"Lights out Mr. Mayor!" Jerome exclaimed as he unfastened the mayor's tie from his suit and secured it around his head, leaving him blinded to the two figures standing in front of him.
"He looks so pale, I almost feel bad for him." you giggled as you got the duct tape out, but before you could smack it on, the mayor yelled out, "You don't have to do this! I'll do whatever you want! I'll literally do anything!"
Theo gave out the order that it was finally time to get rid of the mayor after holding him captive for several days, he was taking up space and bringing down the mood with his pesky begging.
"Now that's a tempting offer but as far as we're concerned, you don't have anything that we want. Well, except your life of course." Jerome cackled as the helpless man squirmed in his position, he was restrained in a chair with his waist and ankles strapped down with black belts.
"I said I would disappear just like he asked! I always keep my promises. You don't have to listen to him, don't you know that he's just using both of you?" he blurted out in a gruff manner, his voice shaking occasionally from fear, "He's making you two do this because he doesn't want to get blood on his hands, you're just pawns in his game! If you do as he says, he wins." his face heating up as he spoke, he was overwhelmingly desperate.
"Look hotshot, you're starting to get on my nerves. Stop trying to bargain your way out of this, you've always been a shitty mayor. No more offers, just accept your fate and maybe we'll go easy on you." you leaned close and as you were about to apply the tape on his big mouth, he called out, "You're both going to rot in hell for this! You deserve a slow and painful death and that day will co–"
You cut him off because his malicious words infuriated you, he was egging you on and that wasn't a smart decision considering the circumstances for him. You forced the tape down on his mouth harshly as Jerome watched with an amused face.
"You don't want to make her angry, she's not as nice as she looks." he said with a chuckle and then added, "Well when you raise hell, it's no surprise if that's where you end up."
"Harsh last words, and to think I was going to play nice and keep things simple with you." you hissed at him as he writhed in the chair.
"Oh let's be honest Y/N, you've been nothing but nice as of late ever since that unfortunate accident." he poked at your arm and you turned your head to him, looking at him with a frown.
"That changes today, I'm growing bored. Looks like I'll be getting back into the swing of things starting with you." you grabbed your butterfly knife and plunged it in his stomach. He yelped as it sliced him and the blood gushed through his clothes.
"Ooh, now that's going to sting a bit. You shouldn't have pushed her buttons, probably should have warned you about that beforehand." he chuckled as you stabbed him again in his stomach. His shrieks were muffled and his body shook, making the chair rattle against the floorboards.
"Let this serve as a warning to you, not to run your mouth to a girl that has this." you jabbed the knife into his ribs and then pulled it back out abruptly, a grimace distorted his whole face.
"Hey give me a turn, don't be unfair." he laughed as he snatched the blade from you, prodding it at his side. The blood came pouring out, soaking through his clothing and dripping onto the floor. He was breathing heavily and the sound of his cries were piercing.
"He's making a mess on the floor, I am not cleaning that up." you whined when you glanced down at the drops of blood beneath his chair.
"We won't have to, we can just make one of our lackeys do it." he said with a loud chuckle, stabbing him in the shoulder next. You took it back from him after he had his go at it a couple of times and you dug it back into his stomach, which was his cue to scream in agony.
"He's a tough cookie, he's lasting longer than I thought." you said with a look of distaste. Jerome looked back at you with suggestive eyes and a broad grin. He stepped closer to you, facing you now, and he grasped your wrist tightly in his hand. His eyes lingering from the bottom to the top of you. You could practically feel them staring into your soul as he traveled to your face and his warm breath caressed your lips as he leaned closer, his nose brushing against yours. A tingle ran through your body as his lips crashed against yours. The kiss was insistent and rough, you found yourself getting lost in it within a matter of seconds. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the sensation of his tongue lightly gliding across and between her slightly parted lips. There was an edge of urgency about his kiss, a hunger that might suddenly rage out of control, yet strangely tender and sensuous. You felt saliva gathering behind her teeth and trickling from the corner of her mouth as he moved his lips over and round your mouth, tender firm kisses working from the corners, slowly but deliberately nibbling at you, tasting your lip gloss and your softness. You couldn't help but giggle as you kissed him again and again. Jerome slowly freed his grip from your wrist and when the mayor let out a sharp cry, you didn't hesitant to shove the blade into his arm.
