What would you do if your boyfriend goes to being obsessive , angry and rough overnight from being a kind , loving and sweet personality? How would you adjust to these physical and psychological changes in your lover's life? Would you run away or wo...
A/N : This chapter contains mention of explicit sexual content.
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Jeremiah is unusually quiet as we walk down the dimly lit street, his hand holding mine tightly.
"Now that the bunker is destroyed, where are we going to stay?" I raise an eyebrow, haven't having thought about this before. "There's a backup bunker, don't worry..." Jeremiah says calmly. Ever since he has been sprayed with the gas, he is a man of even lesser words and more actions than before.
Soon, we're standing at the entrance of what looks like an abandoned church. Jeremiah keeps holding my hand as we go inside the building. "Why do we have the bazookas?" I raise an eyebrow curiously as I see a few of our followers holding bazookas in their hands. "Just a back up plan B in case we ever need it." Jeremiah replies back. We turn around a corner and walk down a narrow set of staircase towards the back entrance of the church. Jeremiah then informs me about how he will be using Alfred to lure Bruce to us. He then pulls out Alfred's phone and I watch him as he speaks to Bruce, coaxing him to come and save his manservant Alfred if he can. It's not the real Alfred, obviously, he would just be using Scarecrow's fear toxin on him, trying to drive him insane.
We are busy in our talks as we enter one of the rooms, only to quieten and glance in surprise in front of us. Oswald, Barbara Kean, Tabitha and Butch Gilzean are standing in front of us with a few other unknown women along with a man holding our core relay in his hand , a grenade taped to his mouth. My nostrils flare in anger but Jeremiah grabs me by my arm, yanking me behind him. "Oswald Cobblepot. Barbara Kean? In my stronghold." Jeremiah says calmly. How can he be so calm all the time? It's annoying the fuck out of me. Jeremiah and me, we slowly take a few steps towards them only to earn a protest from Oswald. "Not one step closer."
Jeremiah's gaze falls on the helpless man holding our core relay in his hand, shivering due to fear.
"Is that my dear Jongleur with my core relay in his hand and a grenade taped to his mouth?" It seems that he has been extremely tortured. His fingers are bloody as if nails have been pulled out. Probably to get our location out of him. "Indeed, it is." Oswald nods with a sheepish smirk on his face.
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Jeremiah slides his hand to his hat and takes it off,handing it over to me. He glances at me and whispers, "It seems they have the upper hand." Jeremiah walks to a corner in the room and grabs two chairs in either of his hand. He then places the chairs in the center of the room and motions for me to sit down on the one a little to the back. I comply and lower myself onto the chair, Jeremiah doing the same for his chair.
"What are your demands?" Jeremiah asks calmly. I point my finger towards the jongleur guy and motion for him to walk up to us and stand beside us. Limping all the way, he manages to reach and stand quietly by my side.
