Silent Whispers

Give Me an O!

A/n: i got a gif to work!

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The five Maniax loaded onto the oil truck and began to drive around town wearing the same straitjackets their Gazette hostages wore. Galavan told them the bus's route so they parked and waited.

Jerome, Isabelle and Aaron sat inside the truck boredly staring out the window, with Greenwood and Dobkins smoking outside, also gaining impatience.

Isabelle grew bored of listening to her voices spout nonsense and groaned.

"I hear ya Cherry. Lets play a game!" he offered and cupped his hands in front of his eyes like binoculars. "I spy with my little eye something..." he spotted the schoolbus. "yellow."

The rest of the crew saw it too.

"Yeah Gotham!" Greenwood cheered, banging the side of the truck.

Aaron started the engine and the two jumped onto the side of the vehicle. Jerome took his feet off the dashboard and pointed forward. Aaron followed the school bus.

Aaron took a different street to come from the side of the bus. He honked the truck's horn which caused the drive to stop, allowing Aaron to park the truck in front of the bus.

They got out and Isabelle swung the bag of shackles she had on her lap over her shoulder. Dobkins held the door open for Jerome. Once he was out instead of simply walking, he gave a twist and a slide to the door of the bus, then tapped on it with his gun and gestured for the driver to open it. Afraid to get shot he did, but of course Jerome shot him anyway and the cheerleaders screamed.

He ran up the steps of the bus and held his arms out. "Hello everyone!" he greeted cheerfully.

Isabelle took the shackles out of the back and handed a few to Greenwood for him to help. Meanwhile Aaron prepared the gasoline hose. Dobkins dragged the dead driver to sit next to a terrified cheerleader to get him out of the way.

"If you would kindly hold out your hand so this lovely lady and gentleman could handcuff you, we'd really appreciate it." asked politely.

It took Isabelle less than a minute to have her half of the bus cuffed. She returned to the front of the bus and Jerome admired her work. "You seem to be quick familiar with handcuffs." he said and smirked.

"Yeah thanks J, can we hurry this up before Gordon and his lackeys get here?"

"You're right. Hurry up Greenwood!" he called down the bus and giggled at the scowl he got in return.

'Look at these privileged sluts. Getting to live their lives without a care. They don't know anything about pain. You should make them feel it.' Isabelle winced, leaning against the seat in front of her.

Jerome grew a concerned look. "You okay?"

"Yes, just a headache." she half lied.

"Ah" he said and turned to face his audience. "I want you all to know this was a very difficult decision for us." Jerome said, walking down the aisle. "It was between you and a senior citizen bingo party." he continued and pointed his gun to a dark haired cheerleader. "In the end we decided to skew a little younger. Youth won the day! Sorry." he got to the front of the bus again.

"Give me an O!" he demanded cheerfully. When he got no response he shot the ceiling as a warning. "I said give me an O." he demanded more forcefully.

"O" they whimpered.

"Give me an N"

"N"

"Give me another O"

"O"

"What does that spell?" he asked, taking the gas pump from Greenwood. "Oh no!" Jerome and the teens said together.

Screams erupted as Jerome sprayed gasoline on the students. Despite Isabelle's discomfort, a dark part of her found all this entertaining.

Once the inside of the school bus was coated in gasoline he tossed the hose aside and pulled out a lighter from his back pocket.

"Do it! Do it! Do it!" Dobkins chanted, jumping up and down.

"Ready? Okay!" Jerome bent down and flicked the lighter, but the gas didnt light. He stood straight. "This is so embarrassing." he said and walked up the first few steps of the bus.

Isabelle crossed her arms nervously. If they didn't light this truck and leave Gordon would come and throw them back in Arkham.

"Anyone got a light?" he asked the terrified cheerleaders.

Dobkins remembered he had one in his pocket he brought to light cigarettes. "I do!" he said and pulled it out. Jerome reached out for it, but the sound of police sirens stopped his hand.

"Oh great, now what?" Isabelle asked Jerome.

"Relax kitten we're fine" he reassured. "Stand your ground, they can't shoot at the bus." He pulled out his gun and shot at the police cars. The group followed his lead.

Gordon quickly realised if they shot at the bus, they'd risk hitting the students inside. "Hold your fire! Hold your fire!" He commanded the other officers. They complied and kneeled helplessly behind open doors of their cars.

"Aaron, Greenwood, Cherry," Jerome said her nickname sweetly with a smile. "Get the truck started. We're gonna blow this barbeque."

The three of them lowered their weapons and ran to the truck.

In the absence of bullets Jim ran behind a different car to get a closer shot.

Dobkins watched Jerome spin and shoot at Jim. He missed every shot and let the gun fall out of his hand when he ran out of ammunition. "Light em up!" Jerome told Dobkins. He picked up the still running hose and sprayed the outside of the bus, cackling maniacally. Dobkins tried lighting the bus but the lighter wouldn't ignite.

Jerome ran and jumped onto the truck, still laughing. Aaron began to drive the bus away, causing Dobkins to panic. While he tried desperately to get the gasoline to light Gordon advanced forward.

He pulled Dobkins up from his shirt and the lighter fell out of his hand. Jim's heart skipped a beat when the previously useless lighter caused the gasoline to ignite. He punched Dobkins in the face, knocking him to the ground, and ran onto the bus. He figured out how to start it and drove it out of the path of the gasoline stream. Gordon stopped the bus and turned to the frightened cheerleaders. He noticed a dead man sat up next to one of the girls who he assumed was the bus driver and grimised. "Everybody okay?"

"Yeah'' someone replied.

After the fire was put out officers with lock picks came onto the bus and started freeing the teenageres. Jim grabbed a now conscious Dobkins by the arm and handcuffed him.

Tabatha had prepared for this. She knew if any of these criminals were to get captured, they would share who broke them out of Arkham. For her brothers plan to work they couldn't have that so when she followed them on missions she carried a sniper rifle with her in a wooden case.

"Who broke you out Dobkins?" Jim asked, pulling him towards the police cars. "You're gonna have to tell me sooner or later, tell me now."

"I'm a victim here sir. I was coerced. Abducted and coerced." Dobkins defended.

Jim stopped walking and turned Dobkins to face him. "By who?"

Tabitha prepared her gun, this was a perfect shot.

"If i tell you that I gotta get some guarantee-"

Tabatha took the shot. Two shots, the first the the forehead, the other in the side of the chest. She cursed herself, she could've done better.

In fear of getting shot too Gordon hid behind a car, gun in hand to defend himself. He looked over his shoulder to try and identify the culprit but saw no one.

Tabatha took her gun apart, put it back in the case, and flipped the latches closed.