"He's so impolite, can't you see we're having a moment? If you could be quiet for us, we'd really appreciate it." he laughed before pressing his lips against yours once again, longer this time. Each kiss harder and more intense than the last. He ran his hands over your face and through your hair, and then worked his way downwards. You felt a shiver run down your spine as he slipped his hands underneath your blouse and scattered his fingers all over your back. Your whole attention was so engrossed in the taste of his lips and his tongue and his enthralling scent that he was able to seize the knife from your hand. He slashed the mayor's throat with one quick swipe which resulted in his head drooping.
"Hey! That was my kill, and I was going to but you–" Jerome snickered and cut you off, "Distracted you?" he guessed with a wide and mischievous smirk. "What did I say about getting distracted Y/N?"
You bit your lower lip and tapped your foot against the floor, looking back at him with a sad face. "You can be such an ass sometimes, Jerome." you complained with a short chuckle.
"Ah, now that's not fair. You see, I need you at your best for the gala. Don't let anything get in the way of the objective. Makes you look weak, and I know you're not but you can't seem like it even for a second." he retraced his steps towards you with the knife still in his hands, his voice was raspy and intensely cold, you found yourself paying close attention to every word. "Keep your eyes on the prize and the prize only. It's the best way to make sure things get done. Now promise me, you'll do as I say." he lifted his other hand and brushed his fingers against your left arm, looking into your eyes as he touched it. You winced when he did and he pulled back.
"I'll make sure I kill every last one of those bastards and empty that police department because they did that to you." he said in a sinister tone and you smiled slightly.
"It's hurting less every day, and next time you crash there, you have to take me with you." you uttered softly. "And you're right, I won't let myself get distracted anymore. I'll be better, promise."
"Good. Now smile for me, gorgeous. That frown doesn't suit you." he grinned, stealing a quick kiss from your lips.
"Bravo! Bravo!" Theo applauded as he entered the room and Tabitha followed him at his side with her usual poker-face. You both turned your heads to the sound of his loud clapping.
"Did you enjoy the show?" Jerome raised an eyebrow with a smug beam on his face.
"Of course. That was brilliant. Tabitha, could you please get rid of the body?" he asked and Tabitha walked over, putting her gloves on and untying him from the chair.
"You two never fail to impress me." he chuckled lightly. Jerome was standing next to you, smiling widely. "You're cleaning up admirably and you've both proven to be exceptionally reliable. I know I can count on you when I need it." he kept his eyes on both of you before saying, 'But there's something we must discuss."
"What is it?" you tilted your head curiously.
"GCPD has been all over the breakout at Arkham case, they're trying to piece together who was behind it. So we need to find a culprit, someone who will take the fall for us." he explained calmly, looking at you both expectantly.
Jerome rubbed the bottom of his chin with his hand, deep in thought. He looked like he hatched an idea within a matter of moments. He was always a quick thinker and you weren't sure if there was anything he couldn't do.
"Oh! I know exactly who we can pin it on." Jerome turned to look at you, pulling you closer to him by the shoulder. "We'll handle it, put your mind at ease."
"Wonderful. I knew you'd have a trick up your sleeve." he winked and then added, "Are you both ready for your big night? Everyone is looking forward to seeing you. I heard Bruce Wayne will be attending." he said, with a look of amusement.
"Of course we are!" you both said, almost in unison.
"Bruce Wayne huh? We'll make sure he has a grand time." Jerome approved with a devilish twinkle in his eye.
"Make me proud." Theo said before leaving with Tabitha so you were left alone with Jerome and you didn't waste any time asking him about his plan.
"So who's our perp?" you raised an eyebrow, waiting for his answer.
"That good for nothing fortune teller who's apparently my dad. I'm certain of his whereabouts. We'd have to plant some evidence at his place to make it seem like he orchestrated it, easy peasy." he explained simply, speaking of the matter so casually.
"Gotcha. It's been a while since we've seen him. Hopefully he's where you think he is. I'm sure he's heard all about what we've been up to lately, wouldn't be surprised if he took off." you said with a small chuckle.
"He'll be there, see I can be a little psychic too. And when we get there, we won't be just framing him for the breakout, I'm gonna have to kill him too. We'll be killing two birds with one stone." he laughed as he gesticulated with his hands.
