[Gotham] Jerome's Little Bad

The house Friz lives in now is small, in a small building about three hundred feet away from Crime Alley, messy and dirty but enough to hide.

It's also not very warm, the cabinet is full of wine, and the curtains in the living room seem to be ashes accumulated for a century, they are thick and heavy, and there is no light at all.Although the bedroom where Fritz slept had only one bed and a small cabinet, it was facing the sun, and the room was dry and tidy.

The original owner was a pervert who made a living by abducting and selling young girls. He originally fell in love with Fritz, a "fat sheep", but unexpectedly, he was the one who was slaughtered.

Jerome pinched Fritz's face, made her put on a smiling expression, and put a scalpel that he conjured up out of nowhere into her mouth, "Hi, Fritz. Why don't you□□ile(Fu Liz, why don't you smile?)

Friz had to raise her head slightly to see his emerald green eyes, which carried a heavy hostility, the part of his face stitched with staples was rough, and a little blood was oozing out.

The cold blade presses against the tip of her tongue and stirs, opening the corner of her mouth a little bit, and there is a fishy sweet smell of rust in her mouth.

"I'm dead..." Jerome let go, threw the scalpel on the bar, turned around and sat on the sofa, patted the dust off his body, "How long?"

"One year (one year)," Fritz stared blankly at him for a while, licked off the blood from the corner of her mouth, and then said slowly, repeating, "Awhole year (one year)."

"Looking at you, nothing seems to have changed." Jerome picked up half of the rotten fruit on the coffee table and threw it out in disgust. You know, that general change."

"What do you want to drink?" Fritz opened the wine cabinet. The wine here is either from some cheap supermarkets or the collection of some dignitary. "Wine, gin or whiskey?"

"Fritz, resurrection, it's not very interesting." Jerome didn't answer, but stood up and walked towards Fritz, "But it's much better than death."

Jerome suddenly grabbed her by the neck and pressed hard against the glass of the wine cabinet. The wine bottle in Fritz's hand exploded on the ground, and the traces of liquid flowing on the wooden floor looked like scattered blood.Jerome bent over Fritz's shoulder, his tone was as affectionate as a lone wolf to his partner, but his movements were as fierce as a poisonous snake.

It was not a quiet and peaceful night, as if Fritz was really going to strangle to death, but the room was so quiet that Fritz's heavy and rapid breathing could be clearly heard.

Jerome stuck to her ear, "My~ dear Fritz, do you want to challenge death

(Honey, want to try the feeling of death?)”

The soft voice and warm breathing made Friz unconsciously turn her face slightly, and then she felt that Jerome exerted more strength, and could even hear the crunching sound of the trachea and bones due to the pressure.

"Another question (change another question)," let go of the girl whose breath had become weak, Fritz coughed while leaning against the wine cabinet with some strength, Jerome had an unchanging evil smile on his face, "How'sitlook (I how does it look)"

"Thesameasbefore. (As usual)." Fritz's voice was hoarse, the smell of blood filled her throat, and there were still tears in her eyes that appeared physiologically due to suffocation.

"Comeon. Fritz, only hypocrites will persist." Jerome looked very disappointed, suddenly grabbed the back of Fritz's neck and pulled her forward, and put his face against her, so close that the other party was invisible to him. Become a phantom.

It looks like they are kissing, their breathing is entangled, so close that even if the room is full of wine, they can smell the smell of gunpowder or blood on the other party's body.

"Are you still insisting?" While speaking, Jerome's lips gently brushed Fritz's cheek, and she could even feel the rough touch of the scar at the corner of his mouth.

"Yes, Ido." As solemn as a wedding oath, Fritz has never been more serious than this moment.

"Ha!" Jerome sneered, "Fritz, everyone can say nice things."

"Butmyansweris...(but my answer is...)."

Before finishing speaking, Jerome completely let go of Fritz, took a few steps back to the entrance, raised his hands halfway and made a gesture of waving, "No."

Jerome opened the door and exited. There was no light in the corridor, and the other half of his face was hidden in the darkness. The dim candlelight in the room fell on his eyes, and he could no longer see the emerald color.

"No!" Fritz's obstructing voice successfully stopped Jerome from closing the door, "No, catsarestupidcreatureswhoonlyinsist. (No, cats are idiots who can only persist)."

"How do you prove it (how to prove it?)" Jerome asked casually, as if no answer could satisfy him.

"I'll be another you, from body to soul. (To be you, from body to soul)." After finishing speaking, Fritz picked up the scalpel on the bar without hesitation, and slashed at her face.

In her nearly 18 years of life, Fritz has experienced a lot of pain, bitten by wild dogs, beaten by children in the asylum, slapped by her adoptive mother and a glass on the head, or gunshot wounds.But nothing can compare to the pain now, the cold sweat left behind slipped into the wound, stinging painfully.

From forehead to cheek to chin, then another half circle.It was different from the state where Jerome's face was cut off. He had been cryogenically frozen. It was easy to cut off his face, but Fritz's face couldn't be torn off at all.That face, which was so beautiful that most women would be jealous, was dripping with blood at the moment, like a ghost guarding the gate of hell.

