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Chiffon

Chiffon

stone walls, sweaters, moths, dusty lace, animal tracks, incense, throw pillows. your essence is chiffon: your soft heart disarms those who meet you. you willingly swallow your feelings for everyone else; it is easier to hide your sensitivity. you may be a mirror, reflecting the best back at others, and not knowing quite who you are inside. you are the compromiser. you are the recaster. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of ashen, hickory, brown, and grey, who act with patience. you are also drawn to the cheerful orchid and honey, who will help you grow and discover what actually makes you happy. however, you may struggle to get along with the wild-hearted personalities of mauve and terracotta who act on their whims.

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terracotta

canyons, woven rugs, bandanas, pottery pieces, matchsticks, cattails, broken nails. your essence is terracotta: you are a building storm, autonomous and resolute. you build your walls strong; no one can see your vulnerabilities, not when you keep them within your rich internal life. you are disciplined and devoted to your friends, but rarely show them weakness in return. you are the guardian. you are the wolfdog. you find kinship in like-minded individuals of tawny, garnet, red, and brown, who share your strong resolve. you are also drawn to the open-minded souls mauve and honey, who will help you grow and show you that it is alright to be emotionally attached. however, you may struggle to get along with the withdrawn personalities of jade and chiffon who are self-doubting.

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Hi, I wanted to let you know that I am a fan of your story, Wow, you must miss being dead. Yeah, your character isn’t soft and innocent, and that is a big part of the story. Your character does tug different emotions, like you hate what she does but you can have some sort of understanding of where this is coming from.

I am interested in how you write Jerome. Like he isn’t afraid to be brutal with Scarlet. I was also quite surprised.

You inspire me to write a fan fiction - possibly - about my own Gotham character.

Omg wow thank you very much! I feel very honored! I mean sadly due to some certain circumstances i havent got the chance to continue my story, but sure i will!

I would be pleased to see if you wrote a fanfiction about my own gotham character! And im glad i inspired you so much! If you wrote it and needed help you can always ask me :)

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I teach you a lesson (part54)

"Don't you wanna say something, doll?" Jerome frowned irritated while grinning at his precious "Aren't you pleased to see me after such a long time we've been apart? A little rude since I've done so much for you" To one of these questions you should just answer positively, especially Scarlet since she was his doll still - she had to be pleased when he was around, no matter what.

"Oh, yes, I am pleased to see the loser that tried to kill me because he couldn't handle he was wrong," Scarlet sarcastically spat "I have missed you so much," She chuckled bitterly. Did Jerome think she would miss him after what had happened? Oh hell no, she was glad she could have some time off him!

"You can be glad I missed the shot," Jerome muttered with gritted teeth, giving her a dark look "I could have killed you right away if I wanted to. I had all reason to since you've been acting like a little brat" He hated that she was so petulant towards him. He didn't deserve that, she had to treat him with respect after all the time they'd been together.

"Strange, you didn't. I thought you'd show no remorse," Scarlet smirked mischievously, walking closer to him, and staring deep into his eyes "You can't live a minute without me, eh? Always seek for the emotional support, always seek for the attention - you seek for all the things your mother never gave you and you become upset when this joy inevitably disappears because you consider yourself as a fool. That's what we call mommy issues, my dear"

"Oh, yes, doll," Jerome chuckled bitterly, cupping her face "You've always had a thing for analyzing me, huh? You loved to degrade people with their foibles to feel joy," He then grabbed her throat, squeezing it in rage making Scarlet gasp in surprise "Doesn't mean you can do it with me. You know, I've got a lot of time to think about us and I'm on it to set some rules," He grinned darkly "Number one: I am the boss, not you. Number two: Never play fool with me again. Number three: Don't. Ever. Leave without permission see! We don't want me to be upset about you, right?"

"Are you trying to scare me, Jerome?" Scarlet tried to say panting since it was quite hard for her to breathe normally "You can be a little rougher with me, c'mon, go ahead! Show me your dominance!" She was just messing with him, for sure. She wanted to see how far she could go with him after such a long time. She wanted to see whether trying to shoot at her was just a knee-jerk reaction or not. Would Jerome ever have the intention to kill her? Or did he just forget himself for one moment?

"Just as I expected," Jerome grinned, loosing his grip "Sure you wanna see more, and you will! You will be astonished by my glorious work, and I've got a little surprise for you since I've heard about your little come back in Arkham," He winked at her "You'll love it!"

"Oh, sure," Scarlet scoffed "Let me think: A little boy toy I can play with? A little knife? Or controlling a little bunch of freaks to be pleased?" First not showing any kind of dominance as he used to, and now he's coming with any stupid surprises? A bit low to try to get her back, she thought. Jerome used to do better, but still, she was excited to see what kind of surprise he'd got for her.

"Oh no, a lot better," Jerome chuckled bitterly, grabbing her hand, and leading her to a bench "Take a seat next to me and enjoy the show! You must know, a short while ago we've got a new inmate here and I'm sure you both are pleased to see each other"

Scarlet just frowned in response. Who did he mean? Was Jerome just being delusional and picked any guy from the old cult to play with? His jealousy had to be a big deal still if she was right with her assumption. He hated every guy who just stared at her, even though they both had their ups and downs: Scarlet was still his property, so the chances were high he recognized any inmate from outside and now used him as a boy toy.

A few seconds later, you saw a bunch of inmates hushing from another in Jerome's direction. It seemed they pulled something or someone after them, you could hear someone saying the word "no" over and over again as if they knew something bad was about to happen. The voice was familiar though, a voice she hadn't heard in a while, a voice she eventually missed. She eventually had an assumption who it might be, but she wasn't sure, somehow things seemed to be unrealistic, too.

"Oh, your surprise is on its way to you! Watch and enjoy" Jerome chuckled when he saw this certain person being nudged at a table with a gunny sack on their head, breathing heavily. He knew Scarlet would love to see them since Jerome was informed they both had a lot of things to discuss, things from the past especially. It was something about their friendship. One said mean things the other didn't like to hear - something like that.

The person with the gunnysack on it crawled up the table plate, kicking with his feet so that other inmates wouldn't grab him by their ankles and do shit on him. Immediately, since the gunnysack didn't help with breathing a lot they tore it from its head to see and breathe again - for Scarlet, it was a shock to see whose face was under the gunnysack: it was Oswald.

"S-scarlet," He stammered in shock when he saw her. He couldn't believe seeing her after such a long time, he was relieved, pleased, but also hella scared. He knew what he had done, he left her hanging when being with Andy. He did that on purpose. He did that because Scarlet left him and he wanted to make her feel the same - and he loved that, which was his biggest mistake. He now knew he would regret this because Scarlet surely didn't forget about this. She would never forget something like that.

"Oswald" Scarlet muttered, her anger building up. She remembered the last time she saw him and the last time she spoke to him. He's been disrespectful towards her and what he has done afterward was even worse. Sure, at first she didn't care about his action because she was glad to escape but in the end: everything would come back "It's been a while, isn't it?"

"You can thank me for that later, I know you have a lot to discuss" Jerome proudly said, he saw the rage in her eyes. She'd love to chop his head off after the last time they were in contact, and this reaction filled Jerome with satisfaction because he knew certain things would work out now. You could see Oswald drove her mad, he disappointed her for some reason - and yet, Jerome surely knew Oswald hadn't apologized for his atrocity.

"Oh, I do. This surprise is just perfect!" Scarlet praised with a little hiss, the focusing back to Oswald "Remember the last time we spoke to each other? It was a rough conversation, wasn't it? I was pleading with you for help with Andy while being trapped in a basement and chained to a wall. And do you remember what you told me?" She frowned at him, expecting him to answer.

"I-I left y-you hanging," Oswald gulped in fear "I-I said it's y-your business, not mine" It was true. The exact words he said were: Oh, we don't have a problem, Scarlet. You have a problem. According to your latest claim, we're no longer friends. He couldn't tell her, luckily, because she had interrupted him. But even this was bad enough.

"Is that true, Oswald?" Jerome looked at him in surprise, his anger was building up again even though he already knew the whole story, Oswald hadn't mentioned this, all he said was the two of them ended up in an argument, but he didn't go into details "That's quite impolite towards a lady, hasn't your silly mum taught you manners? Did you apologize?"

"He hasn't" Scarlet muttered "He hasn't called me back, he hasn't texted a message, he didn't check on me after my call. He just left me hanging," Scarlet shook her head "But good, you're here to talk about it, right? So...tell me, why did you leave me hanging?"

"I-I uhm... I-I wanted to -m-make you feel left, how I-I felt w-when you left..." Oswald stammered. His outrageous eyes of Jerome's and the crazy and pierced look of Scarlet's scared him. He felt like he was dying every minute. He knew they were about to do something, but what? Were they both kill him with torture? Playing mind games to drive him crazy? Or else?

"I see. You felt insulted by me when I told you you're paranoid," Scarlet nodded, acting understanding "But what I've learned from my parents is most people who reacted like you can't stand the truth. So you knew Fish Mooney's presence made you paranoid because you were scared she was taking revenge on you. Am I right?"

"Y-yes," Oswald stammered "B-but I am willed to say, I-I was wrong. I should have listened to you considering Fish. Y-you were right all the time. I-I shouldn't h-have left you in t-that cellar"

"I'm a fan of apologies, Ossy," Scarlet grinned "Don't you think an apology is appropriate after you've been quite rude to me? Letting a friend hang in an emergency is not quite suitable" She then looked at Jerome "What do you say, J?"

"I agree with you, doll" Jerome mischievously grinned at Oswald, It was obvious that for Jerome an apology wasn't enough. He was on for punishment and he had an idea already "He does owe you an apology"

"Yeah," Scarlet nodded, staring at anxious Oswald "So Oswald, where's my apology?"

"Scarlet," He gulped since he knew an apology wouldn't be enough to satisfy her "I-I do owe you an apology a-and I-I'm truly sorry. I-I shouldn't h-have let you h-hanging after all you've done for me. This wasn't right since we used to be friends. I-I hope you will a-accept my apology"

"Hmm," Scarlet pretended thinking "No, no I think you can do it better. Beg for my forgiveness! Or do you want me to let out all my anger on you? That wouldn't be pleasing for you"

"Scarlet, I beg your pardon!" Oswald knelt on the table, starting to beg "I was out of my senses! You must understand me, I haven't thought about my actions!" He sighed "You should give me another chance like I gave you a chance to work with me, remember? We both became a great team"

"I know," Scarlet sighed "That's why your deed was an even bigger disappointment. You practically turned me into Andy. Is that what friends do when the other needs help? I don't think so "Scarlet shook her head no "You've been a good friend to me, Ossy, but it's time to teach you a lesson. What do you think, J?"

"Yes," Jerome darkly grinned, staring at him. Oh, Oswald had to learn a lesson, though it wasn't time to kill him. Scarlet and he both knew they could make good use of him with the right teamwork, killing him would rather be a loss even though he deserved it. But Jerome already had an idea of what to do now.

"What do you want?" Oswald's breath hitched as he stared at both of them. They scared him just with their dark grins. He begged for forgiveness anyhow, he hoped none of them would neither kill him nor harm him in other ways. He'd offer them everything just to stay alive, he'd even offer them to be their butler, even if it scratched his ego enormously.

"I told you, Pengy," Jerome muttered, now his plan of Oswald's punishment could finally start "I'm gonna cure you of this sad sack mopey pack, as I will make sure Scarlet will accept your pitty apology instead of harming you for the treason you've committed on her," He paused "And the best cure is the laughing cure. Make us laugh"

"Make them laugh! Make them laugh!" The inmates chanted immediately. They wanted to see the big surprise Jerome had for all of them, too. He has praised this for a while but never told them what they would going to see.

"So what'll you be performing?" From the table that's right behind him, he grabbed a bowl of popcorn, sharing it with Scarlet "Contortionism, juggling act, a tight five? Oh. What's that?" Jerome held his hand on his ear as if he had heard a certain voice "You want to do a clown dance? What do you think, love?"

"A clown dance would be perfect for the foolish little Oswald who thinks he's better than others and doesn't need to care about his friends" Scarlet smiled at Oswald while the other inmates just cheered behind her. A clown dance was just marvelous!

"Wonderful," Jerome grinned amused, looking at some other inmates who already held a clown costume in their hand, specially made for Oswald. They just waited for him to put it on.

"I will not!" For Oswald a clown costume would be a huge degradation, he was no clown! He was no fool as would never make a fool of himself just for tho psychos! He wasn't Jim Gordon who gave in every time his plan didn't work and then tried to make it up with all the others around him! But no one reacted to his denial. The inmates with the clown costume walked to Oswald - no one in there accepted a no of him - the other inmates grabbed Oswald's hands and legs since he would try to flee from that act. He yelled they all should get their hands off him and leave him alone but it wouldn't work out. The inmates pushed him down to the table plate he was standing on and forced him to wear the costume.

"Just the sight of this is entertaining already," Scarlet chuckled, eating some popcorn "It's so funny to see how Oswald desperately tries to escape all of them and thinks we need to treat him with respect. Even though, he made clear he'd do anything for me now"

"Oh, you ain't seen nothing, yet, doll" Jerome chewed and kept watching the scene. Oswald stood there, wearing this silly costume, his shoes squeaking whenever he made a step. It was so embarrassing, he looked so silly! He was a laughingstock! If just his mother saw him... or his father! They both would be disappointed in him. They both would tell him what a mess he has made and that he now needs to deal with the consequences.

