[Gotham] Jerome's Little Bad

"Time has come today

Young hearts can go their way

Can't put it off another day"

In Paisley Square, the band sang cheerful rock songs, and the audience also swayed and cheered.

Suddenly the singing stopped, the lead singer's microphone made a harsh noise, but the music didn't stop, and the audience in the audience tiptoed to look at the stage for no reason.

"What's wrong with my mic?" the lead singer turned around and asked angrily, seeing an uninvited guest with his back turned to him, shaking with the dancers around him, the lead singer said helplessly, "Hey buddy, stop making trouble, I'm singing .”

Jerome jumped high from the drum stand and landed beside the bewildered home, with arms outstretched and a cry of cheer.

Some of the audience in the audience recognized this Gotham villain, and their expressions gradually became dignified.Jerome kicked the lead singer to the ground, picked up the microphone stand and slammed it hard on his face.

Jerome’s behavior frightened everyone. The audience screamed, some were still watching, some had already run away, while the dancers and band performing on the stage ran away in a panic. stop.

"Where are you going?" Jerome stopped his violent action and shouted. At this time, the firefly picked up the flame gun and began to spray flames at the audience.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we're Arkham Madness, and we're going to scare a few of you to death today," Jerome yelled, holding the mic, "Sorry to interrupt your little song session, but you'll love the next show .”

A smile appeared on Jerome's face, "Mayor Pritchard, Director Reynolds, Archbishop McGregor, and this woman... I don't know who it is."

As Jerome calls out a name, men in red and Arkham prison uniforms tie the men to stage chairs and attach red glowing miniature bombs to their necks.

And there were many people in the audience who recognized these well-known political leaders in Gotham City, and were speechless in panic.

"Everyone is here, everyone, say hello," Jerome casually pointed to the two chairs placed in the middle, "As you can see, we are still waiting for two other special guests."

"But while we wait, let's talk about the rules for tonight's show, Shallwe"

"□□, the detonator," Jerome calmly picked up the detonator in his hand, "If my request is not met, Boom, your head will be blown to pieces."

Jerome shrugged indifferently, and enjoyed watching the crowd below the stage look horrified and frightened.

"And if any of you dare to escape, you will die too. Now the only person who can meet my request," Jerome walked to the camera and grabbed the photographer, "Come here."

"Calling Gordon. (Calling Gordon)" Jerome picked up the microphone, amplifying the volume enough for everyone present to hear clearly, "Calling Superintendent James Gordon."

The Freeze Man and the Scarecrow went to the chemical laboratory of the Wayne Group to create enough poisonous laughing gas to destroy the city, while Fritz led people to ambush nearby and waited for the GCPD snipers and commandos.

"Boring," Friz spun the sharp knife quickly, her white fingertips flashed with silver light, but the sharp blade suddenly stopped firmly in her hand, "I heard the siren, it's really sweet."

"It's time, friends."

When Gordon got out of the police car, heavy music blared from the stage, and Jerome's men, holding a pistol, swayed along.

Seeing Gordon coming, Jerome waved his hand, the music stopped, and the sound of the electric guitar was still echoing.

"Ladies and gentlemen, what a surprise, James Gordon is here."

The people in the audience made way for the police, and Jim walked in front, "I won't talk to you until I go on stage to confirm that your hostage is safe."

"First of all, Jim, you are late. Second, I think I should be the one calling the shots." Jerome raised the detonator in his hand, "Isn't it?"

"What you've done is terror, Valeska," Gordon said, walking on.

"Yeah, you scum," someone in the crowd echoed Gordon angrily.

"Ask our mayor," Gordon pointed to the bound mayor on the stage, "what policy does this city have on negotiating with terrorists?"

Jerome turned his head to look at the mayor, "Frankly, the terrorist, I was offended."

"No, no, no!" Jerome pointed at Gordon in displeasure, stopping him from moving forward. "You're close enough, Gordon."

After speaking, the fireflies sprayed flames to the audience, and those who were close to the stage shouted to avoid the raging flames.

"You don't want to go anywhere," said Jerome, turning to the drummer with a tapping gesture.

The drummer also knocked on the drum obediently, and the dense drumbeat kept ringing. Under the background music, Jerome showed the detonator in his hand, "Death button, no matter what the reason, once this leaves my hand..."

"Boom!"

As Jerome's voice fell, the drummer hit the cymbal heavily. The sharp and loud voice accompanied Jerome's voice, which made everyone scream in fright. Several high-ranking politicians who were tied up on the stage also I shuddered.

"I still have two empty chairs here, and none of you asked me who they were for."

"Okay, I cooperate, who is it for?"

"Come on, James, you're a detective," Jerome said, smiling at him with his hands behind his back, "reason."

Gordon was silent for two seconds and said, "Jerome, your brother."

Jerome nodded with satisfaction, "Yes, he is one."

"What about the other one?"

"The only other annoying little Madonna in town that ever crossed my mind."

Jerome still had a smile on his face, and stretched his cheerful tone, "Bruce Wayne."

"No!" Gordon shook his head and took a step forward.

"No." Jerome lowered his face, his eyes were dark.

"You can catch me, and I'd like to sit on it and put that thing around my neck, but I won't let you catch him on it."

