Gotham: Jemma's Diary (v1)

Chapter Seven - Brotherly Love

Back at Jeremiah's home, I sat on the large double bed with the rich red velvety duvet I was currently occupying, placed in the guest room.

I was crossed legged, my notepad laying infront of me, the blank pages staring up at me. Urging me to write something.

I was trying to think over some possible situations in which I would be able to kill Jim Gordon.

My favourite idea was to get him onto a roof of an apartment building and shoot him down, just like he did Jerome, though, I couldn't work out a way to get him to agree to stand on the roof in the first place.

"Jemma," Jeremiah called, taking me out of my thoughts as he strolled into the room, "I heard that you visited good old Bruce Wayne yesterday, what did he want?"

I placed my pen down and moved the notepad aside, looking up at my brother as I responded, "It went good, he doesn't want anything from us. He just wanted to make sure I didn't have any intentions on killing him, that's all. He was afraid."

Jeremiah smirked, sitting down beside me as he straightened his purple shirt, "I'm glad."

I cocked my head at him, "You're glad? About what?" I scoffed.

"I'm glad that he's afraid of us," He said, "Fear is what keeps us in control."

I rolled my eyes, sighing. It felt strange sitting next to my brother, talking face to face with complete eye contact. It's something I hadn't done for nearly sixteen years of my life.

Pulling my lip, I looked down. Something just didn't feel right...

"What's wrong?" He questioned.

"I don't know," I mumbled, turning my gaze back towards the notepad to distract the situation, "I'm trying to come up with a solid plan to gun down Jim Gordon. Are you in?"

Shaking his head, Jeremiah stood up, and to my surprise, he replied "Jemma, are you really going to waste your time with that?"

I got up from the bed, feeling slightly offended, "Uhh, it's not wasting time. It's getting revenge for my brother. Our brother." I corrected him.

"Oh, that's right, the brother that made it so I had to be sent away and could never see my family for the rest of my life, yes, let's avenge his death." He replied sarcastically, glaring into my eyes before lowering his tone, "He tried to kill me. All the time."

"It was just games!" I insisted, defending Jerome, "I'm sure he didn't actually want to kill you."

"What kind of sick twisted games are those?" He gritted his teeth, stepping closer towards me and looking down at me, "You were just a baby. And if I wasn't sent away, he would've done it. He would've killed me. And then he would soon go after you."

His words felt like scratches on my skin. My heart was racing and my blood was boiling.
I couldn't stand to hear people disrespect Jerome.

Before I had time to process, I found my palms upon Jeremiah's chest as I shoved him away.

Wrong move.

"You shouldn't have done that." He said, his voice raspy as I watched his breathing grow stronger, "You're siding with the wrong brother, Jemma. Just remember that." He said as his fist came flying into contact with my jaw.

I growled, grabbing him as I kicked him in his special place.

He groaned in pain, grasping to the side of the bed as he fell to the floor.

"If you ever touch me again, I will slit your throat." I whispered in his ear before stomping out the room.

I fled from the house; I needed to get as far away as I could in the short time I had before Jeremiah would be coming for me.

I fetched a taxi into the city, where I lay low in the streets.

Until I bumped into a familiar face.