[Gotham] Jerome's Little Bad

This day is really a lot of news, but the title of "Where is Mayor James and who is the mysterious mistress" is really not very attractive.

But the poor Mr. Mayor didn't have any mistresses, some were just kidnapped, threatened, and beaten.

Mr. Galavan said to him, "Mosterarecoming, Mr. Mayor. (The monster is coming, Mr. Mayor.)"

If Fritz were here, she would definitely roll her eyes, secretly mocking this smiling hypocrite.But now she and Jerome are making some bigger news, which will make the whole of Gotham tremble.

"Whatthehellis this 'Where's Mayor James? Who's the Mystery Mistress' No one cares who the Mayor got hooked on You can do better, go out and dig me some headlines, damnit!"

The boss of the Gotham Gazette was standing on the stage and yelling at his employees, and outside the glass window behind him, one after another screamed and was thrown from upstairs.

The boss, who was dedicated to digging some big news, was still unaware of this, and the employees facing the window were all stunned by this scene, and they didn't react until another one was thrown down.

People ran to the window to look down, but they saw several corpses on the ground, and some people were thrown down upstairs.

With the sound of the object falling to the ground, there was a scream.

"Perfect," Jerome said, sitting on the edge of the building facing the outside, looking at the masterpiece, "next (next)."

He turned to look at the next poor ghost, "Mr. X (Mr. X)."

The fat man Greenwood pushed forward a man with an X written on his body in red paint, and the big stupid Aaron lifted Mr. X up and put him on the railing of the platform.

"Move to the right a little bit," Jerome reached out and nodded to the right.

Aaron pushed the man a little to the right and looked at Jerome.

"Okay, that's the position." Jerome held it with his open hand, indicating that the position is just right.

Aaron pushed the person down, and the screams stopped with the sound of "Bang" falling to the ground, and then more people screamed.

"Perfect," Jerome looked at this scene, shaking his head, he couldn't be more satisfied.

"What about the extra one?" The little Arnold pointed to the person behind who hadn't written any letters on his body.

Jerome frowned and looked at the unlucky ghost, and asked Fritz, "Do you have any goodiead (do you have any good ideas)?"

"How about drawing asimiling face (how about drawing a smiling face)?" Fritz casually made a suggestion.

"That's pretty good, but..." Jerome was still not very satisfied.

"Oh," Jerome seemed to have a better idea, turning back from the outside and jumping off the barrier, "Ikonw (I got it)."

He walked over with a smile, picked up the can of paint, and sprayed an exclamation mark on the unlucky ghost.

"Aaron, Would you kindly (Aaron, can you do me a favor?)" Jerome threw the can of paint away and pointed to the extra person.

Aaron picked up Mr. Exclamation Point, walked to the railing, and dropped him.

The five of them looked down, and the characters on these people happened to be the word "manix!" (Mad Men Gang).

"Ha!" Jerome smiled, "Now that's headline (this is called the headline)." Then he laughed.

At this moment, Friz, who was looking back, saw the back of Tabitha in the other building, and became more vigilant towards the Galavan brothers and sisters.

"As you all know, 48 hours ago, seven mentally ill criminals were jailbroken and escaped from Arkham Asylum. Yesterday, five of them broke into the Yale Shipyard and kidnapped seven workers, then removed them from the Gotham Gazette. Throwing down from the top of the building, and we don't know who did the jailbreak until now. Jim Gordon is in charge, Jim."

The newly promoted GCPD director Eisen briefly introduced the case and signaled Gordon to explain the arrest plan.

"These people are our targets," Gordon said, walking to the projector to show the criminals.

"Jerome Valeska, 18, matricide."

"Fritz Holland, 16, murdered at least five people."

"Arnold Dobkins, schizophrenic, poisoner, femme fatale."

"Aaron Helsinger, killed his entire family with his bare hands."

"Robert Greenwood, killed and eaten more than a dozen women."

Gordon looked at the beautiful woman on the curtain, paused and continued.

"Barbara Keene killed her parents."

"We are going to divide into groups of four. I will assign tasks to you within today, and Alvarez will assist me in my work. Is there a problem?"

Seeing that no one spoke, Gordon continued, "Let's get to work!"

Galavan came down from the upstairs with a newspaper, read it and said, "You did a good job yesterday, everyone, the opening made a sensation in the city, and your names are already heard on the streets."

He unfolded the newspaper to several "superstars" who were having breakfast, "Great, let's applaud ourselves!"

However, only the little neurotic Arnold clapped his hands blankly.

Galavan put the newspaper on the table, "We've got Gotham's attention, it's time for the Crazy Gang to make their grand debut."