"I don't want you, Jim, I want my brother and Bruce, and I want it now." Jerome didn't back down at all, and stated his request indifferently.

"Okay, let's get them out of here and I'll go up…"

"You're not listening to me at all," Jerome interrupted Gordon angrily, because the microphone was too close to make a little noise, "this is forcing me to do it."

Jerome picked up the detonator in his hand, which made several people strapped to the bomb on the stage tremble with fear.

"Jerome..."

Gordon wanted to say something more, but Jerome was already impatient to listen. He held the detonator in his hand and touched the microphone lightly without expression, and one of the buttons was triggered.

The red light of the miniature bomb on Director Reynolds' neck turned into green light, and there was a slight rapid beep sound. He said in horror, "No..."

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, the poor director's head was blown open, blood sprayed from the severed neck and splashed on the stage, and the little Arkham psychopath behind him laughed loudly.Shouts of terror were stifled from both those bound and those off the stage, while the Arkham patients on stage just laughed happily at the sight.

"Bring my brother, bring Wayne, right now," Jerome's laughter rang out through the microphone, lingering in the entire square, causing panic and fear to everyone.

At this time, Bruce Wayne was celebrating his birthday with Mr. Butler and Serena at Wayne Manor, and Gordon's arrival interrupted the harmonious atmosphere between them.

Gordon turned on the TV, it was live.

Jerome appeared on the screen, "Don't you know it's rude to keep people waiting? Bring my hostages, James, my trigger finger is itching." Jerome held out the trigger finger. The index finger dangled in front of the camera, and kept making strange noises to pass the boring time.

While Gordon and Alfred were arguing, Jerome's voice sounded again.

"I don't think you take me seriously, so..." Jerome turned his head and looked around, shaking the detonator in his hand, "Okay, let's see."

"Eneymeenyminymoe, oneofthesepeoplehavegotto...go.

Jerome finished singing, touched the detonator under his knee, and waited with his eyes closed.Then there was another explosion and the screams of many people. Bishop McGregor, who had been praying to God with shaking hands, was also headshot.

"It's that guy," Jerome looked at the camera and pointed at the headless bishop, shrugging, "Wow."

After reading this paragraph, Bruce voluntarily joined Gordon's plan. Bruce approached Jerome with an instrument that could block radio waves, which would disable the detonator in Jerome's hand.At that time, the snipers ambushing around the square can kill Jerome and the others.

"Sir, we have seen the target," the sniper set up guns on the surrounding buildings, and the figure of Jerome holding a microphone appeared in the scope.

"It is impossible to enter from below the stage, and four of my subordinates have already found their positions."

Harvey saw a sniper aiming at the stage from the surrounding residential buildings, and said with a walkie-talkie, "Very well, keep quiet, be ready, don't pull the trigger, if you shoot the wrong shot, the mayor will be finished. "

"Received," the sniper readied, "Standby."

"Why are we waiting

Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting

Someone's gonna die!"

Jerome strummed his electric guitar furiously on stage and sang hoarsely and in tune.Seeing Gordon appear with Bruce and Jerome, Jerome stopped, "Well, let's see who counts."

"We're all starting to get nervous," Jerome casually pointed to the mayor behind him, "especially the mayor."

Jerome extended his hand to invite, toward the two empty seats prepared for Bruce and the others on the stage, "My guests, please take a seat."

Gordon nodded, and Bruce walked ahead.

"Comeon," Jerome looked at his brother who had been slow to come forward, with a smile on his face, "Don'tbeshy. (Don't be shy)."

Gordon comforted Jerome, "It's okay."

"We don't have a day," Jerome urged Jerome, who was walking slowly behind Bruce.

"Already activated, let's get them closer," Lucius said to Gordon.

"Listen to me," Gordon said, picking up the walkie-talkie.

"My men have targeted all the targets," the sniper whose mission target was Jerome said to the squad leader.

"Stand by."

"Hey, brother," Jerome stared closely at Jerome who was slowly walking towards him. At this time, Bruce had already passed through the crowd and approached Jerome.

Lucius saw that Bruce had approached Jerome, and knew that the device to cut off the radio had taken effect, and signaled to Gordon, "Now."

"Fire, all targets," Gordon whispered into the walkie-talkie.

Just when Gordon gave the order, several gunshots rang out from the surrounding tall buildings, and the innocent onlookers squatted down in panic, watching in despair that the sniper by the window was shot through the head.

And there was a disfigured girl standing by the window waving to them, and took the sniper's body aside, successfully taking over the gun.

Jerome's clear face appeared in the scope, and Fritz smiled softly, "Pretty good."

"I got my men in the best vantage point last night," Jerome said, his hands behind his back, watching Gordon's tricks condescendingly. "They've been watching your SWAT team."

"Now, Bruce, brother dear," Jerome waved at Jerome, who thought he had escaped, "come on stage, it's time for the party to really start."

Jerome looked hopeless, but he had no choice but to walk up to the stage.

At this moment, the task of the Scarecrow and the Mad Hatter is to use the airship to spray crazy laughing gas on the people in the city, and the rebellious penguin is also stunned and placed in the airship.

Jerome had guessed Penguin's betrayal, and seeing him fail in his goal of building a mob empire was his ultimate punishment.

After all, everyone is crazy, who else can you rule over?