"In your own time," Jerome chewed while Scarlet applauded when Oswald stood up.

"You have no idea how I've suffered. The betrayals I've endured. Just leave me alone" Oswald squealed, starting to cry "Leave me alone" All his memories came up from the past until now, from all the things he suffered, the pain he felt - just everything.

"Cut!" Jerome yelled annoyed, standing up and walking to him. He should entertain all of them, especially Scarlet! He shouldn't sob like a baby! But of course, Jerome always had a band-aid for certain situations "Oswald, Oswald, Oswald. You are trapped in a prison in here" He tapped on his forehead "And I'm offering you the key. So, dance!" Immediately, the inmates poked with sticks on Oswald that it looked like he was dancing.

"Now we're talking!" Scarlet and Jerome chuckled amused about this, seeing Oswald being degraded, desperate, and embarrassed at the same time that it would drive him nuts -  "I can feel the funny coming. Here it comes! Here comes the funny! Again!" The inmates kept poking over and over again that it started hurting already - and they wouldn't stop because they all enjoyed the act, as well! It was torture but in a fun way - except for Oswald. It was driving him nuts, it was driving him mad. He wanted to punish Jerome for what he was doing to him now! He deserved it this time! And so, when the inmates stopped poking for a moment, he tried to jump on Jerome to probably punch him - but an inmate knocked him out with a punch that he would lay on the ground bleeding and twitching, not realizing what was going to happen next.

"Fred Astaire, you are not" In disappointment and maybe in annoyance, Jerome kicked Oswald's face so that he would bleed even more "I'll try again tomorrow, come on doll"

"You're a real shame, Oswald," Scarlet shook her head, kicking his stomach so that he would choke "Good for you, I'm in a good and will give you another chance tomorrow"

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Like the good old times (part53)

The raindrops were hitting the car's roof resembling marbles hitting a metal plate. The heavy clouds covered the sun and gave the city a dull atmosphere. It affected people's mood a lot, you could say the whole city felt lousy. People refused to go out and preferred to lay in bed. Some people even dared to go for a walk, but they slowly strolled over the sidewalks, being despondent, like zombies who longed for any food.

Horns were honking when the car drove through the streets, signaling the usual folks their commitment was of high importance. No traffic could hold them back from driving fast to their target. They wouldn't even mind killing people right now - their priority pertained to their caught murderer.

Here and there, people turned their heads in the car's direction; they were curious as they saw the big S.W.A.T van and 4 other police cars, two at the front and the end. Where were they driving to? Was it Arkham Asylum? Or any other usual jail? Did the police catch another murderer? Or were they about to haunt someone? Or did an Asylum inmate escape?

It was just like the first time, Scarlet was driven to Arkham Asylum by the police. The same weather, people who were watching the whole scenario, the same atmosphere, the same empty streets. For Scarlet it was just pleasing, this memory she has when she first sat on this call will never be forgotten. It was the time when she was about to murder her brother and his girlfriend. She remembered every single detail: the cries and begs from Adrian and Kyle, the sobs, the feared looks whenever she was playing with her knife, or the joyful moment when she could manage to kill Kyle - it was glorious to see all the pain in her brother's eyes, and remembering this made her feel even better.

"Like in the good old times," Scarlet let out a relieved sigh "It's been so long I've been sitting here in the car last. Must be like over three years but I remember the day as if it was yesterday," She then got in a comfy position, the chains on her legs and arms rattled "It was the day where I was about to kill my brother and his little bitch. Didn't work out that well though since I forgot the fucking neighbors who's been loving to spy on me and my family. Fucking cunt"

"No one's interested in your storytelling, Patel" One of the cops muttered annoyed "We all will be thankful if you shut up" He made the others laugh with it, of course.

"Try it, darling, make me shut up," Scarlet just grinned, "I bet your wife already looks for some fresh meat since she admitted to herself that your small dick can't satisfy her needs" Immediately, she saw this aggression in his eyes which he tried to suppress - probably because she was right. Reactions like these mostly revealed people's private problems. In this case, he and his wife presumably had a huge crisis: he was too lazy, he just thought of work and football, he didn't satisfy her needs in sex, he had no time for her anymore so she thinks of a divorce - things like that.

"Wow," Scarlet laughed "So you and your wife indeed have problems in bed. What is it? Is the sex not good enough? Do you get no boner? She's into stuff you're not into?" He loved to provoke this man because she saw it worked. It was so easy to play with his mind, as easy as to throw a ball. Through his reaction, he revealed his matrimony and his wife are his emotional sweet spots - and for people like Scarlet, it was a perfect tool to play with.

"You know nothing about me and my wife," The cop grumbled with gritted teeth, clenching his fists. Oh, you could tell he was in a rage, you could see he hated being treated like a toy, he hated that however Scarlet managed to find out about his private problems and played with them. She should be the victim here and not him. Oh, she will get what she deserves, the cop thought, she will learn not to mess with someone like him "You will see what-..."

"Dylan, don't," one of his colleagues held him back from trying to attack Scarlet, he of course knew Dylan was the one in the crew who always failed to stay professional. he always got a rise out of him from others. He was a too choleric person to stay calm and always got into trouble "She's just messing with your head. She's playing tricks on you, stay professional"

"He's right, Dylan," Scarlet grinned "Stay professional, don't show any kind of emotions. You and your colleagues surely know people like me can read you according to your different reactions. Thanks to your little aggression problem, I do know you're a choleric person. I do now know you can't stay calm when someone like me is provoking you - and this is good fodder for me, you know, you make it pretty easy for me to play with you, especially when it comes to your wife, right?" Scarlet chuckled bitterly. She was quite amused to have such an idiot like him in front of her who revealed all his emotions and feelings with just one look "I'm sure it's horrible for you to know your wife is secretly meeting other men whenever she tells you she's out with friends, right?"

"And I'm sure it was horrible to see to experience that even Jerome had the urge to kill you," Another cop said making the others laugh "It's pretty sad to realize that no one in this world loves and wants you"

"And it's pretty sad to see the only forte that makes you popular is mocking others. I mean, look at you: You don't seem very sporty according to fat belly, you don't seem very neat either. I bet you're still living at your mommy's, and when talking about girlfriends we all can see and know you never had one because you're searching for the true love - you will never find it, though, because no one wants to date you" Scarlet spatted. Did he think she would become aggressive just because he mentioned the incident with Jerome? - even though it was quite questionable where he got the information from since this happened at a private place, but at the same time she knew asking them about this would just show they aroused her interest.

"It's fun to see how you think you know about my private life," the cop scoffed with a burst of bitter laughter, scratching his head "Your manipulation tricks are poor, darling"

"But instead of being professional and ignoring me, you keep discussing. So apparently I'm not that wrong with my assumptions," Scarlet chuckled "Think about it! For someone who uses to playing cool and nagging at others, you're working poorly. If I was your boss I would have fired you already, all of you!" Start frowned at him "I know what you think now, though: you would never listen to someone like me because I'm a killer and my intentions are quite different than yours - but actually, we're both doing the same job"

"We will never be doing the same job," Another cop scoffed "You destroy lives and families while we are trying to protect them from lunatics like you"

"But if needed, you're capable to kill people - as I can do," Scarlet grinned "So you see? Our jobs are not that different. You try to teach people manners who aren't following your rules, I do that with mine. You try to show people what's right, as do I! We just have a different point of view on that"

All of the cops in the car just stared at Scarlet. She was insane. How could she think being a killer and a cop are the same things? They are not! Killers like her murder insidiously, they kill to be satisfied, they love chaos, and almost each of them has a sexual intention behind a murder - and that should be equal to a cop! Hell no! A cop doesn't murder someone with lust, he doesn't plan to murder anybody to satisfy their needs! A cop provides law and order: they arrest the evil, punish people for breaking a law, and only shoot if someone endangers others with weapons or else. That's the quite opposite of a killer!

The cops stopped paying attention immediately to her as the van was about to stop - the brakes squealed for several seconds and the wheels grinded on the ground. Some other people suddenly smashed the doors open, and the cops that sat next to Scarlet jumped out of the van.

Through the gunny sack, Scarlet smelled the dirt and fresh air as she heard the sand rubbing against the cops' soles whenever they made a step. They finally arrived, she thought, it was a long way from her home to Arkham. For half an hour she sat there in the van, surrounded by impolite cops. She didn't feel uncomfortable, not at all. The drive reminded her of the good old times when she and her family went on vacation by car. It was a quiet drive. No one ever said a word. Her father hated small talk while driving. He preferred concentrating on the traffic than listening to his children's experiences. Whenever someone broke this rule, he told them to shut the hell up in an angry tone. It was similar to what the cops told her: shut up, Patel!

Scarlet noticed some other cops stood up as the car rattled, they incurred her legs and grabbed her arms to push her out of the van. Finally, she felt the sandy ground under her feet. She was relieved. From all the driving with a rattling car, she felt a little dizzy.

"Home Sweet Home" A cop pulled the funny sack from her head so that she could view her new home - Arkham Asylum. It resembled a typical asylum from books. Windows with grids, and dark clouds in the sky give a dark atmosphere, an old construction of the building.

It was a little cliche-like: Through the dark clouds, it could give some people a strange feeling. Something like the evil itself is living there - well, yeah it's true.

"Home sweet home, indeed," Scarlet grinned, she was almost pleased to be in Arkham now. She could manipulate people, telling them she would be the one to help them to flee, and with all her charm she could wrap some stupid guards around her finger to get whatever she needed - like the good old times "Wow, the atmosphere seems to be as shitty as a few years ago. I'm impressed it did not worsen since, you know, uhm... have you seen the new wannabe criminals? They're gross! They resemble apes! I wouldn't wonder if they devastated the whole city" Exactly this sentence made the cops frown, did she say that? She was one of them! She was a part of this devastation program!

"What?" Scarlet shrugged "I don't damage things and harm people without a certain reason, I have my plans at least" Not saying any word, the cops grabbed her arms harshly and pulled her to the entrance. They were annoyed by her and even happier she won't bother them any longer in a few minutes. They walked along several floors past cops until they reached a door from a little cabin. Right in front of it, a fat and tall cop with a belly, who smelled like old cheese and Whiskey stood there, apparently waiting for Scarlet to come.

"Everything prepared for the little comeback?" One of the cops held her arm tightly, looking over to the fat, tall, and cheesy-smelling cop "Where's Rosanne?"

"Oh, Rosanne!" Scarlet cheered "I remember this loving woman. A fearful butch who shows no remorse. I'm not lying when I say she's the only woman who arouses me under her touch"And it was true what Scarlet said, she indeed was impressed and somehow aroused by Rosanna's appearance. Rosanna was a beast, a real butch under all cops and guards. She was a musculus monster, probably more male than most of the other guards and cops in Arkham. Any of her femininity has faded over the years. Her voice was as deep as a male, probably caused by the huge amount of cigarettes she was smoking during and after the shift. Also: Rosanna wasn't soft at all. She treated you like an object, she was the dominant one. Whenever you didn't behave, she forced you to behave - and she always won. She had such power in her arms and hands, it was unbelievable!

"Rosanne will be pleased about your comeback, too," The fat cop chuckled bitterly, of course, it was sarcasm. Rosanna hated Scarlet, she hated that Scarlet had such a sexual tension towards her, it made her aggressive - and that was the spot Scarlet loved to play with "But yes, pens and notebook are in the cell as another pair of clothes. E 145"

"Good," The cop nodded "Clothes are in the cabin?"

"Rosanne is already waiting for her" The fat cop smirked wide "And I can tell she's not in a good mood. She had a very stressful day today"

"Even better," Scarlet smirked "I'm sure, I can help her become a little more relaxed" She winked at the guy with a burst of maniacal laughter while the cops pulled her annoyed after them to the cabin. These stupid come-on lines are disgusting, they resembled harassment, something that often ended up in reality.

The cops walked with her along the floor, right to the cabin which was next to the rec room: Scarlet could take a look in it. It didn't change that much at all. Several inmates sat on the benches, mumbling, grumbling, playing with their hair, walking from one side to another, and some were talking to each other. Scarlet could just smile about this, how exciting would this be to meet new people who eventually fulfill her expectations?

"Rosanne! Guess who's excited to see you!" One of the cops smirked when he already heard Rosanne's rattling keys from standing up, then walking up to the cops and Scarlet - and there she was: Rosanne. The butch in person. She just gave Scarlet a bittersweet smile with the cigarette in her mouth, oh she was pleased to see Scarlet but not in a positive way. Rosanne couldn't wait to degrade her with the fact in Arkham she'll be just a number, she'll not even be called a human.

"Oh, hi, Rosanne," Scarlet grinned wide "Long time no see, don't you think? How have you been?" But instead of a real answer, Rosanna just glanced at her, dragging on her cigarette, and blew the smoke right into her face.

"I undertake this now," She said with her dark raspy voice, grabbing Scarlet's arm and pulling her into the cabin. Directly after closing the door, Rosanne started patting Scarlet down: she pulled out every knife, every pistol, and every other stuff that seemed to be an opportunity to harm people. Right after that, she forced Scaret to take the inmates' clothes. Scarlet though enjoyed the whole act. Rosanne's roughness was incredible - you had to undergo this!

