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After 3 months of planning her escape with her newfound minion Tiny, today was differnet. Jerome had finally, - after months of 'checking out' Madsion- decided to talk to her.
He didn't know why, but he felt overly intrigued by her badasz, not-to-be-fucked-with attitude. He admired it. Ober the nights in his cell, he had thought and dreampt about how she could be tje perfect companion for the power over Gotham city. It just put a smile to his face.
Between her sarcastic anger and his sense of humor, he saw a close connection. She was something he needed. He craved it. But he couldn't stand it much longer.
He walked over to her, courage with everystep he took. His confidence high.
She was sitting in a livingroom chair, her goon Tiny, sitting behind her, in an old, plain, wooden chair. She had been concentrating on a peice of paper she was writing on.
Jerome subtly sat down in a chair infront of her, smiling at her, she was beautiful, he had thought. She was still concentrated on her work, she had barely even notice he was there. He found her concentration face aforable; so mature and elegant. The one small strip of light shining against her smooth, pale face from the one broken blade of a bind against the large window in the crowded room.
"Hello gorgeous, I'm Jerome." Jerome said,
"Madison." She replied carlessly, not looking away from her paper.
"How'd someone as innocent as you end up in this place? You make a big scene over a new dress your daddy wouldn't buy?"
"I'm in this place for a more... Gruesome situation than that sweetheart. No thanks to Jim Gordon." She replied bluntly, glaring up at him.
"Ah! Good ol' Jimbo! How is that self righteous pig?" He beemed in his boyish charm,
"Why'd you come over here, stud?" She smirked cockily,
"We have the same crazy, I can see it in those beautiful brown eyes of yours, it spiked my interst." He responded smugly,
"So, what exactly are you getting at?" She asked, tapping my nails on the scratchy surface of the livingroom chair.
He lifted his head in thought, "Hmmm."
She raised her eyebrow. He was making her impatient.
"You seem like you could use some company, and I for one, would not ignore the opportunity."
"Hey boss, is he botherin' you?" Tiny asked, approaching Jerome.
"No, just talking. Thanks anyways." Madison dismissed him,
"Goons already?" Jerome stated,
"What you in for, hotshot?" She asked, ignoring the question.
"Killing my mother, you? You seem to have everyone in this joint talking."
He sounded carefree saying this. She was suprised, frankly she thought he was just a immature kid who would be in for trying to kill his bully.
But she did find him quite attractive. She liked his joyous attitude. It made her feel comfortable.
"You haven't heard?" She burst out laughing, lifting her head, looking up at him with an evil grin, "I killed Thomas and Martha Wayne."
Jerome was shocked for at least, for 5 seconds. He didn't think she was that dangerous, other than her actions. He had thought that the others were talking about Madison because of her looks. He could agree.
"What?" She smiled crazily,
"You couldn't of. The case was closed! They didn't find the guy!"
She once again glared at him. She was getting angry, fast.
"I was ratted out. 6 months ago. I was alot more... tense... for the first three months, got thrown in intensive treatment corridor in the more dangerous side. Got in the normal side of Arkham for good behavior." She barked,
