himself. "I'm not here to play safe. You know that had never been my thing. But there was something I had to ask: did you know some of your followers wanted to kidnap me?"

"What?" He seemed genuinely confused at this.

"They basically wanted to impress you by handing me as a gift to you and your brother."

A creepy grin appeared on Jeremiah's face: "And how is it you're not here tied up and gagged." The idea was enticing the redhead.

"Try to guess."

Jeremiah giggled and was about to say something when his attention was drawn by something else behind the teen. Bruce turned round to see Jerome advancing toward them. The young man swirled round in a swift dance move, hugely smirking at the sight of them.

"Ah, but what a nice surprise! I didn't hope to see our little stray back so soon!" With that he ran the tip of his fingers over the boy's neck but Bruce swatted his hand away. Jerome giggled at this, very much like Jeremiah did earlier. "My, my, you do look nice dressed like that. A bit too dark, maybe."

"Don't expect me to wear one of your flashy outfits."

"Nah, dark colors fit you much better."

"I think Bruce came back for more fun," Jeremiah pointed out, "I might have an idea for that."

"What do you propose?"

"Truth or Dare? And remember: each time you lie, I'll know it. The one who'll lie or fail at his dares will take a drink. If he wins, the two other will take a vodka shot."

"Fine. But remember, if you try to fool me, I'll know as well." Bruce knew it was risky, but it was an occasion to learn more. Strangely, he knew the twins could actually play along for real. Because it was all a game to them, and a game you couldn't lose had no edge, no thrill. None of them were fooling themselves: the twins knew what Bruce was doing, and Bruce knew they were aware of it.

They ordered a bottle of Vodka and from the barman who replacing Jeri while she was singing on stage. Three empty glasses were served along and Jerome filled those already.

"Since I came up with the idea, I'll take the first turn: Bruce, truth or dare?" Asked Jeremiah

"Dare."

"Oh, that's a risky one! Fine…Something smooth for now…Or not. Try to beat down Barney."

"Not bad, bro."

"Barney?"

It was a guy who was here almost every night, and one of the rooms was almost reserved for him and the entertainment/challenge he proposed. He was a tall and very muscular guy, a boxer, and he was challenging anyone to beat him, anyone who could that in less than two minutes would be offered free drinks for the rest of the evening. A lot of bets would revolve around that, and a lot would try. When Bruce entered, Barney was just finishing to beat a guy off. He was indeed tall, with broad shoulders and abs. A lot of grown men would have looked small in comparison. Bruce knew how to beat a bigger guy. He wouldn't outlast him as Alfred taught him, though.

"Weapons are allowed?"

"No guns or blades. Knuckles you can, if you got some. But let me tell you that it won't bother him much."

The boy didn't answer, he didn't have knuckles, but that would be a good occasion to test that little chain he got in a real fight.. When Bruce announced he would be next for the challenge, some people laughed, especially Barney, but he presented himself anyway.

"Well, sorry kid, but you asked for it!"

Barney tried to punch him twice but Bruce dodged and swiftly undid his chain. He sent it in Barney's face, making him yelp in surprise. Bruce made the chain roll around his fist and punched him in the ribs.

He would need to do more than that though. He dodged two other blows but took a punch in the guts. Bending over, he just had the time to jump aside not to get attacked again. He elbowed Barney in the jaw and kicked his side. The man lunged at him and grabbed Bruce's arm. He was about to twit it, but the teen reacted first. With his free arm, he sent a quick blow to Barney's throat. Precise and quick.

The man chocked and bent over slightly. That was enough for Bruce to free his arm and slap both his ears as hard as possible. The big pile of muscles started to fall and one hard kick in the face was all it took to send him down on the ground. Everyone was baffled except for the twins and one guy yelled joyfully. He was the only one who bet on Bruce's victory, pretty sure there was a trick. Bruce just smiled in satisfaction, he couldn't help it, the sight of everyone's face was actually a contenting sight. The guy who bet on him thanked him three times in a row.

"Alright, that was pretty impressive," Jerome admitted while taking his first shot of Vodka along with his brother.

"Especially designed to be taken off quickly…" Jeremiah observed while Bruce was putting the chain back on its magnets. "Simple but efficient."

"Jeremiah, truth or dare?" Asked Bruce

"Truth."

"What is it you're working on?"

"Ha, straight to the matter! A new virus."

Jerome and Bruce both took a shot. "Informatic virus or an actual disease?"

"Only one question, Bruce. Now, Jerome, Truth or Dare?"

"For you, brother, I'll choose truth."

Jeremiah didn't hesitate: "Where did you hide my new book?"

"In the freezer. Now, Bruce…"

"You seriously hid his book in the freezer?" This was stupid, but Bruce couldn't help asking.

"Yes, he wouldn't look in there! Now, truth or dare?"

"Dare." Jerome smirked, he had hoped Bruce would ask for that; he leaned a bit closer: "Kiss another guy. One who would be willing, and not a small kiss, a real French kiss."

"Seriously, it's like you're reading my mind, Jerome," Jeremiah declared.

Bruce had a little smile: "Okay." They probably thought that he would be very hesitant, blushing and scared to do such a thing. And they might have imagined he would kiss one of them, not daring to go on the dance floor. Well, they were wrong, in fact, he wondered how it would feel to tease them like this.