When she was done, Rosanne grabbed her arm and pulled her to the rec room's door. the door that would bring Scarlet a new life unknowingly. Rosanne opened the door, opening Scarlet's handcuffs and pushing her through the door. You could see, Rosanne intended to bring her into this cell as fast as possible so that she would no longer bring chaos over people. And by locking the door, Scarlet became an inmate in Arkham - again, after all these years. It was just perfect! Now she could start with her plan: she could start seeking any stupid inmates with the ability to plan and get her the stuff she wanted and needed. She looked through the crowd, slowly walking past people to check them out. Most of them seemed to be absent from reality, they seemed depraved. They talked gibberish, tried eating their nails, and hit each other with some pencils or books and laughed about this. No one seemed to be a person with high intellect - at least not until she heard this quite familiar voice:

"Hello, my precious doll. It's been a while, isn't it? How about you gimme a kiss?”

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Will you arrest me, sir (part52)

A lot of time went by after Scarecrow aka Johnathan Crane told Scarlet to leave and continue her work, and ever since then, Scarecrow was like vanished. She didn't see him, she didn't hear from him anything. Not even the GCPD was trying to find him anyhow - it was like Scarecrow was a one-time project that has ended with a big failure.

This meant Scarlet was alone again. Indeed she could just walk back to Jerome but she decided against it. Why? Easy thing: Why would she crawl back to an idiot like him? Someone who couldn't accept she was right in creating new ideas for their plans? Why should she go back to someone who she had problems working with? There was no sense for her in working with him again. Working without him was much better. She could plan, it was all well-structured,  no one would insist on anything to do, no one would try to be better than her - it was just perfect!

And so she decided to keep doing her work alone - but of course, she wouldn't fully forget about Jerome. Oh no! She wanted to play a little game with him. Over the time she observed Jerome, she followed his actions, and became aware of all his plans and what he was about to do: he was looking for her. He was making plans how to get her back, he even thought of kidnapping her to keep her with him. The fact she just vanished after their little argument was driving him nuts. How did she dare to leave him?! How did she dare to just vanish?! To not tell him a word about what she's doing?! How did she dare to make him feel worthless?! She belonged to him! And only to him! There was no other person she was allowed to call her partner! She and he were meant to be! They were destined to be partners in crime!

And so Jerome tried to get back her attention. Several times he killed people in her name, several times he did great shows just in the hope she'd see all this and come back to him. He screamed her name, painted her name on walls and the streets, scratched her name on every victim, he even looked for her when walking through the crowd that was watching his assassins - but there was no Scarlet, no doll that was longing for him. Jerome was left alone by her. He couldn't proceed with that though, he needed to hear something from her, she had to react at some point! But there was nothing, no hi, no reaction to his kills, just nothing.

What he didn't know though, was Scarlet saw everything - and she enjoyed it all. She enjoyed seeing how clueless and desperate he was. She enjoyed he was craving her attention, she loved to see how badly he needed her right now. But of course, she also knew letting him wait too long for a response would just bring him in a bad mood and this wouldn't end up well - and so she wanted to set a sign: Like in good old times she costumed as an old lady, begging for some food and money and walking through Jerome's favorite spot of the city, and in some headless moments she either slit people's throat open or stabbed them to death. She enjoyed it completely killing people, the blood dripping down her hand, their bodies, and splashing in her face; she enjoyed their blank stares at nowhere when they were about to die, she enjoyed how easy it was to kill them since no one had a chance to defend themselves. Sure it wasn't as satisfying as if she wasn't planning some great killing shows, but it was like a drag on a cigarette as if she was a smoker - just satisfying her needs.

"Alrighty," Scarlet panted with a huge smile on her face as she positioned the corpses next to each other "Now I just need to scratch the letters in their skin" With the letters, she meant the letters of Jerome's name - as said, she wanted to set a sign for him to see she saw all his signs. She wanted this to be the response to all his assassins.

"Let's start with the J," Scarlet grabbed her knife and scratched a big J in the first victim's forehead, it started bleeding immediately. The blood was dripping down their face like a little river was originating from a lake "A beautiful big and fat J for Jerome"

"Perfect," She grinned when she looked at the face covered in blood "Just as messy as Jerome's little head is, right?" She then smeared the blood across the whole face with her hands "Yes, you just love to have it all messy and chaotic. We don't want to ruin it by any structure in it, right? This would just be too boring for you"

"But now let's come to the E," And so she continued her deed with the next corpses "And the R, and the O," and then she paused since her wrists started to hurt from the scratching "Wow, this is getting into your joints, eh?"

And then she started hearing the horns honking - the GCPD was coming, or more: They were about to get her. Usual criminals would start running away, not finishing their work  - but Scarlet always finished her work, she didn't mind if the GCPD stood in front of her, pointing their guns at her. She was a fighter, she wouldn't care whether Jim Gordon would catch her and bring her back to Arkham, she would always find a way out of this and continue her stuff.

"Time for some fun, I guess," She cackled as she continued to scratch the next letters into the corpses' foreheads "Little Jimmy ain't that far away and things need to be done before. What type of professional would I be if I didn't finish my work because of some foolish cops?"

"Hands up, Scarlet Patel!" You suddenly heard Jim Gordon's voice behind her "You're under arrest for convicted murder of 7 people! Put the knife down and turn around! Now!"

"Oh, hello Jim," Scarlet chuckled, turning around when she saw Jim, Harvey, and several other policemen pointing their loaded guns at her "Hey, Harvey! Long time no see, right? You've been looking older and older by the day. Aren't you too old for that job now?" She cackled "I'm just joking, don't worry" She then looked over to Jim "What are you gonna do now, Jim? My work's done here and will be continued elsewhere"

"Your work ends here," Jim claimed "You have no chance to escape this time! You're surrounded by cops and they'll shoot at my command if needed!" Jim didn't want to mess it up this time. Things should have ended when he met her in Arkham where she was working with Scarecrow. Things should have ended when she was sent to Arkham for the first time.

"Give up, Scarlet!" Harvey yelled, "Your time is up!"

"Giving up? No," She grinned "Right now is no time to give up. Now it's time to rise. It's time to set a sign, to start a fight! Gotham has become a place full of new faces! These new people are full of surprises, they're brilliant! They're masterminds! You can learn a lot from them, you know," Scarlet paused "But no one will be as great as me! I am the greatest showman here! There's no time for me to give up, Jim! It's time to show who's the star in the show!"

"But this battle is not yours, Scarlet!" Harvey yelled "You had your time to play your games and this game was your last! You have no chance to escape!"

"I don't?" Scarlet frowned ironically "Hm, let me look: Cops are surrounding me with their guns - okay. I have a few knives in my pockets to stab them, slitting their throats or just to harm them in any other way, and," Scarlet looked around at the lanes and houses in the hope to see an opportunity to escape "I see a fire escape staircase that will be my one-way ticket to freedom. Do you think I won't have a chance? Then you don't know me well enough"

"You and Jerome are quite similar," Jim told her, facing her. He knew what she was doing, she was trying to trick them. She tried to distract them with anything to fulfill her actual plan. But what was her actual plan? Was it just running away or was there a big boom behind it? Jim and his mates needed to be careful. Scarlet was full of surprises, she always had an ace in the hole.

"Oh, I know I know, Jimbo. Jerome and I are quite impulsive and unpredictable in our deeds. We play with people's minds, scare them off, ruin their lives, and yet the GCPD still didn't manage to catch us. Funny isn't it?" Scarlet laughed "But now, this is not the time to catch me, I have plans to follow"

This was the moment when Scarlet ran to the staircase that hung down from the house, of course, some cops stood in her way, waiting for Jim Gordon's command to shoot but Scarlet was faster. She grabbed all the knives she had in her pocket and threw them at the cops' heads whereas the blades kept stuck in their eyes which killed them instantly - and this made it easier for her to escape. Through this, several cops fell to the ground and she had a free way to reach the staircase climbing up.

"Shoot! But try not to kill her! We need her alive!" Jim Gordon yelled, running and climbing after her. The cops shot at Scarlet, they tried to hit her body whether it was just her leg, her knee, her arm, or her back - but nobody was able to shoot at her. She was too fast as she climbed up the ladder.

"See, Jim Gordon? That's how you make the impossible possible! You already tell people the end of the story, you already tell them about the surprise! They won't believe you at first but this is what you get!" Scarlet kept climbing up fast until she reached the door that lead to the roof of the building "Catch me if you can, Jim Gordon!"

Jim's adrenaline was pumping in his veins, he wanted to catch Scarlet as he caught Jerome - this was the perfect time for it! She was alone, she had no pals, and most of her weapons were out of use for killing the policemen - so all she might have was a gun with limited shots. She had to lose this game, and even if not he'd do anything to catch her and bring her back to Arkham Asylum. Scarlet was out long enough, she made enough chaos and brought enough darkness over Gotham - it was time to end this. He kept climbing after her, as fast as he could, sometimes he even had the chance to grab her ankle but she was too strong and kicked herself free from his grip. Right after that Scarlet broke the door open that lead inside the house, right to the hallway where you could reach the house's roof. For Scarlet, it was just perfect: not only that she temporized through a plank she noticed next to the door, but also the roof gave her a big opportunity to flee. She could jump from roof to roof or flees through another staircase.

"Fuck!" Scarlet heard Jim Gordon yell when he tried to open the door that lead upstairs to the roof. Scarlet found that glorious, so she had enough time to run upstairs and try to find a way out of this little problem she had with the GCPD.  She heard Jim try to open the door the whole time, but it failed since the plank impeded this - so amusing, isn't it?

"It's just perfect," Scarlet talked to herself as ran upstairs, opening the door to the roof "Alrighty, now I need to find a way to flee without the cops catching me"

Scarlet immediately ran out onto the roof and checked where she could jump to the next roof or where she could climb down - the problem was: there was no opportunity to flee this time. The roofs next to the house were too far away to jump over, she could die if she jumped - that was guaranteed. There was neither another ladder nor any pipe where she could climb down the roof. She was fucked!

"Fuck!" She hissed, jogging to the edge of the roof to check the height "That's too high to jump down. That will kill me," She looked around wondering whether there was something useful she could use as a band-aid "Of course, there's nothing to use. It sucks!"

"Patel!" She suddenly heard Jim Gordon's voice, he somehow managed to open the door to reach the top of the roof. When she turned to him, Jim and Harvey stood in front of her, pointing their guns at her "Your journey is over now!"

"Wow," Scarlet chuckled amused, indeed they were right and there was no way out of this situation anymore, but is that a reason to lose your charm? "Can you believe this happens here? We three standing on a roof and I have no chance to escape. So, you won! It's over for me!" Provocatively, she reached her arms put to them "Come on, detain me"

"There's something fishy here, Jim," Harvey commented, still glancing at Scarlet suspiciously "She's playing with us!"

"Wouldn't be the first time she's doing that," Jim muttered "You don't need to play fool with us, Scarlet! We know what you're trying to do! But this time this won't work!"

"Oh, but I'm doing nothing," She chuckled "I know my time is over. I mean," She looked around "Do you see any opportunity for me to flee? I don't. You're blocking my only way out with your man. It's too high to jump down the roof, it's too risky to jump on another roof, as it's too risky to fight against all of you and your men with my little knife I have. I would be dumb if I did that"

"You are no type to surrender, Patel," Jim uttered, he couldn't quite figure out what she was doing right now, her behavior now was untypical for her "You would never give on something so easily. You're too megalomanic and eager for that"

"This game you play is just a means to an end! You try to stall us while your pals wait for your command to plan the next assassin in Gotham City!" Harvey yelled.

"Wow, I'm impressed with what you think about me. I didn't expect you to expect me to be that smart," Scarlet grinned "But you know, eagerness isn't the key to success. You might know that," She let out a deep breath "And we all just wanna be realistic: the chance to flee successfully is close to 0. If I was mouthy now, praising that I’m marvelous and always find a way out, I'd just make a fool of myself," What they all didn't know though, was Scarlet already made plans how to escape in Arkham - she had would to it like the last time she tried: finding fellas she could make plans with and then escaping in the middle of the night - and everything she's doing and saying right now belonged to the plan. The details would follow for sure "And pals," Scarlet shrugged "I have no pals who'd pick me up, none is listening to my commands. I'm all alone, check on me if you don't believe me"

"You're lying"

"Oh, am I?" Scarlet frowned, now starting to mess with their heads "What do you expect me to do? Grabbing my phone," she did as she said and held it against her head "And calling my pal to say: 'Start bombing the down and pick me up from the roof as planned!'?" She started to cackle when they now pointed their weapons at her head "Please, this is so ridiculous! That's probably something Jerome would do but not me. I am way smarter than him - except right now"

"This doesn't feel right, Jim," Harvey told him "Something is off about this. Why would she voluntarily give up and put up with getting arrested in Arkham?"

"Because she knows she'll find new people who follow her since she knows how to manipulate them," Jim told him "She knows Arkham hasn't changed that much besides the new guards and a new director"

"You're so right, Jim," Scarlet smiled walking straight towards them "I'm impressed. But as you know every worker needs a break in their jobs, right? As do I. Things have gone wrong, they've been messed up, and people went crazy. I need some time off at a place that gives me new ideas and visions, and Arkham is just perfect for it!" She then reached her arms out to them "Now will you arrest me, sir?"

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The Fall (part51)

"You think he killed himself after all? What do you think, did he suffer enough?" Scarlet whispered when she and Scarecrow waited in the same room Jim ran off after he was poisoned with the toxin. They didn't know whether he came back or anything or what he would become. All they hoped was him either dying in fear or killing people under their command "Or do you think he became a freak?"

