Your P.O.V:
Bruce finally got the fire in the fire place going as I started lighting candles in the study. We were in the middle of our annual board game night when the power suddenly went out. Alfred went to go check the breaker, leaving us alone. The power outages have become common since we have been getting wind and rain storms a lot lately. It's a shame we had to take a break from the game. I was on fire! Once Bruce and I had the room nicely light I stood in front of my seat on the couch and analyze the game, wondering what would be the best move to make. "Hey! No cheating!" Alfred said jokingly as he walked into the study and to the desk. I snapped out of my train of thought and smiled. "Wouldn't think of it." I smiled. They both gave me a warm hearted smile as they dallied around the room. "Can't find anything wrong with the breaker. So I'll go get the generator going and when I can back, I'm gonna win that game!" Alfred smiling as he grabbed a flashlight and looked at us. We smiled again at him being so confident even when he's in third place. Just as he was getting up we heard a floor board creek in the far corner of the study.
We stood in silence knowing that didn't come from any of us. Suddenly the phone rang causing me to jump a little. Alfred let it ring a few times but didn't pick it up. "Alfred?" Bruce asked. Just then we heard a few more creeks when we were all perfectly still. My heart started to race in fear knowing there is someone in the house. I look over at Alfred concerned, wondering what we were going to do or if he had a plan. As the phone kept ringing Alfred put his finger to his lips then proceeded to pick up the phone when a man in crazy clown makeup jumped out and pistol whipped Alfred on the head. Causing him to fall on his hands and knees. Bruce and I ran to his aid only to find ourselves surrounded by men with similar appearance. I started to hear low moans coming from behind us. I turn around to see Jerome walking into the study. Oh my God No! Oh no no no! Please no! Let this be a dream. But I killed him, how in the hell is he alive? As me mind raced he slowly approached us. With every step causing me to almost cringe in fear and anxiety. I look over at Bruce and Alfred to see if this was even real. The look on their faces made it perfectly clear. I only wish I was dreaming.
Once he was standing in front of us he bent down getting face to face with us. "My, my, Look how big you've both gotten." Jerome said smiling sinisterly causing to recoil away in fear and discussed. All three of us stayed on the floor while Jerome stood in front of the fire place and his goons ransacking the study. "Are you ok?" Bruce asked Alfred. Alfred nodded but didn't speak. I just stared off into space in a panicked and fearful way, trying to wrap my head around it. How is he alive? He can't be I killed him. His blood was on my hands, and I was stuck in his arms until he died. I have nightmares about it. This has to be real he has the cut on his neck and his voice is different. But what happened to his face? I suddenly jumped back into reality when Bruce held my hands. I looked down and realized that my hands were shaking. "Are you ok?" Bruce asked. Alfred put his hand on my back trying to calm me. Alfred was the only one I could talk to about that night at the charity dinner. Being the only one that would understand what I was going through. "Yeah. I'm ok." I replied. Bruce tried to cheer me up by giving me a warm hearted smile. which worked a little. I still haven't told Bruce how I feel. It's gotten more complicated, but I'm getting closer to telling him the truth about my emotions, and I'm happy to say that I think he feels the same.
"Nice place you got here. You rent?" Jerome finally said turning around to face us. "What do you want?" Bruce asked sternly. Showing that bravery that I always admired. Jerome's face quickly contorted into a serious one. "Attitude. Teenagers am I right." Jerome said looking at Alfred then continuing. "Oh I remember those days. So many new emotions flooding through you. Wanting to kill everyone you saw." As Jerome reminisced one of his goons picked up the glass owl. The important puzzle piece that we needed. Jerome saw our concern and took it from him. Bruce tried to play it cool. Telling Jerome it was worthless, hoping he wouldn't break it if we didn't show interest. But that plan was ruined when Jerome through the owl behind him causing it to hit to floor smashing into pieces. "I asked you what you want!?" Bruce raised his voice as he stood up. "Right. Sorry the old noodle is still a little aldenta post thaw. The reason I'm here is I'm gonna kill you!" Jerome threatened walking towards Bruce. "Why?" Bruce asked. "Well it's the last thing I remember wanting to do. It's been nagging at me since I woke up." Jerome admitted taking out a switch blade. Before he could get any closer to Bruce I stood in front of him trying to protect him. Jerome looked at me and smile widely. "Oh I remember you. Yes. That was a nice upper hand you got on me that night." "You didn't kill Bruce that night and you're not killing him tonight either." "I remember holding you in my arms to. You got in the way that night but your not going to get in the way tonight." Jerome said bringing the knife closer to me. Even though what he said sent shivers down my spine I swallowed all my fear and gave him the death stare, trying to be brave and threatening. "Don't worry sweetheart, I'm not going to kill you." Jerome said grabbing my arm and throwing me to one of the men on the side lines. The man held me with my back to his chest, letting me see the show unravel in front of me. Jerome continued to walk towards Bruce with the knife. "The idea of cutting that pretty pink throat of yours. I figured that would clear the decks. What do you say?" I tried to break free from the man's grip to protect Bruce, which caught the attention of Jerome. "Man she really tries to protect you. You must really mean a lot to her." Jerome stated. Bruce turns his head to look at me. "I hope so. I know she means something to me." Bruce admitted as we looked at one another. Bruce broke the gaze to look back up at Jerome, leaving me in shock of his words. Jerome gets closer to Bruce pointing the knife at him, almost looking angry. Is he, jealous? Alfred tries to move forward when Jerome's men load their guns. "I remember that night at the charity dinner. You were quiet the show man." Bruce said suddenly. "Thank you. It's always nice to be appreciated." Jerome thanked him as he grabbed Bruce's shoulder. Preparing to cut him. "And your just going to kill me here. It's kind of disappointing." I was wondering what Bruce was doing but then Jerome chose to continue the conversation instead of stabbing him, but then I knew he was buying time. "What do you mean?" Jerome asked. Bruce then continued to talk about how Jerome does outstanding acts and killing a man as important to 'The Bruce Wayne' should mean something. Jerome smiles and hugs Bruce. "I know your just staling but your point is still valid. So we're taking this show on the road. The prince of Gotham reserves a more public death. But his Butler not so much. You two kill the Butler and meet us at the place when your done." Jerome explained. "NO!" Bruce yelled as I tried to break free again. "Bruce. I'll be ok." "I will see you again." Bruce stated as some of Jerome's goon's grabbed him and dragged him away. I was released only to be grabbed again by Jerome, putting his arm around my waist facing me. "And your coming with me. I remember why you caught my eye that night, and I can't let you slip through my fingers this time." Jerome said smiling as I tried to push him away. "Don't touch the couch. I might come back for that." Jerome told his men as he started walking away dragging me with him.