Fritz's hand trembled slightly, she put the scalpel into her mouth, and slowly drew a smile on one cheek, the arc was very similar to that on Jerome's face. "Now, isI□□iling(Now, am I laughing?)"

The cut wound did not bleed a lot, because most of it flowed into Fritz's mouth, which was full of fishy taste.

Before Friz could fill in the complete smile on the other half of his face, Jerome grabbed Friz's hand and pulled out the scalpel.But he didn't take the knife out of Fritz's mouth, instead he put it close to the corner of the other half of her face, "Shall I add this for you?"

The blood on his forehead dripped into his eyes, Fritz couldn't see Jerome's expression, and his voice didn't reveal any emotion.

But before Friz could answer, Jerome took the knife and threw it into the sink behind the bar, "However, I like asymmetry."

Fritz felt a beast, like a wild dog that was so hungry that she wanted to eat her alive when she was a child.This kiss was not like the superficial kisses that Fritz took the initiative to kiss every time, nor was it like the indistinct dawdling just now, but like a beast biting its prey, snatching the air from the other party's mouth while suffocating.

But Fritz could only feel the bloody taste in her mouth, not only because of the scars on her cheeks, but also because of the bitten tip of Jerome's tongue.

Too bad, Fritz thought.

Jerome sensitively noticed Friz's slightly dazed moment, and he let Friz go.There were some spare medicines in this house, but Fritz hadn't used them, but she didn't expect them to come in handy today.

The wound on Fritz's face looked hideous, but after cleaning up the blood all over her face, it wasn't as serious as she imagined, but scars would inevitably remain.On the contrary, the cut at the corner of the mouth looks scary and weird.

Jerome lay on the small bed, pinching a few golden hairs on the pillow boredly.The moonlight shone in. Although it was not like a lamp, it was enough for Jerome to see the girl who was sitting at the end of the bed humming while putting on medicine.Her hair should have never been cut, and the shoulder-length hair that she always had before was almost at the waist, and because she didn't take care of it often, it was still a bit boring.Perhaps because of the long hair, she doesn't look like the malnourished little girl she used to be.

Over the past year, the rebellious girl has grown taller, a little fatter than before, and is no longer a thin little girl.

Still so sweet, Jerome sneered.

Pulling Fritz down on the crib, Jerome pressed her down, "Kitten, it's still time to go back. (Little cat, it's still time to go back)."

The only bit of moonlight was completely blocked by Jerome, and Fritz could only see his silhouette in the dark, with a silver edge.

Fritz didn't speak for a long time, and Jerome didn't rush her until he heard the blonde girl softly say, "No, never."

It was perhaps one of the few times in his life, and perhaps the only time, if Jerome could be tender.

That kiss, as light as a feather, fell on the eyes fluffy, a little cold.

Frize was like a loose little mass, Jerome thought, and he could snap off the kitten's limbs and pluck out her sharp little claws whenever he wanted.

Then the kitten began to kiss the corner of his mouth, licking the scar at the corner of his mouth, and at the same time, Jerome could feel the blood-clotting wound on Fritz's face, with a strange smell of medicine.

Jerome pressed Fritz on the bed, looked at the blue blood vessels visible to the naked eye on the girl's fair neck, and suddenly bit her hard.

Fritz groaned, she must be bleeding, but Jerome still didn't let go until a hoarse voice sounded in his ear, "You'dbetterneverregretit." (You'd better never regret)."

Fritz hugged Jerome, shed tears inexplicably where he couldn't see, and said softly, "Until Idie. (Until I die)."

why i love you

I do not know.

Do you love me?

I do not know.

Gotham, awakened to the real crime and chaos tonight, a society without order and rules.On this night, death, disorder, equality and freedom coexist.

The followers of Jerome, who were caught by the Gotham Police Department, shouted, laughed wildly, and attacked the police.The rioters were not only these fanatics, but even ordinary citizens were affected, and some even threw incendiary bombs into the police station from the windows.

Gordon learned something about Jerome's resurrection from Xiao Lai, thinking that Jerome might go back to find Bruce, and hurriedly called Wayne Manor.

Wayne Manor also had a power outage, and there was only moonlight shining in from the window in the house. Mr. Butler, who heard the phone ringing and wanted to answer it, felt something was wrong.But when he turned to reach for the weapon, someone from behind shot him hard in the face with a gun.

"HAHAHA~" Jerome walked out of the shadows with a low smile, with his arms outstretched and walking with strange steps like a clown dancing. Arkham's straitjacket didn't look weird on him, and his hair was a bit of a gentleman. Make pie.

"My, my. (My God, my God)." Jerome walked up to Bruce, hands behind his back, and bent down to look at him. "Look at you, you've grown so much."

The bright moonlight shone on his face, a face that had been ripped out and sewn back together, and the eyes fixed on Bruce seemed to be put into two red circles, and Jerome laughed, painted with red paint The scarred mouth was like a black hole trying to swallow Bruce into his stomach.