"Jim Gordon is a clever man, it won't be easy to trick him. He will try to fight against the toxin, he will try to tell himself this might all just be an illusion," Scarecrow explained "Though he won't expect I was prepared for this either when I mixed it. Soon enough he will feel what fear truly is"

"As I wasn't prepared for you showing sympathy for me?" Scarlet frowned at him with crossed arms "What has changed your thoughts about me? I know that I'm quite impressive and charming, just didn't expect I'd convince you feom me that fast"

"Sometimes it might be advantageous to have a pal who supports your work and plans," Scarecrow stated "We're quite similar, Scarlet, didn't you notice? We long for the same bliss, we want to set signs in Gotham the people should recognize" he paused "Wouldn't it a waste of time not working together?"

"I thought you needed some more time to trust me," Scarlet chuckled amused, but good for her! She was one step closer to get taught in mixing the toxin, which was her only goal for now.

"I do not offer you to show mixing the toxin," He claimed and he didn't think of doing it in the next time either "I merely offer you to be my pard at work"

"Crane? Patel?" Where are you?" You suddenly heard Jim Gordon yell, before Scarlet could even answer. You heard him stepping through the rooms, something went wrong though - why wasn't he freaking out? He seemed normal, being concentrated on the situation, thinking about what he's gonna do next - but why didn't the toxin work on him? What was so different on him? Why was he the same Jim Gordon he used to be? "Crane? Patel?"

This was the moment where Jim Gordon stormed back into the dark room where Scarecrow and Scarlet already waited for him. Immediately he got attacked by Scarecrow trying to kill him with his scythe, then Scarlet trying to attack him with her knife - but Jim could swerve with punching Scarecrow right into his face after nudging Scarlet back against a wall. Now, Jim had a short moment to breathe, a short moment to watch them, what they gonna do next. He didn't lose his eye contact from Scarecrow and Scarlet, he permanently switched the eye contact between them. He first watched Scarecrow bobbing up, as did Scarlet - they both stared at him, Scarlet even more terrifying than Scarecrow did, you could see she was the one who had the big wish to see him dead than Scarecrow. But both had this shining in their eyes, this certain glowing that showed up whenever they wanted to kill someone, and this time it was him.

"I'm impressed, Jim," Scarlet grinned, she indeed knew something was going weong in this case, but showing their cluelessness was definitely no option. She preferred to play with Jim, while figuring out what to do next "You're tougher than we thought," She glanced at him "But where's your partner Harvey? Where are your other pals? Why are you trying to defeat us all alone?"

"I could ask you the same, Scarlet," Jim glanced at her "Where's your partner Jerome? People murmured you two were unseperable and now you go parted ways"

"Well, well," Scarlet chuckled, shrugging "Everything has an end right? Life, a career, friendship, even the terrific time Jerome and I had - but it doesn't matter, you know why?" She glanced at Scarecrow for a while "He's quite more my taste"

"He will come and try to get you back," Jim murmurred "Even if he destroys the whole city. He won't hesitate to kill all the people that stand in his way to get you"

"Oh, I know, Jerome's always been a little drama queen, but you know: the show must go on and it continues with you" She cackled and swungly tried to ramm the knife in Jim's body but Scarecrow stopped her immediately.

"Hold on, Scarlet," He stopped her, then looking over to Jim Gordon who already cowered in self-defense. It was true, he was no freak. He was not acting weird! He wasn't screaming and shuddering in fear! He was not running around shooting at others! What was going on?! "How did you do that? How did you defeat the toxin? It's impossible!"

"I overcame my fear" Jim calmly told him, not breaking the eye contact. He could see the rage in Scarecrow's eyes, the despair and cluelessness. He knew he fucked up. He could see Scarecrow had no plan what else to do now since his only weapon, the toxin, wasn't working on Jim Gordon.

"Liar!" Scarecrow yelled, trying to attack Jim Gordon again, but again he failed. When he tried to ram the scythe in Jim's body, Jim could stop this with holding the scythe and threw it away from him that Scarecrow had no chance to kill him "You liar! You can't just stop being afraid!" And again Scarecrow put his mask off while grabbing a knife from his pocket "You can only become your demon like I did!"

"No. You have a choice, Johnathan. Whatever your father was, he didn't want this for you. You need help." Jim tried to open his eyes. Johnathan could be a normal guy like him without fear, without the violence. He didn't need to be like his father to prove something, he could be someone better. He didn't need to poison people to feel satisfaction, he could do something else instead.

"No, Crane!" Scarlet hissed angrily, she knew what Jim was trying to do but this should never work "He's just trying to manipulate you, don't you see? He wants to pull you on his side! This side that's full of laws and rules, where people have no free will! Do you want that? Do you want to put your mind back in a prison where you need to change yourself and become someone you don't want to be?"

"My father thought that I was weak," Johnathan then spoke "My whole life. Scared little Johnathan" To Scarlet's bad luck, Crane was in deep thoughts about his past life. He remembered everything his father told him and did to him, what his father thought about him - and so he made no move. But Scarlet couldn't attack him either out of the blue. It wasn't the right moment, she needed to wait!

"Okay," Jim said, slowly stepping toward him "I can help you. Let me help you" He hoped he calmed Johnathan down from his high, he hoped Johnathan would overthink the situation and eventually choose the right path.

"Crane!" Scarlet shouted "Don't fuck it up now, you do know what to do! You're not as dumb as many others who got tricked by him! You're better!" She hoped he would wake up from his little daydream.

"But I'm not weak anymore," Johnathan said after a while for himself - and this was the moment where Scarlet grinned for herself - she knew it, he was better "And I will never go back to being that boy!" He pretended to stab Jim Gordon that he got distracted. At the same time he grabbed Scarlet's wrist, pulling her to him and hucked a shelf and boxes down, away from a hidden door to flee.

"What are you doing?! I thought we wanted to kill him!" Scarlet yelled at Scarecrow, being angry and quite irritated. She didn't understand his conduct at all. Fleeing was never an option, not even for situations like these!

"I go over to my band-aid," Scarecrow told her but we need to hurry up for this"

***

"Crane?" You heard Jim Gordon yell through the floor "Crane? Patel?!"

"The demon is here! The demon who haunts and tortures you is here!" Scarecrow yelled as Jim Gordon opened the door to the certain room "The one who poisoned your minds! Destroy him and free yourself from his tyranny!"

This was the moment where the inmates in this room attacked Jim Gordon, screaming, yelling, and laughing. They believed Scarecrow, they believed him every single word what he said. They nudged Jim Gordon, triedu to bite him, punch him, tried to tug on his hair - Jim tried to fight back with the knife he had in his pocket still and tried to hold them back from their actions they wanted to do on him. It worked at first when just three or four were around him, but then more and more surrounded him, tall ones, big, fat, and musculous inmates who weren't able to be tricked with that little knife. Jim tried to stab them instead, but it didn't work when one of the inmates got the opportunity to push Jim against the wall.

"Kill him!" Scarecrow demanded as he watched this whole scene with Scarlet, but his wish wouldn't become true. When Jim was pushed against the wall, he got the opportunity and grabbed the fire drencher and pushed this tall inmate back away from him and splashed the water right into the inmate's face. Suddenly he saw a change in his facial expression. The inmate looked confused, what was he doing there? Why did he have a wet face? What has happened? Why couldn't he remember anything? He lost the darkness in his eyes, he lost the aggression, and seemingly the wish to kill anyone. He seemed normal again, he did nothing when he glanced at Jim Gordon. He behaved like a normal human being again.

"Water. Right," For Jim Gordon it was a big relief to know how to wake these people up that they wouldn't listen to Scarecrow's command anymore. Just as he tried to splash the water on the next inmate, another inmate nudged Jim that he lost the drencher and was again surrounded by poisoned inmates. He quickly looked around the room, there was nothing besides the drencher was it? No sink, no bucket of water, no water bottles - until he looked up at the ceiling and saw the sprinkler system - this was it! Just as another inmate tried to attack him, Jim kicked the table, standing there, against the inmate that he fell and the table was just in perfect position. Then he saw the burning bin next to the window where he could grab a piece of burning material, jumped up and held it under the sprinkler system - and it started to literally rain in the room.

And within one finger snip, all the inmates' behaviors changed completely.

"Damn it!" Scarecrow hissed and started to run. He didn't know that water was this one factor that would withdraw the toxin's effect. Now that Jim Gordon knew this, it wasn't worth it continuing the actual plan he had, it wouldn't work anymore, and simply attacking him with a knife wouldn't immediately kill him either. He needed some time to think again. Time to create something new, something more dangerous and more water resistant.

But for now he needed to leave.

"Water?!" Scarlet snapped, running after him "You didn't consider the effect might get withdrawed by water?!" Oh, she was pissed. Like water? Really? Such a simple thing? That was childish! That was dumb! How could he not know this when working with chemicals?! "That's bullshit man! I thought you knew what you do!"

"I did!" Scarecrow yelled at her "My father never told me water is the only way to escape the fear toxin! He never told me that water is this one factor that destroys the mixture's effect!" He didn't understand that either? Why the water? What did the water have that it lets the toxin stop operating?! Water has no real and special virtues like other elements in chemistry! Water was practically boring! So what was it then?!

"You shouldn't just have trusted your father's words, silly!" Scarlet yelled a little more aggressive "You should have thought by yourself when mixing this! Replicating is easy, but creating is more effective! You as chemist should know this! You know what?! We're fucked now!"

"Don't tell me what I already know!" Scarecrow yelled "I need time to think, time to recreate everything. I need to write down the formulas new, I need to find the reason why water is this one certain fa-..."

"Then hurry the fuck up! We have no time for rethinking for years and trying to figure out how things go right! This is a fucking emergency and you gonna fix that quickly! Understood?!"

"I do know how to fix this," Scarecrow hissed, then glancing at her "Leave! Vanish! Mind your own business! I will find you when I'm done with this, I will find you when we continue our work!"

"What?" Scarlet frowned irritated "Are you kidding me?! You puss out after a mistake you've made?!" What has gotten into him?! It was no time to give up right now! It was time to fight! Fight against the GCPD! Fight against everyone in the city! It was time to rise up! It was time to becone a somebody in Gotham!

"I give you a chance to continue!" Scarecrow yelled "I don't need you right now, I need me, myself, and I and time! Time which I don't have when you're around! I'll let you know when I'm done with my work!" And suddenly he changed the direction he was running and left Scarlet alone.

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Vengeance is sweet (part50)

"Let's come to the next part of my plan," Scarecrow told Scarlet as they walked across the halls right to the group cells "The further plans will be hard to fulfill alone. We need helpers, we need workers to do the little work since we shoot for the moon"

"For sure, Mr. Crane," Scarlet smirked amused when she just saw his annoyed look at her through the mask. You could see he didn't like it. He wasn't Mr. Crane, he wasn't Johnathan - he was Scarecrow. He wasn't the scary little boy from three years ago, he was a monster, he was the new shadow of Gotham City.

"My father was Mr. Crane," Scarecrow spat annoyed. He hated it when people called him like that. He was Scarecrow! The fearful Scarecrow! Even though he enjoyed being compared to his father, he secretly knew he was better than him.

"But now you are," Scarlet chuckled amused "You are the great Johnathan Crane, greater than your father already. He would be proud of you, don't you think? His son becomes a real villain in Gotham City, a famous one anyway!"

"I'm famous for my scarecrow-looking and my toxin, not for my last name," Scarecrow uttered.

"You should take my compliments if I make some," Scarlet scoffed as she kept walking with him to the group cell for Scarecrow's next part of the huge plan. He wanted to create a little army of people who got in contact with the toxin and who survived the toxin by killing their fears - which meant they involuntarily killed people.

Scarecrow and Scarlet then finally entered the room where some of the craziest people lay in their beds, chained, screaming, whining, and hysterically laughing, but ready to escape at any time - they wouldn't care whether they needed to kill a man or not, they would risk their lives for one escape.

"Brothers and sisters," Scarecrow let his scythe touch the beds while he walked to the center of the room "Look at you: Prisoners, all of you. My father would have freed you. But he was killed," He walked up to one of the inmates "Murdered by the GCPD! Men who couldn't understand."

In response, the chained inmate roared at him, probably because he tried to become aggressive to push his adrenaline kick since he saw Scarecrow as an enemy. He didn't even listen to him, probably because he didn't even want to. He wanted to fight him, he wanted to eliminate him - his voice or his mind said so.

"But they will," Scarecrow deeply eyed him "For you will be my army! But it's not only me, you will assist my new partner, Scarlet, as well" He glanced at her, he didn't consider seeing Scarlet as a partner, yet, though he knew calling her anything else in this situation would be unprofessional "And those men who killed my father hall truly know fear" And this was the moment where he sprayed the toxin in the man's face.

The man screamed, kinda in fear, kinda in aggression. He tried to break the chains with all his strength - completely in vain. He had no chance to escape, and so he inhaled the toxin one, two, three times - until his body started trembling, his muscles twitched, and his screams for help slowly resembled a burst of maniacal laughter. This was the sign the toxin worked on him well, he saw his biggest fear, but he didn't want to run away from it, he wanted to defeat it according to his movements and built fists.

"Didn't know it doesn't take you any effort to convince you from me," Scarlet hummed amused "I thought it's gonna be more," She paused, walking straight to him "Difficult"

"You shouldn't believe everything that's been said" Scarecrow claimed "Credulity often leads to death" He walked along the other beds, spraying the toxin on each head of the inmates. All reacted the same way as the other dude - screaming, laughing, trying to escape and break the chains.

