Miss me..?

Brucie boy~

"Well well well... look who it is. Lil brucie boy!" He exclaimed. The stage lite up as the hole audience looked up . Jeromes hands was gripping onto the microphone as everyone was hearing each breath he took into it . His eyes darting at Bruce, gritting his teeth was as he pressed his fingers firmly against his hip hesitating  for a moment and then he smiled widely "Ha Ha Ha" His sinister black hearted laugh made the hole crowd pay attention to  him.

     As everyone in Gotham was in such a shook Jerome continued to stare into Bruce's eyes. "Ohhh Brucie boy~ why don't come right up" he grinned before slowly reaching into the waistline of his dark jean pulling a small brown pocket knife out by the tip. He looked at the knife and threw it into the air catching it as he waited for Bruce to stand up. Bruce tensed up but slowly stood up once he noticed jeromes knife for his sack . "Common common I won't bit. I mean unless you want me to" Jerome chuckled.  Bruce's breath started getting heavier and heavier as he took tiny steps up to the stage. The only thing running through his mind was the fear of death..

. When he finally got onto the stage Jerome huffed glaring into the Boys eyes. "Miss me..? Admit it you did I know it" Bruce stayed quite. "Bruce stand over there" Jerome pointed his finger to the middle of the stage. "W-why?" Bruce questioned. "Why? Hm funny question I could give you a couple of reason WHY but let's just go with if you  don't I'll slit your butlers throat within the second " he shrugged. Bruce sighed and walked over in front of it looking at the crowd. "Good boy " Jerome patted his head playfully bring his knife to his neck. "Ladies and Gentlemen, look at this it's Bruce Wayne, the richest man in Gotham "

      Bruce was staring at the crowd but faster then hell he saw guns. Lots of fucking guns pointing at Jerome and him . "HANDS UP ITS OVER" It was Jim, Jim Gordon Gothams head detective . Bruce sighed in relief but Jerome? He wasn't scared of some cops. "Way to ruin all the fun J I M" Jerome laughed before reaching behind him and grabbing a gray rifle on the stage shooting it at one of the cops. Boom Dead, just like that. As the rest of the cops ran over to hear Jerome made a run for it. He throw his arms around Bruce and throw him behind the stage. They both fell down and Bruce tried to run of course but Jerome held the gun up to him. "Now it's just me and you brucie boy! " he laughed before shoving Bruce down the back stares darting for the door and into the dark alley way.