The king and queen of Gotham

The silence of a dead heart

I laid on the ground, unable to breathe. Memories kept hitting my body, tearing me apart. My mind was all over the place, unable to focus, unable to function. Random little details about Jerome kept slapping me across the face. Stabbing me in the back. Ripping open my chest. Demolishing me. 

The way he stared at me after we made love, like I was the most precious diamond in the world, in his grasp. The way his laugh would get all high pitched and squeaky when he was excited. How'd he'd pull me to his chest when I was upset. The way it felt to lay my head on his chest, hearing his strong steady heartbeat. I never thought, wouldn't let myself think of what it would be like if I put my head there, and only heard silence. 

"Come on Faith, this is the best part of our whole plan, and you're letting worry ruin it?" Jerome teased. I shook my head. 

"I don't know, I just have a bad feeling about this." Theo was acting weird again. Jerome dismissed my worries with a flick of his wrist, like that would fling them out of my mind. 

None of this would have happened if you hadn't spent so much time in self pity. All about you, you could have stopped this. Whispered the voice, this time, there was nothing I could say to disagree. 

It was two nights after we had killed Sara Essen, Theo needed a person to blame for Jerome's escape, a scape goat. The only person we could think of was his father. Yes, the old blind man Mr. Cicero. Jerome and Theo gathered a bunch of evidence, and we went and disposed of it with Cicero. Of course we had to kill him, couldn't have him moving that mouth of his. We had the knock out gas, letters, and the plans to Arkham. It sounded stupid, but cops were dumb, we knew they'd fall for it. They were always eager to grab onto something to be able to stop working. 

There was only a slight hiccup that night, Jim and Harvey showed up right before Jerome could stick Cicero with a knife. We broke through the window and left them with an open canister of gas, plugged only by Cicero's dead hand, of course they would see it and be curious as to what was under it. Jerome even was able to have a little fun with Jim before Tabby kicked him in the head. The real nightmare, was that night. 

Jerome was dressed up as the magician the "Great Rafaldo", Barbara got to be his main assistant, I was stuck in the back, but I didn't mind too much, I wasn't the best at acting anyway. The whole ordeal was going wonderfully, Bruce was on stage, the deputy Mayor was dead, all fun and games. 

I gasped, just thinking of it was like stabbing myself in the stomach. I couldn't breathe.

Jerome went too far, he went too far. Theo went too far, he went too far. Jerome pointed the gun at him, threatened him, not realizing Theo was serious. Then he attatcheked. The knife flashing, arching into his flesh, the soft, soft flesh of his neck. The neck I used to be able to kiss so freely. I screamed, but no one heard me. I heard them though. 

"I know, I know. This is not what we rehearsed. I'm so sorry Jerome," he told him as he lowered him to the ground."You have real talent. But now, you see, the plot thickens. Enter the hero." Jerome was still smiling. I was running. 

"You said, I was gonna be-," with that, he gasped one last time, and looked at me. I will never forget, the blood pouring out of his neck, staining it, his last smile, his last laugh. I made it to him as Theo stood up, and Jerome let go of his last breath. I was still screaming, and I put my head on his chest, hoping, somehow he was still alive, still savable. Silence. 

I screamed again, the pain overwhelming. Barabra had drug me, fighting her, into the hatch and out into the street. I had enough sense to run, run, run until I found a hole to crawl into. The only though in my mine, Theo Galavan must die.

I had strapped on my knife, gun ready, and marched out to find him. I got two blocks before someone hit me on the back of the head, and blackness consumed me. 

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I woke on the cold cement of a room. I stood up, stiff from the position my body had been thrown in. Cement walls, floor, ceiling. No door. My knives and gun were gone, and I panicked. Then I saw it, the camera hidden in the wall. Someone was watching me. 

A/N

               Sorry for this tiny chapter, I needed to get to this point and I didn't want to keep having to take the lines from the show, up until this point I did need them. Thanks for the patience.