"Credulity is often played as a trick to exploit the other person. You make someone believe they're right with everything they're saying and that you fall for his strategy while I just profit from the situation" Scarlet scoffed "Don't you think I knew it? How ridiculous would it sound if you just said I'm anybody but your partner? But with this, you shot yourself in the foot. The more you present me as your partner, you lie to yourself and it's just me who's profiting from this. Sure for you it might be a big push calling me your partner, but you just lie to yourself in the end. Sure, you can profit from it all like reaching fame and power... but I know you're not fucked up enough to just accept it"

"Don't underestimate me, Mrs. Patel," Scarecrow faced her, eyeing her deeply as he sprayed the toxin at the last inmate in the group cell "I'd say I'm experienced and clever enough to know what I'm doing and how to proceed things right"

"Nobody likes smartasses, dickface," Scarlet grumbled "Not even in that business"

"Look, who's talking" Scarecrow chuckled, "You shouldn't advise people you don't follow, eh?" He slowly walked towards her "My father taught me a professional is only a professional who follows his own rules and advice, otherwise, you've got a squalid clown"

"And you should learn from me that mouthy people won't live much longer if they don't shut up" Scarlet hissed angrily "Better not goad me!"

Scarecrow said nothing for now, he just looked at all the inmates, checking on the toxin's reaction: all of the inmates reacted the same, they tried to break the chains to fight, they laughed hysterically, they mumbled anything unclearly - they seemed to be ready for what he has planned. For a discussion with Scarlet, he had no time to discuss with her stupid things that can be simply ignored or left not commented on. He needed to focus on his plan. He knew after knocking out several guards and the director, he knew the GCPD would arrive soon - just as he wanted - so he needed to hurry up with certain things.

"Scarlet, as much as I enjoy threatening each other, I have no time to continue this," He faced her "I follow a plan, which you should, too. You can either remain silent and follow my instructions for now, or you leave. I'm sure to satisfy your needs you know best what to do" And so he started unleashing the inmates.

Scarlet just muttered some unclear words for herself, she hated that Scarecrow knew how to have an egg on her face. It reminded her of her brother whenever he was making fun of her or blamed her in front of their parents. She didn't need another person to do that to her again. Of course, through all her anger and aggression she could have killed him or attacked him in any way - but she also knew this was something Scarecrow would expect from her to nag she was unprofessional, and so she remained quiet and helped him to unleash the inmates.

"You surprise me," Scarecrow claimed as he unleashed the last  "You're capable of being quiet and following my instructions than becoming an aggressive and mouthy lunatic"

"I'm full of surprises," Scarlet sarcastically said "You shouldn't judge a book by its cover, Crane. This often leads you to problems, right?"

***

After they unleashed all the inmates, a real massacre in Arkham started. The inmates went crazy, they killed the guards and other men brutally - they beat them to death, they ate them alive, they shot at people when they grabbed the guards' guns for fun, and they attacked each other - Arkham became a huge mess. Blood was smeared on the ground and the walls, dead people lay in a puddle of blood, shelves, books, and several magazines laid astray on the groundScarlet and Scarecrow though watched this glorious scene at the monitors of the guards' office. It amused them a lot to the big mess they'd made, especially Scarecrow was proud of himself. His plan worked! The inmates did such a good job, now he just waited for Jim Gordon to come!

"The GCPD takes a long time to come over, do you think they noticed any of your work?" Scarlet frowned, they indeed waited a long while for any sign like police officers running through Arkham, any sirens hearing from outside - or else. But there was nothing, yet, no GCPD, no officers, no nothing.

"They will come," Scarecrow muttered, he was annoyed by her permanent nagging about this, even though this time she might be right with it. The GCPD did indeed take a long time to arrive at certain places, but not that long "It won't take so long anymore"

"You say that for the fourth time now," Scarlet spatted "It's becoming ridiculous, don't you think? Thank God we're not on the TV!" She made fun of him to pressure him, first, he had oh-so-big words and now it's all a flop. Kinda embarrassing for a mouthy wannabe villain, isn't it?

"Impatience is one of the biggest sins in a villain's business, don't you know?" Scarecrow looked at her "It can ruin most of your plans if you exaggerate. So you should keep your mouth shut and wait silently" He demanded and kept watching the tv to see whether anything has changed, yet, or not.

Then suddenly he heard footsteps through the tv. Someone was walking down the hall, along with all the creatures Scarecrow has made with his toxin, someone who got not poisoned by Scarecrow since his footsteps were calm and on point. This person seemed to know where to walk along to find something certain. They seemed to be concentrated since they were silent, not talking, barely breathing, and slowly walking. It seemed a little odd, though. Who would voluntarily enter the asylum after the mess Scarecrow has made? It was too dangerous for normal human beings, they wouldn't come out alive anymore.

"What's this?" Scarlet leaned forward to the tv, watching closely who walking along the halls - he couldn't believe her eyes, it was Jim Gordon. But alone? Where was Harvey? Or the other officers? Why weren't there any sirens? No screaming, yelling, or shooting? It all seemed a little suspicious "Jim Gordon all alone? Quite untypical for a man who thinks he could lead an army of people who stand by him with every decision he makes"

"Ah, it's you," You could see the grin under Scarecrow's mask when he saw how Warden was attacking Jim, trying to bite and kill him with the weapon he's got from earlier. When he watched Jim closely, he remembered everything, how Jim Gordon killed his father, how little Johnathan Crane had to watch this horrible scene and lost the last beloved member of his family thanks to a cop who had no reason to shoot him "You came" With a deep relieved breath, Scarecrow left reality and dived into the world of his plan he made for Jim which he could now finally fulfill.

"Brothers and sisters," He spoke through the microphone, Scarlet was just watching him. She was amused by his sudden euphoria, she could see this fire in his eyes. She knew what he was thinking of, he wanted Jim Gordon to die through his toxin - but he didn't do it quickly like any other boring villain, Scarecrow played with him "The enemy is here!" Scarecrow pressed a button where he released the worst developed of his monsters. The gate opened and immediately they ran to Jim Gordon.

"Crap" You heard Jim Gordon say, the only defense he had was Warden's noe stolen gun with a limited munition. He didn't know how many times he was able to shoot, 2 or 3 times maybe? If he's lucky, a little more? But he also had no clue how else to defend himself. Just punching them wouldn't knock them out completely, would it? He needed weapons, but there weren't any - so the only left option was to run, and he did. He ran away from them as fast as he could, but he didn't know that Scarecrow was already prepared for his reaction. Since he was watching him through the camera, he saw everything like what Jim did, that he was thinking through his facial expression, he could see his nervousness, his anxiety - he could see Jim Gordon as a whole. So right now, since he was trying to flee, Scarecrow pressed another button, an alarm was buzzing to lock the gates that Jim couldn't leave.

"Tonight, Detective, you will pay for what you've done!" Scarecrow claimed as Jim bumped against the gate "Tonight, you will know fear!" And the fight started.

"What a lovely idea with the fight," Scarlet admitted, watching this glorious scene of how Jim Gordon desperately tried to save his ass "Weakening the enemy before the actual fun starts might be an option to use more often in plans" She especially talked about her plans. It was something she never really used in her plans, she was more a fan of slowly torturing to death or manipulating people to let them feel guilty about what they have done to her. Why didn't she come to the idea of playing with her victims like a crocodile with its food?

"I'm surprised you never planned on doing that, it's one of the simplest things criminals do" Scarecrow kept watching, Scarlet was a little foolish in his eyes, sometimes she tried to be as professional as she always claimed but she was just a little poor worm. Otherwise, he knew, if she was doing her work, it was perfect. 99% of her plans worked well, she always achieved her goal if she wanted to, and even if she made a mistake in her plans she could correct it - so actually, he could profit from her a lot, if he decided to keep her as a 'partner'.

"I have my preferences, you have yours" Scarlet sarcastically smirked at him before she continued to watch the fight. Even though this comment scratched her ego, she remained calm. She wasn't like Jerome who immediately exploded like a bomb after every little comment someone was making.

Jim Gordon desperately tried to shoot at the freaks, but oh no! He had no munition. In his face, you could see he was clueless, scared, and desperate. He had no plan for what to do next, he couldn't flee, and the strength in his arms wasn't enough to knock them down. So what now? He couldn't lose the fight, he couldn't let Scarecrow win this game! The only option left was....his pistole! This was his chance to win! Immediately pulled his pistol out of his pocket and shot at the freaks - and it worked, they ran away from him after he shot some of them down.

"Alright, Mr.Cop," Scarecrow chuckled amused after a while Jim stared at the camera, completely exhausted from the fight. He was happy to live after the freaks tried to bite him, tried to grab his gun to shoot him, and God knows what else they would have tried with him if he didn't have his pistol to defend himself "Let's have some real fun"

***

"Crane? Patel?" You heard Jim Gordon ask as he recognized two dark figures in the director's office he was walking through, that were lightened by a flash of lightning from the storm outside, but he wasn't sure whether it was them or just other freaks that were hiding in there. Jim remained careful though, he was still ready to shoot, there was enough munition to shoot them two down.

Another lightning lightened the room and now recognized the first figure - it was Scarlet Patel, smirking again with crossed arms.

"Watch out, Jimbo," She chuckled maniacally, as Jim turned around but got hit by Scarecrow smashing his scythe on his head. Immediately Jim fell to the ground, he wasn't lucky he wasn't knocked out by Scarecrow. Sadly though, he let his pistol fall anywhere on the ground where he couldn't find it. He looked around whenever another lightning lightened the room, but it was nowhere to be found. He then tried to get up but Scarecrow was faster, he pressed him back on the ground with his scythe.

"I told you to watch out, Jim,", Scarlet kneeled to him "You should have listened to me, now you need to take the consequences"

"Do you believe in fate?" Scarecrow asked Jim, as he pressed the scythe's blade against Jim's throat "I didn't before today, but you, sir, have made me a believer. Of all the policemen in Gotham, it was you. You came," Surprisingly then, Scarecrow put his mask off - you could see he was a younger boy, approximately Scarlet's age. Scarlet was surprised either. His talking and his acting didn't fit him or his age in her opinion, she would have assumed him a little older.

"Johnathan" Jim remembered him, he remembered when he saw him for the first time. It was the day he shot his father since he was about to kill several people with a toxin. His father became crazy and wanted to see everybody either dying of fear or watching people developing to anything inhuman if they defeated their fear - as he did with his son Johnathan "What happened to you?"

"Well, first, you killed my father"

"Your father was insane! He was trying to kill you!" Jim tried to make him clear but failed. Johnathan stared at him blankly, he didn't realize Jim was right. The only thing that mattered in his eyes was that Jim Gordon killed his beloved father, the one and the only person he had and needed in his life.

"He tried to help me! Help all mankind! Scarlet's father you should have murdered for the things he had done in his life" Scarecrow hissed at Jim, shortly before he glanced at Scarlet. She was completely irritated. Why did he defend her? Why did he tell Gordon he should have saved her? Was this sympathy or was this strategy?

"He was a murderer!"

"He was a pioneer! A genius!" Johnathan yelled "He taught me we can live our entire lives imprisoned by our fears, or we can embrace them" He glanced at Scarlet again "Back off, Scarlet" And then he sprayed the fear toxin right into Jim Gordon's face. Scarlet immediately started laughing, it was so wonderful to see what a pity Jim Gordon would become. She already knew the result: he would become a freak like all the others you couldn't stop, who shooting around, killing others, someone you needed to imprison.

"You should know that better than anyone," Scarecrow said, stepping close to Jim "What will you see I wonder. What scares you the most?" He chuckled amused. You could see the more Scarlet or Scarecrow moved forward toward Jim, the more he backed off and crawled back against the wall, trying to melt with the room's wall. He was scared you could see that, he was like a little lamb surrounded by a wolfpack.

"I'm already excited to meet you in hell, Jim," Scarlet cackled "We'll gonna have so much fun together"

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The Toxin's effect (part49)

"Will you keep staring at me or finally tell me how to mix this toxin? I don't like to waste my time on any stupid hoax" Scarlet crossed her arms with a frown after she and Scarecrow entered a house far away from the city. She thought he'd show her his little skills and tricks, but instead, he just kept staring at her the whole time silently like a psychopath his new victim. He seemed clueless, maybe a little overwhelmed. He had no idea what to do now, but at the same time, he didn't want to seem idiotic so he just stared at her.

Scarecrow was thinking though, thinking of what to do with Scarlet. He knew her, she liked manipulating people and using them for her good. He knew Scarlet just wanted to learn how to mix a toxin to kill more and more people, she just wanted to exercise her power over something she couldn't control, yet. But teaching her without profiting from the situation? Nah, Scarecrow wouldn't be a fan of it. If he showed someone his tricks and secrets it would be someone he trusted a lot, someone with who he had a strong bond - but this wasn't Scarlet. He didn't trust her at all, the reason he wanted her to be with her now, he didn't know either. Maybe it was because his father never reached this goal to have her with him. His father never had the chance to touch her, to speak with her, to look at her; he never had the chance to experience Scarlet as a whole - but Scarecrow did. He had all this, he now could do whatever he wanted to do with her, but for that, he needed to have an idea at first.

