Edited
Barbara left after a few more minutes of useless conversation
Something about her ex boyfriend being juvenile
Once she left I breathed out a sigh of relief I didn't realize I was holding in
I decided to take a walk around to help clear my mind
I found a gun
That could help during tax season I suppose
I walked by a few doors that I assume are torture chambers because everyone is awful and Gotham is an ass city
"How could she..."
"I'm protecting her"
And I found Jerome's room
He's talking to himself, I'm not exactly surprised.
CRASH
"GOD DAMN IT JEROME"
"YOU JUST HAD TO KILL SOMEONE SHE LOVED"
"FUCK. FUCK.FUCK.DAMN IT!"
how lovely
I peaked in through a slit in the door
He seemed to be done with his fit and slid down the wall, his fingers entangling themselves into his hair
"How could I"
"How could I hurt her so much"
"I hate her"
"But I love her"
"Why is it all so confusing"
It's not so confusing when you break it down like this
You (Jerome) murdered MY boyfriend (Aaron) and i(me) hate you
"I love her too much"
"How can I-
" how can I make the pain stop"
Shut up