He walked to the crowd. The dude he had been dancing with was still here, and he took a new look at Bruce when he approached. The teen walked to him, looking straight at the stranger. With a seductive little smile, Bruce came at his level and started to move slowly along with him, and didn't wait before putting his hands on his hips. The boy smiled delightfully and they leaned closer; the boy embraced Bruce who started to feel really aroused. That guy didn't look bad at all, and the sexual tension was making him forget his problems a bit, he could just focus on what he wanted. He didn't wait and took the next step. He kissed him greedily, and the two embraced each other tightly. Bruce gripped his hair, holding his head in place while the boy put his hand on Bruce's lower back, grinding very slightly against his body.

Bruce broke the kiss and left him, even though the boy tried to hold him back. He went back to the brothers with a smug smile. They both seemed like they enjoyed it, but he guessed they were disappointed as well, because he chose someone else. They both drank vodka silently.

"Truth or dare?" Asked the boy to Jeremiah, turning his back to Jerome in the process.

"Truth."

"What kind of virus are you working on?"

"A biologic one. I will stop playing if you don't make Jerome play a bit more, though."

"That's kind of you to think of me, Miah!"

"Twins should always share. You know, Bruce, we are really used to share, it doesn't bother us at all."

The boy snorted and drank his shot. "I know. Your turn to play, Jeremiah."

The twin stopped looking at him and looked at Jerome who was still behind Bruce.

"Truth or dare, bro?"

"Dare; truth is quickly boring to me."

"Okay…Go on stage and sing something to us!"

This made Jerome laugh. Jeremiah had learned to loosen up over the years! This made Bruce sigh, he wondered whether or not the twins were trying patience. He was here for answers and they knew it. Or maybe they just didn't care and wanted to have fun. He felt Jeremiah's hand over his shoulder. The redhead leaned toward him and spoke in his ear.

"You know he can actually sing very well. Have you ever heard him sing? You must know it's all for you. He doesn't really care about anyone but you and me. And right now, you're the only one he wants to impress."

"He wants to impress everyone, don't try to fool me."

"Please, Bruce, watch the crowd when he gets on stage. His simple presence is enough to make them go cuckoo!"

As Jerome stepped on stage and asked a song to the musicians, the crowd was already cheering, gathering around the stage, while Jerome opened his arms wide, with a huge grin. He was indeed a star among his fans. When he started to sing, they all continued to cheer and started to dance.

You don't know that I know
You watch me every night
And I just can't resist the urge
To stand here in the light
Your greedy eyes upon me
And then I come undone
And I could close the curtain
But this is too much fun

I get off on you
Getting off on me
Give you what you want
But nothing is for free
It's a give and take
Kind of love we make
When the line is crossed
I get off!
I get off…

At this, Bruce couldn't help but shift a bit, and Jeremiah's arm sneaked around his shoulders, gripping him tightly. Jerome was entertaining the whole audience, but Bruce could see his eyes often falling upon him. He knew Jeremiah was right: this was for him. He had to admit it, Jerome had a good voice. Sexual tension grew in the club as Jerome was singing, people who were already clingy were now shamelessly making out, Bruce even saw some hooking up against the walls.

Jerome was dancing while singing, his moves swift and fluid, energic and sensual. Yeah, hadn't he been a criminal, he could have been a fantastic performer.

I get off on you
Getting off on me
Give you what you want
But nothing is for free
It's a give and take
Kind of love we make
When the line is crossed
I get off!

Yeah I get off!

Yeah, I get off!

When Jerome returned to them, he went at Jeremiah's side and looked at Bruce straight in the eyes: "Truth or Dare?"

"Truth."

Jerome seemed disappointed but then grinned: "Are single or do you have someone?"

"Single. Why does my love life interest you?"

"It's obvious why. I want to know if there is a bitch or a twink we should kill. I could have asked for your plans, but we all know you're trying to stop us."

"Well, you got your answer. I'm actually surprised you didn't stalk me again to know that. But then now, you seem to spend your entire day here."

"Oh Brucie, we don't. But don't expect I'll suddenly tell you about every place we visit."

Suddenly, in spite of the alcohol starting to take a toll on him, Bruce realized something. Something important: if he hadn't seen the twin enters, it meant they came in a way he couldn't see from the outside, and maybe, maybe their lair was actually in that very same building. Or at least, it was linked to it in some ways. Now he had to get away from here.

"My turn: Jerome, truth or dare."

"Dare. I'm curious to know what you'll ask me to do."

"Very simple: Start a bar fight."

"Please, that's already done."

Jerome took the closest bottle and smashed it on a guy's head, laughing crazily before yelling: "BAR FIGHT!" The people in here hardly needed more than that. Even more chaos was on as pretty much everyone started to fight. Bruce took that occasion and started to get away when an arm caught him. He punched whoever held him and saw Jeremiah; He punched him again but in the chest and kicked him away toward a group of people who were almost piling on each others. He elbowed, punched and kicked his way out but finally got to the rooftop.

He couldn't help but smile at what just happened. This had been weird…But he got weirder days. Now the next step was simple and complicated as well: finding their lair.

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