"Alright," Scarlet chuckled, walking a few steps forward to Scarecrow and looking at him deep into his eyes "I know this may be something big for you since your father never had the chance to get me, you can't believe that I'm standing in front of you and that you have the chance to fulfill all your hidden plans if you approach it correctly. But you never thought this would become true, right? You thought it remained a dream"

"Your manipulation tricks ain't working on me, Scarlet," Scarecrow claimed "My father and I studied you and your behavior long enough to know you are just a dazzler. Your behavior is a pure show consisting of hiding all your fears and insecurities from all the people that might not treat you with respect"

"Oh really?" Scarlet chuckled amused "You seem to know me better than I do but don't all the fans know the celebrities better than themselves?" she started joking "But jokes aside, I bet you hide all your fears behind your little costume. You're not a strong fearful man, behind your mask you're a little boy that never got a voice and right now, you're trying to show the world that you've been underestimated by everyone"

"I could say the same to you. You're nothing but a broken girl. You've never got the love and attention from your mommy and daddy which kids need. You got only hate and indignity in your life, no one told you they were proud of you when you did a task, and no one has ever told you they loved you when you needed it most" Scarecrow looked Scarlet deep in the eyes - he knew he got her. The shining and joy in her eyes faded completely and her eyes darkened - everything that was connected with joy, happiness, and excitement just vanished.

"At least I don't need a mask to cover my insecurities and fears," Scarlet chuckled darkly "See, a mask just signals to other people that you are too scared to show all of us your face and personality. You're too scared that anybody would recognize you and report you to the police, your too scared of the incoming consequences you need to go through afterward"

"You may be right at some point," Scarecrow started walking around Scarlet "Not everybody loves this thrill like you. Some prefer to hide in the dark as I do," Scarecrow stopped right behind her, he now had an idea of how to make use of her "But you see, before I show my weapon's secrets, I would prefer making a pact between you and me. I don't trust people like you. People like you lie a lot, they prey on everyone they see as a victim, they're megalomaniacs who think they could reach any goal in the world to become the greatest showman. But as well, I know people like you are huge fans of pacts and contracts since these guarantee you the benefit from any situation"

"Wow, someone's playing the high-intelligent card," Scarlet chuckled amused "You're not wrong, I'm indeed a fan of pacts but you also need to consider that I do not agree with each of them. It depends on the people who offer me such pacts, whether I can trust them or whether they can guarantee their loyalty. You know, why should I agree on a pact when this certain fellow has none of it, you understand me?"

"Oh, but I know you will agree to my pact since you long for learning to mix my toxin and you have no other choice than working with me," Scarecrow hummed "Without me, you'll never find out the secret behind it"

"That may be true," Scarlet turned to him with a huge smile, their faces were close to each other and their eye contact was oddly intense "But don't you think I'm smart enough to simply steal your little ampoule and analyze the substances you put in there? I mean, I have enough contacts who could do that for me"

"Oh, I know you are," Scarecrow snickered "You are like a dog that never stops biting until it gets what it wants. You don't think about consequences or anything, you're too stubborn to accept a simple no"

"That's what pacts are there for," Scarlet murmured slightly sarcastically "Now tell me about yours. I'm all ears" She hoped for something easy to do to gain his trust, something like a robbery or a simple kill, nothing she needed to overthink things too much or where she needed to put too much effort into it.

"The easiest way to get what you want is proving to me your loyalty," Scarecrow chuckled amusedly when he saw her blank face, he knew this was a hard one for her since Scarlet was the one who let others prove their loyalty to her. She never needed to be loyal to anybody besides Jerome and eventually Theo Galavan - but even there she didn't need to make a single move since both of them came to her and wanted her.

"And how do you wanna make me do that? Want me to do some easy tasks for you to show I would be able to help you?" Scarlet frowned "You know this isn't a real task for me, eh? That would be like asking a police officer to catch a criminal, you know"

"I know," Scarecrow spoke in a nasal tone "That's why tasks and favors won't be enough for me," He walked over to a little table with many test tubes, a bunsen burner, and many chemicals in different colors. Most of them were in several yellow and green tones, some  sheer liquids, and other tools that Scarlet had no clue how to name "Use your creativity, you always claim to be so clever, right?"

"Right," Scarlet mumbled, looking over his shoulder to see what liquids he used to mix new toxins "But you do know proving loyalty to another reveals your secret wish of a partnership with me. Why else would you wanna make such a deal with me, right? You indeed wanna reach that what your father could have never gotten - my nearness. And now since you're surprisingly astonished at me you can't finalize what your father's plan is with me," She chuckled "No, you want more. You don't just wanna know my biggest fears - you wanna know everything about me a-..."

"Wow," Scarecrow commented "It's fascinating how much you can interpret into a single claim," Though he knew what she said was true. He wanted to work with her, he wanted to make good use of her skills and tricks, he wanted to learn from her, he wanted to get to know her - but a personal ambition like this couldn't become true by just asking Scarlet friendly. She instead would make use of your vulnerability and play with your mind so that you'd become her stooge for life, and so he needed to trick her that she would just slide into it "Your fantasy is just amazing"

"Is it just fantasy?" Scarlet crossed her arms with a slight frown "I can see you're lying. Your pupils widen when you stare at me and I hear your breath becomes uneven when you speak - you're nervous, my friend, because you know I'm right"

"We have a deal now or not?" Scarecrow asked in a monotonous tone when he mixed the last substances to complete "Think wise, choose your answer wise. I won't offer you this a second time," He then filled the done liquid in some more ampoules and put them in his bags quickly before he turned back to Scarlet.

"Sure," Scarlet mumbled; she wasn't very amused about working for it but she was ambitious, and she knew she could make it "But you should prove loyalty, either. How can I trust someone when there's no guarantee he can keep his promise? I mean, you can just babble any hoax on me and use me for your good," She grinned darkly at him "You don't wanna make me mad, do you?"

"This energy we need when we attack people," Scarecrow claimed "Keep that energy for those moments, it'll be worth it," He chuckled bitterly "And now, we come to the next part of my plan"

"What next part?" Scarlet frowned before Scarecrow could say anything further. He had a plan? Was it his plan to find her? And all this was a part of his plan? This deal with her, and this second part of her plan? Did he plan to work with her and he was just messing with her head before?

"Do you think I make a deal with you without having  a plan?" Scarecrow chuckled amused "I'm not like your so-called pals and jump straight into action on the fly, I'm smarter than them. Thanks to my father I've latched on to a lot of things by hearing whenever he was working"

"You're a little daddy's boy, huh" Scarlet laughed out loud "That's cute for such a supervillain like you. Didn't know people like me could have such a caring side" She then eyed Scarecrow with a grin "Now tell me, lil boy, what did your father teach you that you became such a super brain?"

"My father was a huge fan of planning and structuring," Scarecrow said "Whenever he planned to attack people he created a main plan and several band-aids in case one mistake would happen. He hated making mistakes after certain incidents and he wouldn't dare to let something like this happen again. You may know this little disaster, don't you?" He chuckled amused "I wanna be better than him, instead of leading from any made mistake I instantly plan well"

"Not bad for a newbie," Scarlet smirked "I'm sure we gonna have a lot of fun together, Mr. Scarecrow, so now tell me about your plan, I'm curious" She loved to see there was someone who agrees with her point of view, someone who understood her why having several band-aids were so important. It would

be a breeze with Scarecrow spreading this toxin throughout the whole city and watching people die of their fear. How amazing could that be? No hard work and getting the biggest profit!

"We pay Arkham Asylum a visit to test it, eh," Scarecrow placed his hand on her shoulder "We will surprise the lovely director and spray it right into his face to see how the oh-so-prudent man turns into a-..."

"I like your idea of a retaliation campaign," Scarlet admitted, "And how will you make sure to break in without someone catching us?" She frowned "The guards ain't that stupid any more than at the time I was there. It all changed, the personal, the boss, and regulations. It ain't the same old wreck as before"

"But every wreck has holes to sneak in, right?"

***

"I'm surprised," Scarlet claimed when Scarecrow and she walked through the halls of Arkham Asylum to arrive at the director's office at a fast pace "Arkham's got the same old spots to sneak in as in the past. I thought they finally fixed this problem"

"Some things never change," Scarecrow answered "Arkham is nothing but a place full of corrupt cops and holes to sneak in. Nothing's safe there, even the dumbest patients find a way to escape, but I'm sure you already know it from your own experience"

"Sure, as long as you can guarantee to escape the same way we got in. I don't wanna spend another time in this rat hole, even though I've had some interesting experiences in here," Scarlet muttered when she then discovered the director's office. She and probably Scarecrow too heard noises like panting, something's burning, and mumbling "Over there"

"You're now ready to see the toxin's ramifications on people, Scarlet?" Scarecrow tightened the grip on his scythe when they both walked straight to the office, he was excited for this moment "Are you ready to see the transformation of a human being into an anxious little deer that's running away from the wolfpack?"

"Hell, yes I am," Scarlet said excitingly. She was excited to see how these toxin works, at least Scarecrow could just have babbled some shit about it.

Now he could finally take revenge on the man who let people do all those cruel things to Scarecrow while he was in Arkham, the time before his advancement. Right now, his only target was revenge on the man who did all this to him. He should feel all the anxiety and sorrow he has felt during the time he was there. He should feel degraded, humiliated, and like a piece of shit that no one wanted. He should feel helpless, caught in jail or a labyrinth with no way out - and this is what his toxin was good for.

When they entered the office, they saw the director burning some papers in a bin, probably to hide something from the public. He seemed scared of something since he did it so hectically, he probably wanted to keep some bad secrets for his own. No one should probably know what a bad person he was.

"Covering your dirty footprints, Warden?" Scarecrow claimed when he started slowly walking towards the man while his scythe's blade scratched on the chattels. The man instantly turned around to him, frightened, he looked at Scarecrow as if he had seen a ghost. Who was that guy? How did he know him? What did he want from him? "It's too late, I'm afraid. Your dirty deeds have stained you."

"How'd you get in here?" Warden dared to ask with a slight stammer, then he looked at Scarlet "Scarlet Patel... How did you-..." He was shocked to see her, she was the Grin Reaper in person. Whenever she was around, people died, no matter whether it was with her hand or not.

"Come on," Scarecrow chuckled "You don't spend three years in this hellish place without picking up a thing or two. Right, Scarlet?" He didn't break eye contact at all with Warden when he rammed the scythe into the table plate. He wanted to see Warden's reaction - he was frightened, but at the same time he realized something. Three years in Arkham? A young boy? And this Scarecrow costume? There had to be a connection. This all sounded so familiar. Was it him? No, he was so anxious and so innocent. How could it be him?

"Indeed, pal," Scarlet chuckled amusedly when she stepped nearer, too "My time in Arkham was marvelous. You heard Gotham's newest gossip through the guards, for therapy, you've been walking through every hall so you know every path of the building to escape, and you've made some great acquaintances"

"Johnathan?" Warden dared to ask, he completely ignored what Scarlet said. He was more interested in the question: Was it him? All the hints might fit with him, the scarecrow, the three years...everything.

"That's right," Scarecrow answered, walking nearer to Warden "I'm not the same frightened boy you threw in a cell. No treatment, no therapy. Just some ice baths, and some sick electric shocks once in a while!"

"You know you could just leave. I wouldn't tell anyone," Warden stammered, his anxiety rising. He knew this day would be his last one to live. He saw this fire in Johnathan's eyes, he wanted him to feel the same things he has felt during the three tears, revenge was written on his so-called forehead.

"I don't wanna leave, Warden, and I'm sure Scarlet doesn't wanna leave either," But before Scarecrow could keep talking, Warden's phone was ringing, for Warden himself, it was just perfect since this would give him some extra minutes to live, depending on the call's importance - he thought wrong. When he wanted to answer the call, Scarecrow smashed his scythe against the phone, destroying it with all the power he had.

"Now, are you paying attention?!" Scarecrow yelped angrily when Waren flinched back not to get hurt. He was extremely scared of the old little Johnathan boy, he would have never thought this anxious boy would become so aggressive and have brutal thoughts. For Scarlet, it was pure entertainment. You should have seen Waren's face! It was full of angst, you could see he was secretly begging for someone to come and help him, and at the same time, he knew there was no way out.

"Yeah," Warden stammered, walking a few steps back to lean against a shelf, making intensive eye contact with Scarecrow. He was erratic, Warden thought, what did he do to himself that he became such an outrageous man? He wasn't himself anymore, the anger and madness were taking over. He became a monster, his inner monster broke out of jail of mind and now was messing with his head.

"I cured myself. You see, I feared the scarecrow," Scarecrow reached his arms out, and you could feel his grin under his mask "And now we are one"

"Johnathan, please. If you just-..."

"You're not listening to me, Warden!" Scarecrow yelled that Warden flinched in fear "Johnathan Crane is no more! Call me by my true name! The Scarecrow!" This was the moment when Warden was trying to grab a gun from his desk to shot at Scarecrow, but at the same Scarlet pointed her gun at Warden - she wanted to shoot, something in her signaled she had to protect Scarecrow for some odd reasons, did he mean something to her? In this short time? That would be a little too clique-like, wouldn't it? Or was she just too caught in the scene that she had the urge to shoot? Maybe.

Scarecrow though, was faster with spreading his toxin into Warden's face. Warden suddenly started to scream loud, the toxin had to do something with him immediately. Maybe it felt like burning when it touched the skin? Or was he just scared of the repercussions? Was he informed about this toxin? Did he know what it was capable of? Did he know the aftermath?