"Ha I love it! You're so clever, Jerome." you giggled as you pressed your body against his, with your hand placed on his chest.
"I just have a knack for killing the elderly, it's surprisingly vitalizing." he burst out laughing.
"They should consider it a favor, we are allowing them to rest easy." you leaned in to give him a soft kiss before you two left.
You followed Jerome's lead and he brought you to his father's apartment. You took out a bent bobby pin when you reached the door and picked the lock with it until you gained access to the building. It was a good thing you always came prepared. You stepped into a dark and soundless room, it didn't feel like anyone was home but you bothered looking around the place anyway.
You searched through the other rooms as Jerome planted the evidence that framed his father. You didn't find much of anything in particular, it was quite empty, but a photo frame on the desk caught your eye. You picked it up, the picture was of Jerome with his father, Paul. Jerome was actually smiling, they both looked delighted so you couldn't help but smile yourself. The expression on your face was short lived though when you remembered how he was mistreated, ever since he was a little boy and you suddenly felt livid. You slammed the photo frame against the desk, breaking it in the process. When you looked back up, you saw Jerome standing by the door frame, smiling as always.
"We're not here to break his stuff, he won't be using any of it after he's dead." he laughed and then quickly continued, "No need to be so hostile towards the furniture."
You responded with a light chuckle. You heard the door open unexpectedly which caught you a little off guard. Jerome's smiled broadened at the sound of it.
"Looks like the man of the hour is here." he remarked with a sly grin. He motioned his head over to the other room and you instantly followed him. You walked up quietly behind Paul and he immediately sensed that someone was near him.
"Who's there?" he questioned, his voice distraught. You grabbed onto the scarf around his neck and yanked him by it, keeping it pressed against his skin to strangle him. He yelped in surprise and shook in his stance as Jerome crept up behind him. "What do you want?" he coughed, barely managing to get the words out.
"We won't be here long, just stopping by. It's been a while, Pops. Sorry if you didn't see us coming." he emphasized the word 'see' and cackled at the pun he just made. You laughed with him, he was always such a joker. "Y/N, don't end his pathetic life just yet. It would be rude not to let him predict the future one last time."
You pulled the scarf away from his neck swiftly and shoved him into the nearest chair, tying his waist with the scarf to it. You made sure it was tight enough but you knew he wouldn't be able to escape this ordeal even if he tried. Jerome took a seat in front of him when you finished, while you stood by his side to watch it all go down. You didn't think it was your place to speak unless spoken to, because this was going to be Jerome's last moments with his father.
"It's been a while, did you miss us?" he asked, his eyebrows raising and he continued, "I know you're wondering why we're here so I'll keep things short and simple for you."
"You two don't have to do this." his voice was shaking slightly as he spoke.
He thought to himself for a moment before answering, "Hm no sadly, we don't really have much of a choice. Hey Pops, remember that time when you told me that this world didn't give a shit about me? Looks like you were wrong. Your predictions aren't always on point." he said with a mischievous grin. "I think that applies to you, you're the one no one gives a shit about anymore."
"Jerome, this is not the path you want to lead. Bringing about chaos for the sake of chaos and sucking her info this life with you, your hubris will be your downfall." Paul said in a husky tone, attempting to get the words out as fast as he could.
"Oh don't you worry about her, she's versatile so she adjusted quickly." he turned to look back at you, that grin seemingly never leaving his face, and you smiled at his comment. He stood up suddenly and stepped over to his father, bringing a knife out that was tight in his hand. "I'll give you a quick update before I kill you. There's this guy, who recognizes how big of a star I can be. Something you were never able to register in that pea sized brain of yours. Tonight, all of Gotham will see it and maybe you'll get a live telecast too if they have one wherever you are, after this." he jested mockingly, his eyes full of mischief.
"Jerome, you—" Jerome interjected before he could finish. "Yada, yada, yada. Don't you start with me about how you wish things could have been different and make up a dramatic apology. I'm here for one reason only, well actually two. I was just about to get there until you rudely interrupted." he bent down to meet his eye level, his voice was guttural and menacing. He brought the knife inches away from his father's face.
"I admit that I was an awful father, I should have been better and if I could go back I would but don't kill me for those mistakes." he pleaded softly, his voice trembling at times.
Jerome was in a sudden fit of laughter, like the poor man's expression of regrets was the funniest thing.
