After so many years the sisters are finally out of Arkham Asylum and now they must adapt to the life in Gotham.
Book 2 of the Arkham Sisters Series
OC's x Gotham
WARNING- This story may have, talk about or insinuate a lot of mature topics. Such as a...
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Reine meets up with Jerome. He had gone to a boardwalk circus that had been taken over by the cult, Bruce was also there with a bag covering his face and a gun pointed behind him. Reine was very surprised to see him still alive, and after what happened with Kit- Selina, angered and disappointed.
"What he is still doing alive?", she looks at Jerome.
"Well, I know he's trying to buy himself more time, but I need to add some flair to his death. His death is going to be tonight's centerpiece."
Just seeing the passion in Jerome's eyes took away her disappointment, it made her put aside what happened with Selina.
"I wouldn't expect any less from showman like you." She pulls him into a kiss.
Reine decides to try out a few games as they take off the bag from Bruce's head. He looks around at all the people being hurt as games attractions and some being held at gunpoint.
"Get him! Squash her!", Jerome cheered Reine as she was playing whack-a-mole, except they were real people instead. "Get the old lady. No, the fat guy. Come on, dollface."
She hits the man with the hammer, making his brains splatter everywhere. Another man pops out and she also hits him making. She giggles as she sees all the brain splatter, some of it covering her face.
"Look, I beat the high score!"
"I think that means you get a prize." Jerome roughly pulls her into a kiss.
Reine pulls away.
"Don't start that you can't finish, love." She turns to Bruce, "Hello Brucie."
"Reine.", though he phrases it more like a question.
"Well, we're off to a good start.", Jerome puts on a black boater hat with a red band. "What do you say, Bruce? Want to have some fun before the main event?
"Not like you have much of a choice."
They took Bruce to a face painter, who painted him as a clown. When he was done he stepped away, letting Jerome come forward to see the finished product.
"Got to be honest, Bruce, you don't make the world's funniest clown. But, " He takes out a knife, "we can fix that."
He brings the blade close to Bruce's face, making him squirm. But then he stabs the face painter in the stomach. Reine laughs as the man groans in pain.
"Aw, shut up, you big baby." Jerome uses the blood from the man's wound to paint a frown on Bruce's face, "Let's turn that frown, upside down."
They continue to walk through the circus.
"Is there a plan for all this madness?", Bruce asks.
"These people don't want a plan, they want an excuse. The mother who dreams of strangling her child. The husband who wants to stab his wife. All they want is someone to tell them... 'Do it. Kill them. It doesn't matter.' It doesn't."
