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"Ladies and gentlemen as I live and breathe, James Gordon's in the house

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"Ladies and gentlemen as I live and breathe, James Gordon's in the house." The smirk of the maniac for bigger after seeing the Captain of the G.C.P.D.

"I'm not talking to you until I get up there and check on the wellbeing of the hostages." The demanding voice of Jim Gordon was heard all over the audience and stage.

 "First of all james, you're late. Secondly, I think I'm the one who should be making demand. Don't you?" Jim Gordon waited until Jerome turned around to silently get closer. The problem was, Jerome found out.

"That's close enough Gordon." Firefly got near the edge ant turned her flamethrower on. Making everybody to bend down. "And none of you are going anywhere either." Jerome turned around and gave the drummer a signal to start playing. "Dead man's trigger. This falls out of my hand for any reason and ... BAM!" Jerome had a little rectangle in his hand with a few buttons. "I have three empty chairs here, you haven't even asked who they're for yet.

"Okay Jerome, I'll bite. Who are they for?"

"Come on Jim, you're a detective. Do some detecting." Jerome gave him one of his famous smiles, indicating that he was playing some sort of game.

"Jeremiah, your brother."

"Bingo that's one." The smile of the sociopath for darker, indicating that he had gotten it right.

"Olivia, your sister in law."

"2. Gosh I wish she was my wife. One left." 

"And the other?" Jim Gordon had ran out of names. He knew Jerome wanted Jeremiah and Olivia to revenge himself, but he wasn't aware of any other possible candidates. The man on the stage for sick of waiting and decided to answer.

"Well the other dumbass who's ever spoiled my fun in this town." The criminal left a bit of silence for suspense. "Bruce Wayne!"

"No."

"No?" Jerome tilted his head. Showing that Jim was in no place to deny.

"You can take me. I'll sit up there with one of those things around my neck, but I won't let you have Bruce nor Olivia." The voice of the detective showed that he had some sort of c affection towards two of the people in the list.

"Well I don't want you, Jim. I want my sister in law, Bruce and my brother. I want them now." Jerome's voice for darker, his patience running low.

"Jerome." Jim wanted to negociate, but it was too late.

The man on stage grabbed the microphone and crashed the trigger against it to made one of the necks explode. The blood of the Commisioner flew around the stage and to the audience. All the maniacs on stage started laughing.

"Bring me my brother, his wife and Wayne. Bring them now."

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