Rage Becomes Him

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Author's Note:  Sexual content, physical abuse and rape warning trigger. Please do not read this chapter if you are uncomfortable with either of the above issues.

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*Jeremiah's POV*

Jerome successfully managed to get the code to the Gotham City Bank. I was trying to reach Ruby earlier but I couldn't connect to her walkie talkie which is weird because these gadgets are really expensive and long lasting. Neither would she pick up my call. I wonder if she got out safely. I couldn't help but claw out this feeling from the back of my mind. Is it worry? I just want to see her again. I was the one who had given her such a dangerous task. I sent her into a madhouse full of dangerous criminals and now I regret it. What if something happens? As much as I want to ponder over what could possibly go wrong at Arkham with my wife, I cannot show any weakness whatsoever, atleast not right now when hundreds of my followers are standing in front of me, with high expectations. They aren't some polite crowd but rather are hungry for some action and excitement, doing something raw and fresh.

"I thank you all, my followers, for sticking with me, and supporting me, having faith in me and letting me guide you all into a world of true fervour. Tonight, let this be a test of faith. We all go in there and lay down our lives if need requires. But we emerge out victorious." The crowd erupts into a cheer and everybody cocks their weapons in the hands, making a run towards the vans that are parked a few steps away. I jump off the podium, grabbing my own semi automatic and making my way to the van parked right in the front.

Clutching the overhead grills as hard as I can, I instruct the man driving the van to start. Our van pulls up onto the road first, and all the other vans, which are probably four or five, pull up after us. I bend slightly, a faint smirk creeping on my lips as the silhouette of the Bank comes into view. This is it.

Our van slams into the entrance of the Bank, crushing a few officers on our way and it comes to a halt with a jerk. The back door flies open and a commotion ensues. My followers start jumping out of the vans and all I can hear around me is the sound of guns, sirens and screams of people getting hit with bullets.

I slide my hand into the pocket of my blazer and pull out my semi automatic, adjusting the trigger on my way as I hop out of the van at the end. I let my eyes trail around the premises of the bank for a brief amount of time before cocking my gun upwards and starting a merciless bloodbath, shooting anyone who approaches me on my way as I make my way towards the safe with a few of my followers covering me.

Soon, our men have overpowered the GCPD officers, there are hardly any left to stop us, making it even easier for us to make our way to the safe. The safe is a tall silver door with a keypad lock on it. With fast movement of my finger, I punch the code given to me by Jerome and instantly, the door swings open. I'm deafened by the noise of my followers applause. I watch them,an amused grin playing on my lips, as they all run into the safe, playing with the cash and the gold, some of them stuffing how much the can into their pockets first. The other lot walks in with the bags, stuffing as much as they can in those bags.

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I can hear them screaming with joy and their dancing and hopping around like maniacs disturbing the ground beneath me. Good thing that the Catacombs is hidden underground, cut off from the city. No one would even know that the underground abandoned tunnels could hold a full fledged empire within it. I flick a glance at my wristwatch, my eyebrows curving into a slight frown as I realize it's almost midnight and Ruby is still not back. I had sent Jerome and a few of my trusted men to go look for her but they haven't returned either.

My eyes suddenly fix on my son walking towards me with a confused expression on his face. I bend towards him and scoop him up in my arms, a faint smile playing on my lips.

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