I never knew he could be so similar to me, Billionaire Bruce Wayne, so small, so innocent. Coldhearted and insane. I didn't believe it, stuck in a shell with his own thoughts. God. How i wish i could know those thoughts.
I sang praise of his name,beginning to loose my mind. Faster. I let out a groan of pleasure.
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The afternoons were spent in the activity room,where many were stabbed and beaten, tensions created.
Bruce sat in one of the chairs,looking up to the television,hoping to find the news, saddened by the fact it was an old cartoon. He was greeted by the clown prince of crime.
"Hello Brucie," chuckled the redhead,sitting beside him, leg over the other."Jerome,hi.."said the darked hair boy, unsure of how to interact with the murderer who had found interest in him. He seems lovely. I never asked. "I was wondering if you wanted to hang out later, before therapy~" Bruce nodded ,smiling slightly. He did infact want to spend time with the boy, but at the same time feared for his life.
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It's a joke | Jerome X Bruce
Teen FictionRewritten,extremely slow updates Once Bruce is put in Arkham Asylum for a voice in his head he meets a psychopathic clown who he's taken a strong liking to.
