Bloodshed: A Valeska twins story

Saddle Up!

Jerome speeds through the streets not having a care in the world. But suddenly he takes a sharp turn, heading straight for Wayne Manor. "Jerome, what are we doing at Wayne Manor?" I ask. I am so confused as to why this would be on the agenda.

He smiles at me as he parks the car, "We're simply here to pick up our guest of honor for the show. Now come on, we have no time to waste." He laughs wholeheartedly as he exits the vehicle and holds up a finger towards me before running around the car to my door. I blush as he opens the door for me like a true gentleman.

"Thank you, J."

"Anything for you, Doll," Jerome says before shutting the door. A look of remembrance crosses his face before he runs back around and pulls out some white clothing and looking at me, "Although, I wouldn't blame you for wanting to look. I wanted to warn you before I just started changing in front of you." I nod and look away giving him his privacy. I am not going to lie, I snuck a peek right at the beginning and boy what an 8 pack he has. 

But not before long I feel an arm around me. I open my eyes to see Jerome in an asylum type of outfit. Jerome smiles down at me before he turns his head to face the two buffoons we brought with. "Let's go boys!"

We head inside and it is quiet and dark but as we walk through the home I hear two voices. Jerome smiles and points for the two buffoons behind us to go the other way. 

"I'll light these candles," I hear Bruce say to Alfred I'm sure since he wouldn't be with anyone else at this hour.

Confirming my thoughts was the other voice, "Good lad. I'll nip downstairs and see if there's any life left in that old generator." Alfred Pennyworth. Bruce's trusted butler and family friend. I love his accent. I wanna visit the UK someday. Breaking me from my thoughts was the ringing of a telephone. 

I sneak a peek into the room and see both Bruce and Alfred look towards the phone.

"Who's calling at this hour?" Alfred asks as he walks towards the phone. Jerome must have given the boys the signal to go because in an instant everything unfolds. The phone stops ringing causing Alfred to freeze.

"Alfred?" Bruce asks confused before I hear a gun being pulled from who I assume is Alfred and a huge slam and something hitting the floor. Jerome then looks at me and smiles.

"It's showtime doll. C'mon," he leads the way holding out his arms and cackling. Jerome then starts to groan like a ghost, "Ooohhhh!" I slowly follow not too far behind him as he walks right over to Bruce and looks him dead in the eyes. "My my, look how big you've gotten."

I give the signal for the boys to start screwing around while Jerome does his thing. I walk over to the fireplace and try to start a fire to bring some light into this place and so Jerome can work through his plan with no difficulty. As I finally light my lighter ablaze I feel a presence behind me, "Thank you for being here with me and being so helpful, Dollface." Jerome places a kiss to my cheek before grabbing the lighter from my hands and throwing it into the fireplace.

I then walk over and take the gun from the guy standing guard of Alfred and take over. "Nice place you've got here, you rent?" Jerome asks playfully as he turns and admires everything and finally setting his eyes on Bruce.

"What do you want?" Bruce asks ignoring his question. How rude. 

"Attitude," Jerome says before looking at me. "Teenagers. Am I right?" He asks rhetorically but I still nod in response. "Oh, I remember those days. So many exciting new emotions running through you. Wanting to kill everyone you saw. Feeling love for the first time. Aw."

One of the followers picks up a glass owl and that seems to catch Bruce's eye which doesn't go unnoticed by Jerome. Jerome turns to the guy and holds his hand out, "You, give me."

Jerome inspects it for a second before commenting, "You know, I will never understand rich people's taste."

"It's worthless. My father found it at a flea market. I keep it for sentimental reasons." Bruce says quickly.

Jerome smiles and holds the owl up, "Nice try. Oh, it's got some heft to it. Expensive I'm guessing. Be a shame if I-," He then lets it slip out of his hands and land on the floor. Sadly it doesn't break causing Bruce and Alfred to share a sigh of relief. Jerome then picks it back up and looks at me, "Hm. Tougher than I figured. Anyways," He then throws it behind him onto the fireplace and it shatters.

This causes both Alfred and Bruce to become angry and causing both Jerome and me to smile. 

"I asked you what you want," Bruce says as he gets up to match Jerome.

"Right. Sorry, the old noodle's still a little al dente post-thaw. The reason we're here is I'm gonna kill you." Jerome says jokingly before getting serious and looking at me. He silently tells me to come over to him so I hand the gun to one of the followers again and skip to his side. 

I tune back in at a good moment obviously because Jerome pulls out his switchblade from his pocket and points it towards Bruce. "The idea of slitting that pretty, pink throat of yours. Figure that clear the decks. What do you think?"Alfred makes a move towards Jerome but his followers and I pull our guns and point them straight at him. Alfred looks at me and glares. I simply smile in response not giving two craps about his opinion on me.

"I remember that night when you took over the benefit. You were quite the showman," Bruce says.

"Thank you, always nice to be appreciated," Jerome shifts his hold on the knife preparing to kill Bruce.

"And you're just going to kill me here? That's kind of disappointing." I roll my eyes.

Jerome raises the knife getting ready to kill Bruce, my heart skips before it drops to my feet when I hear him groan out, "Ah, what do you mean?" I stamp my foot in frustration causing Jerome to shoot me a look, "Doll, be patient."

"After all the buildup, you coming back to life, stealing her, turning off the lights in Gotham, killing me here just doesn't show a lot of," Bruce trails off. 

Jerome then jumps on the couch and starts to kick things as he speaks before jumping off, "Flair? Hmm? Style? Panache? Go on, boy. Spit it out, I can take it."

"I am Bruce Wayne."

"He's aware, kid," I say. Jerome moves around Bruce touching the blade to his throat.

"I am the ruling elite. My company is the machine that keeps the cogs of Gotham running. Killing me should mean something and you're telling me no one is gonna see it?" Bruce asks.

Jerome smiles at Bruce, "You're saying I need an audience?" Jerome looks at me and thinks for a second. He turns back towards Bruce and grabbing him by the back of the neck, bringing him closer. "Look,  I know you're just trying to buy time so you can escape. But your point is still valid." He then lets Bruce go and turns towards the guys, "Saddle up, boys! We're taking this show on the road! And I know just the spot." Jerome looks at me as Alfred gets up, "Come on. Uh-uh-uh." He turns to Alfred and puts on a poor British accent, "Not you, old chap. The prince of Gotham deserves a public death. His butler, not so much, kill him."

"No!" Bruce yells as he lunges for Alfred but is pushed away by Alfred as the guns of the followers were drawn.

"This is what you've been training for. You're gonna be all right on your own," Alfred tells Bruce.

"I will see you again," Bruce says.

"You carry on, son. You carry on." Alfred says before Jerome pulls Bruce away. 

"Strangely intimate. Come on. Let's go, Doll." As we leave Jerome says one more thing to his followers, "Oh and try not to get any blood on the couch. We might come back for that."

We make our way back to the car and push Bruce inside and slam the door and of course turning on the child lock so he can't get out. 

Jerome smiles to me and pulls me against him, "Are you ready for part two?" He asks me and laughs. I smile and kiss his cheek.

"Of course, anything for the king of Gotham." This causes his face to light up.

"I like the sound of that."