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Twisted-Wayleska part 6

Jeremiah POV

I stand on the street corner, watching Bruce and Selina. They're laughing at something. Bruce has a hand over his abdomen, smiling.

Oh, so he does share my condition. Looks like you're getting a little brother or sister, little nugget...

"You're still watching them, boss?" Ecco says quietly beside me, wearing a black and red dress. I'm wearing a black suit and red tie, with my makeup done perfectly so I blend in with the crowd in the diamond district.

"I have everything on your list: bottles, diapers a br--"

"Ecco, shh. That's your list, remember? If anyone asks, you are carrying a child, not me. I'm not pregnant, I'm fat. That is how I'll keep Captain Jim Gordon away from my little nugget." I cut her off.

"Well, I got everything on my list. We should be getting back home now, honey." Ecco says warmly, pretending to be my wife.

We turn and disappear into gotham, getting into our car and driving back towards the hideout.

"I'm going to need to get Selina out of the picture. Do you think you could help me with that, Ecco?" I say quietly.

"Sure thing, boss." Ecco says warmly, smiling.

"Good. With her gone, I can somehow convince Bruce to take me back into his loving arms and accept our child. And I'll convince him to accept me and my brother's help with him and my brother's child, of course. I wouldn't allow Jerome to leave his 15 year old billionaire boy babymama to raise his child alone. Jerome needs to learn how to have some maturity, responsibility. To grasp the concept that there are consequences to his actions. If he doesn't, he'll never be a villain like me." I say quietly, looking at Ecco.

"Right on, boss. Rodger dodger, curls has to die." Ecco says warmly, grinning.

"Ah ah ah, I never said die. More like... paralyze. If she can't run around town with him, he'll get bored of her soon enough. Then he'll come back to me." I say quietly, logically.

Like he always did when he fought with Selina...

Flashback

(Pre-spray!Jeremiah)

Third person POV

Jeremiah is in his office when he looks up at the monitor in time to see Bruce come running up and ring the doorbell.

"Open up, Miah! I need someone to talk to!" Bruce yells, sounding drunk off his ass. Jeremiah runs through the maze to the front door, unlocking it for his friend.

"Me and Selina were fighting. Can I come in?" Bruce says, reeking of booze and Narrows air.

"Y-Yes, c-come on in. I'll get you some tea." Jeremiah says warmly, taken aback by the sight.

"I'm not thirsty for tea, you pretty little idiot." Bruce slurs, playing with Jeremiah's tie.

"I-I-I... Bruce... you're 15..." Jeremiah points out, blushing madly.

"So? You're cute." Bruce says, getting uncomfortably close to the slightly taller man, who was blushing like crazy and desperately trying to ignore how turned on he was by the billionaire boy showing this filthy level of interest in him.

"I'm 19, B-Bruce...t-this is w-w-wrong." Jeremiah stutters out, flustered.

"Stop it. You're being a baby." Bruce says, slamming his lips against Jeremiah's. The bespectacled man gasps in shock, unsure what to do. Eventually, he awkwardly puts his hands on Bruce's head, leaning into the kiss.

We can yell at eachother in the morning...

Flashback over

Jeremiah POV

I loved Bruce with everything in me, and now he's rejected me and his unborn child without even knowing it. He's given his heart, which should belong to me, to SELINA KYLE of all people. I close my eyes, trying to hold back the tears. I freaking hate being weak. I was weak once, I'll never be that weak again. I swear...

I promise you, little nugget...I'll be strong. For both of us.