"How sweet of you! But that's not why I'm going to kill you, allow me to elaborate." he walked back to the table and set his knife on it so he could display the evidence to his father, "Here's the map on how to get to Arkham Asylum!" he threw the map across the room, bringing out a stack of letters next, "I found this one to be a nice touch. Letters written in braille between you and your problematic son, it might seem harmless at first but once the police read it they'll find out that you're the one who planned my escape!" he chuckled as he continued and then picked up the can of sleeping gas for demonstration, "Oh and then here's the knockout gas you used to well you know, knock us out."
Paul shook a little in his chair but there wasn't much fight in him, he knew what was about to happen was inevitable the moment you two showed up.
"I think you know where I'm going with this. The guy whose name I can't speak of, he's the who one broke us out. He needs that to stay hush hush. So once the police find these pieces of evidence, they'll think that you were the one behind it. That's when the waterworks will arrive, everyone is going to feel sympathetic for the poor old geezer who loved his son." he said mockingly, feigning a desolated tone.
"They are not going to believe that ruse, they'll find out what you did to me." Paul hissed, his voice low but jarring.
"Cops are pretty dumb so I'm more than sure they will." he said with a smile, brushing off what his father said like it wasn't a problem. "You know, it's too bad that you're going to miss our big night Pops, it's going to be a blast. Everyone in the room will be sure to have as much fun as me and Y/N." he picked up his knife again and walked back to his father. "So how about one last prophecy huh? I think we have time for that, don't we Y/N?" he turned to look at you and you nodded in agreement.
"We are not going to lend you our palms though." you added with a soft giggle.
"You two won't end up behind bars, soon enough you'll both lie in a ditch somewhere, without anyone giving a damn as the worms feed on your remains."
You glowered when you heard him say that while Jerome cackled, always unable to contain his laughter. "That wasn't very nice, such a shame that I was growing to like you after you helped us get rid of Lila." you said in disapproval.
"Wow, that's a good one. Well that's it, show's over. Time to say goodnight. Oh and one more thing, maybe say hello to Mom for me, or not." he shrugged without a care and he raised his knife, literally seconds away from stabbing Paul until there was a loud knock on the door. Jerome instantly covered his father's mouth with a hand and hushed him with his finger in front of his lips. Your head turned towards the door instantly, you knew they were going to come through that door any second so you had to think up a ploy. You rushed to the window to open it up all the way, letting the cold wind come in.
"GCPD!" Jim yelled out urgently. "Mr. Cicero, it's Detective Gordon, there's something we need to speak to you about."
Jerome placed the can of sleeping gas in his father's hand, keeping it balanced on his leg, just before sticking the knife deep into his eye. Paul immediately released a sharp cry which was your cue to run out of the room with Jerome. He grabbed your hand and giggled, "Oh just wait until they get a load of that!"
Momentarily, Jim Gordon came through the door, dragging his partner Harvey Bullock out of the room but he quickly lost his balance and fell to the ground due to the sleeping gas surprise. He rested his head against the wall, you laughed when you saw him and Jerome knelt down to get a clear look at his fatigued face, snatching the gun from his police duty belt.
"How is that gas treating you? Sure packs a punch huh?" he chuckled, lightly patting Jim's face with his hand. Jim suddenly regained consciousness and grabbed Jerome, his hands tight around his throat, squeezing it.
"You murdered Sarah, I'm not going to let you get away with that, even if it means that I have to kill you!" he hissed as his hands gripped tighter around his neck, you didn't waste any time yanking Jim back to the ground and then you kicked him in his face with full force which knocked him out right away.
"Hey! I thought you said that we were going to kill Sarah Essen together!" you complained, a disappointed pout on your face.
Jerome coughed, he held onto the gun and pointed it to Jim's head, he was just about to fire until you intervened.
"Don't kill him, I want his fellow police officers to come rescue him and see him all pathetic like this. Besides he's fun to play with." you looked down at him and kicked him one more time to ensure that he would stay put.
"That's pretty cruel don't you think?" he asked with a grin, chuckling loudly.
"Maybe a little." he stretched his hand out for you to grab and you swiftly took it in yours.
"We need to get going gorgeous, we have an audience to entertain!" he cheered, gripping your hand firmly and skipping out the door with you. You two abandoned the bodies in the house, leaving them behind you.