"Yesterday, wasn't it?" Jerome asked.

"Yesterday was just the prelude, and now the audience is holding their breath and waiting for the curtain to rise..." Galavan raised his hands and made a rising motion.

"Then whathappens (then)?"

"Then, we appeared in front of the citizens of Gotham, with the most primitive fear, and took away everything they cherished and revered." Galavan walked behind Jerome, put his hands on his shoulders, and told their story Ambition.

"And then whathappens (and then)?" Jerome's face was full of uncontrollable desire, excitement and desire for destruction.

"Then we save them, and then they are ours."

Greenwood was eating a piece of raw meat, and when he heard this, he couldn't wait to say, "Get busy!"

"Be patient." Galavan said, "First of all, you must learn to act."

"Acting?" Greenwood was puzzled.

"You guys are going to be on TV, and you have to show your own style and energy."

Galavan walked up to Arnold and gave him a push, "Dobkins, say, 'Good evening, ladies and gentlemen'".

Like a little rabbit, Arnold said obediently in a slow tone, "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen."

"Say it again with a smile." Galavan was not satisfied.

Arnold repeated it with a forced and strange smile on his face, but it was still not very good.

"You." He pointed at Greenwood.

Greenwood put down the piece of meat he was eating, picked off the meat caught between his teeth, made exaggerated gestures with both hands, and shouted in a low voice, "Good evening, ladies and gentlemen."

Seeing Greenwood's exaggerated appearance, Jerome yawned bored.

"Not bad, evil and dignified."

After Galavan finished speaking, he looked at Aaron who kept stuffing food into his mouth and was dumbfounded, "Forget it."

"Fliz, do you want to try?"

The girl who elegantly sliced ​​the steak put down her knife and fork, and said these words in an aristocratic aria.

"Too gentle."

"Jerome." Galavan looked at the red-haired boy sitting on the other side of the table.

Jerome cleared his throat, jumped on the armrest of the chair with both hands, stood on the chair with his arms outstretched, and said in a stretched tone with varying degrees of severity, "Ladies and gentleman, Good~evening."

After speaking, he smiled and made a closing gesture.

"Very nice, young and charming."

Hearing Galavan's appreciation, Jerome let out a sharp and weird laugh.

"Laughter is great, use it!" As soon as Galavan finished speaking, the mayor, who was wearing an iron box on his head, was whipped in by Tabitha with a whip.

Tabitha laughed as she slapped the mayor forward.Barbara said "It's my turn" and yanked the mayor against the wall.

"I'm glad you two hit it off, but we're busy, so if you can spare the poor mayor."

The two who were having fun were very dissatisfied when they heard Galavan's disappointing words.

Tabitha made an irritable expression. "We're bored to death."

"Yeah, why only they can play"

"You will have a chance soon, I told you," Galavan looked down at the fainted mayor at his feet, "Didn't you kill him?"

"No, I don't think so." Tabitha twitched the mayor who was lying on the ground again indifferently, and the poor mayor cried out in pain.

"No, I'm still holding on!" Tabitha, who was blamed and unhappy, said, walking past Galavan.

Galavan, who still wanted to say something to his sister, was interrupted by Barbara, "When, when will I have a chance?"

"Soon, very soon," Galavan looked at Barbara and suddenly changed the subject, "Tell me about Jim Gordon."

Barbara leaned close to Galavan and asked with a seductive expression and a charming voice, "What do you want to know?"

Nobody wanted to know about Gordon except Theo Galavan.For them, it's not as interesting as choosing a weapon next.

"Oh, whoo. shiny (really bright)." Jerome took out a Japanese long knife from the box.

Without waiting for Jerome to draw the knife, Greenwood rushed over and took out the long knife in Jerome's hand.

Greenwood was playing with a knife on the side, making a posture of chopping things.

Jerome pulled his face down in an instant, slowly put down the scabbard on his right hand, and stretched out his left hand, "Give that back."

"I saw it first," Greenwood said, laying the knife across his side, and stabbing forward.

Jerome completely lost his expression, and dropped the scabbard in his right hand, "No, it's not you. I told you, give it back to me."

"Forcing me, you little brat." Greenwood ignored Jerome's requesting hand again, and put the knife across Jerome's neck, provoking him, while Arnold made a sound of watching the show.

And Fritz didn't know when she stood behind Greenwood, and opened the safety of the wooden warehouse with a "click", "Hey, fatty. You'd better listen to gentle man to give him back the knife. he)"

Jerome stopped Fritz, "Stop, Fritz. This is between us."