Warden started to sweat, but not just a little, he sweated like he's been having high fever or running a marathon. He became disquiet, his eyes first focused on Scarecrow, then hectically, almost full of panic his eyes motioned to Scarlet, then back at Scarecrow, then Scarlet. You could see in his eyes that something changed in him. But what? Was he hallucinating? Was he hearing voices? Seeing creatures? Was he seeing blurred? Or maybe all of it? His breathing became more uneven, his hands and knees were shaking in fear, he almost couldn't stand upright, he seemed to panic, the toxin did its work - and this was the moment where the strength in his legs gave in and he fell to the ground, groaning. He stared at a certain point in his room to focus, probably to tell reality from the toxin

"Did you know my father was a genius?" Scarecrow claimed "He wanted to end fear, for my sake, because he loved me. So tell me, what do you fear, Warden?" Scarecrow waited a while for Warden's answer, instead, he saw how he vainly tried to fight against the toxin "Something from your childhood, maybe?" Scarecrow laughed maniacally.

For Scarlet, it was glorious to watch. Scarecrow was right: he indeed turned into an anxious little deer that was trying to run away from a wolfpack. This oh-so-fearful man turned into a scallywag, a sissy, a little worm you can't work with. This toxin was marvelous, it was better than every shotgun, every knife and rope, better than every weapon that could kill a human being. The excitement and adrenaline rush she felt pumping through her veins was much bigger than every other time she planned on killing someone. She was sweating with trembling hands, and seeing this process made her nervous even - but in a good way. Her heart was beating faster, breathing became heavier, but at the same time, the feeling of lust was rising. She was surprised about herself that such a toxin could satisfy her needs so quickly and intensively, no other weapon has achieved that, yet.

"Face your fears," Scarecrow said when Warden screamed louder and louder, trying to crawl back away from the fear he saw from the toxin "Face your fears and defeat them" This was the moment when Warden grabbed the pistol he used to use to kill Scarecrow and shot around - he probably shot his biggest fear, he was trying to do it to defeat it, to become fearless, to become stronger than ever! According to his huge amount of shots though, he seemed to miss his target several times, so that's why he stood then up and ran out to the halls - still shooting.

"Did I overpromise?" Scarecrow chuckled amused. He saw the fascination in Scarlet's eyes, he saw the need in her eyes to know how to mix this toxin. She wanted to use it for her plans, she saw this as a new opportunity to become the Queen of Gotham again - but of course, Scarecrow wouldn't make it so easy for her to gain her goal. He at least needed to profit from that, too.

"Not at all," Scarlet smirked as she looked at him "This toxin is the key to revolution. Gotham's gonna fear us most and the GCPD won't have a chance to detain us" She already made plans on how and where to use this toxin. She already made plans for who should become her next victim. She was obsessed with this toxin. It fascinated her so much, she wanted to see more of it, maybe she even could get some ideas on how to enhance the toxin. The victim should get the feeling of being caught in a world with their biggest fears and there's no way out, they should become more aggressive, they should hallucinate more, and there should be a long torturing way until they die. Amazing that idea, isn't it?

"I like your optimism in 'us'," Scarecrow walked closer to her "But sometimes people shouldn't be too optimistic about things. Mostly they don't work afterward"

"The more effort you put into something, the better," Scarlet said "So with precontriving certain things with the toxin. You then have a certain agenda and structure which makes it easier for you to reach popularity"

"That's what you're doing with me, right?" Scarecrow chuckled amused "That's why you pointed your gun at Warden when he tried to shoot me. You wanna impress me to reach your goal of learning how to mix this toxin," Scarlet remain quiet about this - he was right. This was exactly what she was doing, she couldn't deny it nor sugarcoat it "Keep going"

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Scarecrow (part48)

A lot of time went by and Scarlet and Jerome became the good old dreaded villain couple they'd been before both died for some time - oh no, actually they became even more famous, more dangerous, and more dreaded than before. Some would even call them one of the most dreaded villains in Gotham! For Jerome and Scarlet, it was just perfect. They got respect, and fame and some people were so scared of them that they decided to cooperate with them to be saved from death - better than this, it couldn't be, could it?

But there was not only that. Over time Scarlet and Jerome start arguing over several things like their plans and the things they meanwhile hated about each other. Scarlet knew concurrence wouldn't sleep all night and yield to them, so they had to stick out of the crowd with their actions - but for sure, Jerome knew better. He instead made plans with the same structure: a little bit of talking, a little bit of show making, and a lot of boom, bang, pow. For Scarlet it was boring. She knew the concurrence would laugh about them, the concurrence wouldn't see them as real enemies. They'd probably make fun of them for how hilarious and stupid their little shows were, there wouldn't be anything special if Jerome was the boss and kept commanding around how to do certain things.

"You don't get it, do you?" Scarlet grumbled with gritted teeth "We aren't number 1 anymore in Gotham! Our concurrence became stronger! They're powerful! They gonna laugh at us when we keep on having the same old boring structure as in the past!"

"We don't need a new structure, darling," Jerome grumbled with a slightly sarcastic tone "We need to keep our memorability! All we need is new equipment and more men to cause chaos!" You could see, Jerome was pissed off. Every day it was the same shit: They made plans, for Scarlet it wasn't good enough, they started arguing, and one of them ended up with a bloody nose and walked outside to clear their head. He had enough of that. He didn't want to have these silly arguments anymore - that's not the reason he was reviving her! He was to spend some great and bloody time with her without nagging, arguing, or beating them to a pulp like in the past!

"That won't work so easy though," Scarlet snapped "Nobody is afraid of us! Not even the GCPD! We aren't challenging them anymore! See, whenever we're ready to do our thing, the GCPD breathes down our neck since they already know our stupid structure! And guess what? If we changed, this wouldn't happen!"

Of course, Scarlet was exaggerating, the police always failed to catch them - but still! It was time for a change. Not only the GCPD but also the concurrence would be surprised and maybe even overwhelmed with a new situation. They wouldn't know how to handle it, they would be confused since the structure and thinking were much different from all the times before. Exactly this change would be a huge boom without even placing some bombs!

"The GCPD ain't smart enough to catch us, doll," Jerome sighed in annoyance "See, Jim Gordon had so many chances to catch us whenever he was appearing during our little shows - but he didn't! He always failed which shows our structure is perfect enough to overwhelm the GCPD! We don't need to be worried about the concurrence, they're all far away from what we are. We are Gotham's dark shadow, we are what people fear whenever they go outside! We are their biggest fear!"

"To defend this status we need to make some changes though!" Scarlet almost yelled in anger "Times have changed, Jerome! You wanted us to be reunited! You wanted us to be superior again but to gain this superiority we need to change! Our old plans won't work any longer! We'll be drowned out by the concurrence! You as I will lose our power and impact on others if nothing happens! Do you want that?! Do you want us to fall?!"

"You just sound like my mother," Jerome grumbled angrily and cracked his knuckles slightly aggressively "Always nagging, never satisfied with anything I'm doing, always telling me what's right and what's wrong," This was the moment he gave her one of his most dangerous and maybe even scariest death stare he could make. Oh, he was full of rage which he used to try to hide from her all the time, this aggression he actually didn't want to show her, he had this wish to see her dead for the moment which he actually never wanted to "You're nothing but a fool, Jerome! Nothing you do is right! Nothing you do is productive!" He imitated his mother while walking up to Scarlet slowly in a threatening and dangerous way "Is this what you're trying to tell me, doll? Do you agree with this goddamn whore of a mother? It seems so, right? That disappoints me a lot, Scarlet"

"Oh, you're trying to scare me with this psychotic move?" Scarlet snickered "You're laughable with you're 'threatening calmness' and your stupid death stare. Deal with it, you just can't handle the truth! Open your eyes, mate! We're living in the here and now and not in the past!" Right after Scarlet yelled these sentences at him, Jerome grabbed her by her throat, squeezing it tightly, and smashed her head against the wall. He didn't hesitate with his power, he didn't see her as his precious doll anymore - for him, she was just an annoying and mouthy little girl who always had to be right.

"I know what you're doing, my love," Jerome chuckled, squeezing her throat tighter so that she could breathe less and less - you just heard her gasping for air in the meantime, "You're overplaying your fear of me. Conceptually, you're mocking me that I apparently don't have the guts to kill or harm you since I was the one who decided to revive you. But you're wrong! I'm not averse to killing you, darling. But see, your problem is you think you're better than me and that all of your plans would work instantly - but they won't! You are not better then me, you're just a pity! Your father was right. Everybody and everything has to be at your bidding that lil Patel was satisfied enough to keep living in her shiny little world. You-..." This was the moment where Scarlet's rage and madness displayed - with all the strength she had, she rammed her fist into his face and broke his nose. It was bleeding instantly, so much that the blood was almost floating down his face right on his clothes, and his tears were streaming down his face since this pain was enormous. Whenever he just tried to breathe it shot a strong and sharp pain through his nose, like someone was trying cut it off.

"And your mother was right about you always being so whiney and grumpy at every little thing that may seem not justified to you" Scarlet nudged him back angrily when he loosened his grip on her neck "It's not me, Jerome, you are the pity of us! You're the child that never learned to grow up to be a real man. You're just a shame to me, you became a fucking scallywag over time" She wanted to make her way to the front door but Jerome jumped up, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her back to him.

"Where do you think you're going, huh?" Jerome hissed angrily, staring deep into her eyes "You think you can run off that situation, right? Too bad, you're stuck in here with me. And guess what? I won't let you go and I'll make sure you won't come out, not until you stop being a little brat like now"

"Try it, asshole," Scarlet spit in his face and tore her wrist off his grip "You must kill me to not leave this room" And again she made her way to the front door, not even thinking of coming back. She had enough of Jerome, enough of all the arguing. She surely knew Jerome ain't an easy person, she neither - but sometimes Jerome's behavior was just a tiresome act she couldn't and didn't want to stand anymore. It was stressful in the past, yes, but it felt like it became worse right after him being revived - and so she knew she needed a break, long or short she didn't care. She just didn't want to see him anymore.

"No problem," Jerome immediately pulled his gun out and shot at Scarlet once when she made her first step out outside - the shot slightly damaged the door, Scarlet stopped moving, no, you didn't even her breathing or else. She was silent, you didn't even see her shadow moving or walking away. Did he hit her? Did he really kill her? Did his whole hate and rage overcome that he eliminated his doll? Just because of a little fight?

"You missed, you fool," You suddenly heard her voice yell from far outside up to the moment she disappeared completely in Gotham's dark streets and shadows. You could hear Jerome shooting again and again and again through the door but of course, he didn't hit Scarlet. She was far away from him already.

She instead kept walking across the streets, enjoying this silent moment she had. She was thinking though. What now? Should she just go back later on? Or should she really leave him? Was this the end? After over a year of reunion? That would be too lame, wouldn't it? This situation would resemble a lame tragic story where you already knew the girl would run back to the boy, telling him she loved him too much to leave - but as you know, Scarlet wasn't like that. She knew somehow she had to get back to him but maybe with something they both would enjoy and distract from the actual topic? But how? Or more what could be this certain thing? Gotham had nothing a criminal like her could be pleased of besides scared citizens and a GCPD that's incapable of catching villains.

But suddenly she heard someone walking, it was a strange figure right in front of her some feet away from her. This figure didn't really look like a human being, It looked like a wandering beige gunnysack with boots and something like little gun that was sewed on his arm. This creature didn't make any noises either, so Scarlet couldn't say whether it was just a human in a weird costume or a real monster that was created by any strange Professor to damage the city. She couldn't recognize any details either, yet, to describe this creature in any further details - but for sure she knew, this thing aroused her interest, she wanted to know more about it, and so she decided to walk straight to this creature.

"Hey you!" Scarlet yelled from far away, waving at him in the hope to get his attention "What are you for a strange thing? I've never seen you before in Gotham!" But the creature kept walking, not even reacting to her calls "Hey, wait! I'm talking to you!" She ran after them like a little child after a butterfly which it has never seen before. She was so full of curiosity, so full of joy to see something new, her eyes were shining brighter than all the lamps on the streets. This feeling was odd to her, too, the last time she felt this joy was far back in her childhood when her parents and brother did not have the urge to degrade or abuse her. She didn't even think about danger, she would never think that a creature like them would eventually harm her or even kill her. She rather thought about boyfriend g with this creature or trying to convince them to work for her.

The creature stopped walking suddenly, turning around, and facing Scarlet. To her luck, this creature was directly standing under a lamp so the light would uncover its full beauty. And Scarlet was right, indeed, gunnysacks were covering the creatures body. From its physique and behavior, it resembled a tall man who might have a shy and extreme calm side. They didn't make any move, they just stared at her while she was running up to them. Maybe this creature was examining her, figuring out who she was, what she wanted from them, whether she was one of their new victims or not or whether they could make good use of her or not.

"Wow," Scarlet panted as she stopped walking right in front of the creature "Didn't expect you'd really wait for me," She chuckled looking up at him "Hey, you seem quite familiar with your scarecrow looking, looks quite impressing. Have we seen each other before? Or were you mentioned in the TV?"

"I'm someone people should fear most, people call me Scarecrow. I reveal your biggest fears up to the point of your dying. You can't escape my toxin, once I sprayed it, you won't be able to be cured," You heard the creature say in a nasal and monotonous tone, even though you could hear a pinch of excitement in it. Apparently it was indeed a younger boy in a scarecrow costume. Probably someone who freaked out thanks to his parents and wanted to take revenge for everything they did to him in the past.