Fritz, who was about to say something, saw Jerome's irritable eyes, and silently put down the wooden barn, leaning against the window not far away. Once Greenwood wanted to do something, she would immediately pull out the barn to solve it. he.

Jerome put his palms together and made a Japanese kendo salute, "Your samurai skills are very good, Mr. Greenwood."

Then he put his hand down and picked up a chainsaw from his feet, "but it's nothing compared to me."

Jerome pulled the chainsaw, "Die."

The chainsaw buzzed, and Greenwood excitedly followed suit.

Jerome picked up the chainsaw and slashed at Greenwood. The chainsaw collided with the Japanese long knife and scattered a few sparks.

"Enough!" Galavan walked in, stopping the duel of warriors.

Arnold, who had a peculiar aesthetic, was wearing an ugly silver helmet. When he saw Galavan coming in, he immediately said, "I want to stop them."

"Guys, we are a team, we don't fight among ourselves." Galavan put his arms around the shoulders of the two men, persuading them.

"That's right, we're a team, guys." Arnold said in a weirdly feminine tone.

"And I'm the captain," Greenwood put the knife on his shoulder with provocative eyes.

Jerome threw the chainsaw. "Captain of my foot."

"I killed a dozen women, and the whole city was in panic. What did you do? Did you kill your mother?" Greenwood began to talk about his achievements and mocked Jerome.

"One has to have a starting point. I have vision, ambition, and brains." When Jerome said this, he suppressed his anger and the desire to smash Greenwood's brain.

"You're just a crazy ogre. If you eat a few more, this move will be boring." Jerome's expression was gloomy, and he didn't like the boring and simple move of cannibalism at all.

"Eat another you, and your little girlfriend."

"It seems that we have to have an ultimate contest." Galavan saw that there was no way to solve this problem peacefully, so he simply took out a wooden warehouse from his waist, unloaded all the bullets, took out one and asked them, "What's the matter?" Can you play the game?"

"Oh, love it (big love)." Jerome said.

Fritz couldn't help calling out to him, "Jerome..."

Greenwood fanned the flames aside, "Little brat, are you going to hide behind your little girlfriend and cry (little brat, are you going to hide behind your little girlfriend and cry?)"

Jerome looked at Greenwood with disdain, and said to Fritz, "Fritz, bequite and watch. (Fritz, watch quietly.)"

Although he didn't speak anymore, the blond girl was always vigilant by the side.

Galavan loaded the bullets and handed the wooden warehouse to them, "Whowantstobetheboss (who wants to be the boss)"

"Ladies first (ladies first)."

Greenwood smiled, took the wooden bin in his hand, opened the insurance and brought a wooden bin to his temple.He looked at Jerome with mirth, and raised his eyebrows in defiance.

Jerome took the wooden box he handed over, shook it, looked at the wooden box, and said.

"Hi, Greenwood."

Greenwood.

Jerome opened the safety of the hand-barrel.

"what's these secret to good comedy"

What is the secret to good comedy

He turned the wooden warehouse to his temple, and Galavan, who was beside him, shrank subconsciously to avoid it.

"Click," was empty, and Jerome laughed.

"Timing."

opportunity.

Jerome didn't hand over the wooden box to Greenwood, but continued to open the insurance and aimed it at his cheek.

"And what's scourage"

So what is courage?

"Click," it was still empty, Greenwood's expression trembled.

"Grace under pressure."

Remain graceful in the face of pressure.

After Jerome finished speaking, he pressed the insurance of the wooden warehouse again.The upper body is slightly close to Greenwood, with sharp eyes.

"And..."

and also…

He held the muzzle to his jaw.

"Who's the boss"

Who is the boss

Galavan watched this scene excitedly, while Greenwood looked expectantly at the wooden bin in Jerome's hands.Not far away, Fritz was about to move, almost rushing forward.

"Click," Greenwood's expression turned grim with regret, and Galavan straightened up, looking happy.

Jerome smiled lowly, looking very wanton, and he took the handle of the wooden barn, pushed the barn against Greenwood's chest, and looked at him grimly.

Galavan came over and pulled out the wooden bin in his hand, "I believe you are, Jerome. I believe you are. (I believe you are, Jerome, you are the boss)"

Jerome suddenly put away his embarrassing expression, turned to Galavan, put his hands together, bent slightly, and said something in Japanese, "ありがとう, せんせい (Thank you, teacher)."

Cheering like a child, he took the long knife in Greenwood's hand and started playing.

Fritz stared at the short, fat man, and Fritz knew that he was already Jerome's prey.

But she still couldn't help but want to draw out the dagger tied on the side of her thigh, cut open his carotid artery, and watch him die convulsively.