"Sounds compelling," Scarlet chuckled darkly "I've never thought of killing people with their biggest fears, I rather played with the anxiety they had of me, so I can understand you. Anxiety is just a fascinating attitude. It makes people so weak and helpless and even dumb that it equally gives you an opportunity to manipulate them to your good. Makes things way easier if you know what I mean," Scarlet grinned "By the way, I'm-..."

"I know who you are. You're Scarlet Patel,"  "My father just swarmed about you earlier. He called you one of his biggest dream projects since he has never found you to make it real"

"Oh," Scarlet was a little surprised about his claim "I feel honored you father had such an interest in me. I just wonder why, I mean a lot of people had interest in me in several ways. What was your father's?"

"Your personality made him curious about you. You seemed fearless to him, something no one has achieved in his eyes, yet," He stepped a few steps forward to her, staring deep into her eyes "He wanted to figure out your biggest fear, the spot that makes you weak, he never believed in someone fearless" The man then rapidly pointed an ampoule filled with some bright liquid at her. The clasp resembled something like a mix of a shower head and a rapid shot gun, apparently he was spraying the liquid at people to achieve any certain goal, satisfying his needs "Neither do I, I rather believe you just hide your fears with your charm and acting. People like you are the most anxious people in town. Their only way to not show vulnerability is eradicating their weakest spots and biggest fears a-..."

"Wait a minute, the stuff you're telling seems indeed to be interesting but," Scarlet stopped him and glanced at this ampoule when she grabbed his arm to watch closely "I'm more interested in the mass of liquid you can produce to kill people" She wasn't even interested in this man's speech about how he wanted to show nobody was fearless, she was more interested in his weapon, that thing people might fear most. Maybe she could convince him to produce some more for her? Or she could ask him nicely if she could use some of it as well?

Scarecrow said nothing, he didn't expect her reaction at all. She wasn't scared of him at all, she didn't even think of him being a danger to her, he questioned whether she was taking him seriously at all. Usually, when people him they started shaking, whined, even screaming, and tried to run away - Scarlet though was the complete opposite. She was calm, she was more focused on his weapon than on his threats, she didn't have the urge to run away, she was the one who ran straight to the danger. Maybe he shouldn't make her a victim like her father wanted to. Maybe he should make use of her since she was showing some interest. Maybe she could help him spraying the toxin at people. Maybe she could be his little sidekick or even his new guinea pig when he was creating more and more toxins.

"It fascinates me that just a pinch of this toxin can awake your biggest nightmare with no prospect of cure," Scarlet looked up to Scarecrow with a slight smile "You should teach me, sir. You'll be my mentor and I'll be your little padawan and learn all your little tricks on that. I could help you with spreading it over Gotham City from the roofs or the dark lane corners so that more and more people become your toxin victim," Scarlet chuckled devilishly "I'm sure we might be great partners, eh? So what do you say?"

"For that, you shouldn't waste your time just standing right there," Scarecrow pulled his arm away from her and turned around to walk back into the dark "I need perfectionism and fervor, not laziness" He indeed knew a lot about Scarlet since his father followed all the news about her in her past ever since she became a serial killer. He knew her forces and foibles, he knew her little ticks, her patterns - he knew everything. He knew how to behave toward her to get her, as he knew how to play with her.

But besides that, somehow both knew a chapter in both of their lives would start but both couldn't tell whether it would turn out good or bad.

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[valeskakingdom]

Scarecrow (part48)

A lot of time went by and Scarlet and Jerome became the good old dreaded villain couple they'd been before both died for some time - oh no, actually they became even more famous, more dangerous, and more dreaded than before. Some would even call them one of the most dreaded villains in Gotham! For Jerome and Scarlet, it was just perfect. They got respect, and fame and some people were so scared of them that they decided to cooperate with them to be saved from death - better than this, it couldn't be, could it?

But there was not only that. Over time Scarlet and Jerome start arguing over several things like their plans and the things they meanwhile hated about each other. Scarlet knew concurrence wouldn't sleep all night and yield to them, so they had to stick out of the crowd with their actions - but for sure, Jerome knew better. He instead made plans with the same structure: a little bit of talking, a little bit of show making, and a lot of boom, bang, pow. For Scarlet it was boring. She knew the concurrence would laugh about them, the concurrence wouldn't see them as real enemies. They'd probably make fun of them for how hilarious and stupid their little shows were, there wouldn't be anything special if Jerome was the boss and kept commanding around how to do certain things.

"You don't get it, do you?" Scarlet grumbled with gritted teeth "We aren't number 1 anymore in Gotham! Our concurrence became stronger! They're powerful! They gonna laugh at us when we keep on having the same old boring structure as in the past!"

"We don't need a new structure, darling," Jerome grumbled with a slightly sarcastic tone "We need to keep our memorability! All we need is new equipment and more men to cause chaos!" You could see, Jerome was pissed off. Every day it was the same shit: They made plans, for Scarlet it wasn't good enough, they started arguing, and one of them ended up with a bloody nose and walked outside to clear their head. He had enough of that. He didn't want to have these silly arguments anymore - that's not the reason he was reviving her! He was to spend some great and bloody time with her without nagging, arguing, or beating them to a pulp like in the past!

"That won't work so easy though," Scarlet snapped "Nobody is afraid of us! Not even the GCPD! We aren't challenging them anymore! See, whenever we're ready to do our thing, the GCPD breathes down our neck since they already know our stupid structure! And guess what? If we changed, this wouldn't happen!"

Of course, Scarlet was exaggerating, the police always failed to catch them - but still! It was time for a change. Not only the GCPD but also the concurrence would be surprised and maybe even overwhelmed with a new situation. They wouldn't know how to handle it, they would be confused since the structure and thinking were much different from all the times before. Exactly this change would be a huge boom without even placing some bombs!

"The GCPD ain't smart enough to catch us, doll," Jerome sighed in annoyance "See, Jim Gordon had so many chances to catch us whenever he was appearing during our little shows - but he didn't! He always failed which shows our structure is perfect enough to overwhelm the GCPD! We don't need to be worried about the concurrence, they're all far away from what we are. We are Gotham's dark shadow, we are what people fear whenever they go outside! We are their biggest fear!"

"To defend this status we need to make some changes though!" Scarlet almost yelled in anger "Times have changed, Jerome! You wanted us to be reunited! You wanted us to be superior again but to gain this superiority we need to change! Our old plans won't work any longer! We'll be drowned out by the concurrence! You as I will lose our power and impact on others if nothing happens! Do you want that?! Do you want us to fall?!"

"You just sound like my mother," Jerome grumbled angrily and cracked his knuckles slightly aggressively "Always nagging, never satisfied with anything I'm doing, always telling me what's right and what's wrong," This was the moment he gave her one of his most dangerous and maybe even scariest death stare he could make. Oh, he was full of rage which he used to try to hide from her all the time, this aggression he actually didn't want to show her, he had this wish to see her dead for the moment which he actually never wanted to "You're nothing but a fool, Jerome! Nothing you do is right! Nothing you do is productive!" He imitated his mother while walking up to Scarlet slowly in a threatening and dangerous way "Is this what you're trying to tell me, doll? Do you agree with this goddamn whore of a mother? It seems so, right? That disappoints me a lot, Scarlet"

"Oh, you're trying to scare me with this psychotic move?" Scarlet snickered "You're laughable with you're 'threatening calmness' and your stupid death stare. Deal with it, you just can't handle the truth! Open your eyes, mate! We're living in the here and now and not in the past!" Right after Scarlet yelled these sentences at him, Jerome grabbed her by her throat, squeezing it tightly, and smashed her head against the wall. He didn't hesitate with his power, he didn't see her as his precious doll anymore - for him, she was just an annoying and mouthy little girl who always had to be right.

"I know what you're doing, my love," Jerome chuckled, squeezing her throat tighter so that she could breathe less and less - you just heard her gasping for air in the meantime, "You're overplaying your fear of me. Conceptually, you're mocking me that I apparently don't have the guts to kill or harm you since I was the one who decided to revive you. But you're wrong! I'm not averse to killing you, darling. But see, your problem is you think you're better than me and that all of your plans would work instantly - but they won't! You are not better then me, you're just a pity! Your father was right. Everybody and everything has to be at your bidding that lil Patel was satisfied enough to keep living in her shiny little world. You-..." This was the moment where Scarlet's rage and madness displayed - with all the strength she had, she rammed her fist into his face and broke his nose. It was bleeding instantly, so much that the blood was almost floating down his face right on his clothes, and his tears were streaming down his face since this pain was enormous. Whenever he just tried to breathe it shot a strong and sharp pain through his nose, like someone was trying cut it off.

"And your mother was right about you always being so whiney and grumpy at every little thing that may seem not justified to you" Scarlet nudged him back angrily when he loosened his grip on her neck "It's not me, Jerome, you are the pity of us! You're the child that never learned to grow up to be a real man. You're just a shame to me, you became a fucking scallywag over time" She wanted to make her way to the front door but Jerome jumped up, grabbed her wrist, and pulled her back to him.

"Where do you think you're going, huh?" Jerome hissed angrily, staring deep into her eyes "You think you can run off that situation, right? Too bad, you're stuck in here with me. And guess what? I won't let you go and I'll make sure you won't come out, not until you stop being a little brat like now"

"Try it, asshole," Scarlet spit in his face and tore her wrist off his grip "You must kill me to not leave this room" And again she made her way to the front door, not even thinking of coming back. She had enough of Jerome, enough of all the arguing. She surely knew Jerome ain't an easy person, she neither - but sometimes Jerome's behavior was just a tiresome act she couldn't and didn't want to stand anymore. It was stressful in the past, yes, but it felt like it became worse right after him being revived - and so she knew she needed a break, long or short she didn't care. She just didn't want to see him anymore.

"No problem," Jerome immediately pulled his gun out and shot at Scarlet once when she made her first step out outside - the shot slightly damaged the door, Scarlet stopped moving, no, you didn't even her breathing or else. She was silent, you didn't even see her shadow moving or walking away. Did he hit her? Did he really kill her? Did his whole hate and rage overcome that he eliminated his doll? Just because of a little fight?

"You missed, you fool," You suddenly heard her voice yell from far outside up to the moment she disappeared completely in Gotham's dark streets and shadows. You could hear Jerome shooting again and again and again through the door but of course, he didn't hit Scarlet. She was far away from him already.

She instead kept walking across the streets, enjoying this silent moment she had. She was thinking though. What now? Should she just go back later on? Or should she really leave him? Was this the end? After over a year of reunion? That would be too lame, wouldn't it? This situation would resemble a lame tragic story where you already knew the girl would run back to the boy, telling him she loved him too much to leave - but as you know, Scarlet wasn't like that. She knew somehow she had to get back to him but maybe with something they both would enjoy and distract from the actual topic? But how? Or more what could be this certain thing? Gotham had nothing a criminal like her could be pleased of besides scared citizens and a GCPD that's incapable of catching villains.

But suddenly she heard someone walking, it was a strange figure right in front of her some feet away from her. This figure didn't really look like a human being, It looked like a wandering beige gunnysack with boots and something like little gun that was sewed on his arm. This creature didn't make any noises either, so Scarlet couldn't say whether it was just a human in a weird costume or a real monster that was created by any strange Professor to damage the city. She couldn't recognize any details either, yet, to describe this creature in any further details - but for sure she knew, this thing aroused her interest, she wanted to know more about it, and so she decided to walk straight to this creature.

"Hey you!" Scarlet yelled from far away, waving at him in the hope to get his attention "What are you for a strange thing? I've never seen you before in Gotham!" But the creature kept walking, not even reacting to her calls "Hey, wait! I'm talking to you!" She ran after them like a little child after a butterfly which it has never seen before. She was so full of curiosity, so full of joy to see something new, her eyes were shining brighter than all the lamps on the streets. This feeling was odd to her, too, the last time she felt this joy was far back in her childhood when her parents and brother did not have the urge to degrade or abuse her. She didn't even think about danger, she would never think that a creature like them would eventually harm her or even kill her. She rather thought about boyfriend g with this creature or trying to convince them to work for her.

The creature stopped walking suddenly, turning around, and facing Scarlet. To her luck, this creature was directly standing under a lamp so the light would uncover its full beauty. And Scarlet was right, indeed, gunnysacks were covering the creatures body. From its physique and behavior, it resembled a tall man who might have a shy and extreme calm side. They didn't make any move, they just stared at her while she was running up to them. Maybe this creature was examining her, figuring out who she was, what she wanted from them, whether she was one of their new victims or not or whether they could make good use of her or not.

"Wow," Scarlet panted as she stopped walking right in front of the creature "Didn't expect you'd really wait for me," She chuckled looking up at him "Hey, you seem quite familiar with your scarecrow looking, looks quite impressing. Have we seen each other before? Or were you mentioned in the TV?"

"I'm someone people should fear most, people call me Scarecrow. I reveal your biggest fears up to the point of your dying. You can't escape my toxin, once I sprayed it, you won't be able to be cured," You heard the creature say in a nasal and monotonous tone, even though you could hear a pinch of excitement in it. Apparently it was indeed a younger boy in a scarecrow costume. Probably someone who freaked out thanks to his parents and wanted to take revenge for everything they did to him in the past.

"Sounds compelling," Scarlet chuckled darkly "I've never thought of killing people with their biggest fears, I rather played with the anxiety they had of me, so I can understand you. Anxiety is just a fascinating attitude. It makes people so weak and helpless and even dumb that it equally gives you an opportunity to manipulate them to your good. Makes things way easier if you know what I mean," Scarlet grinned "By the way, I'm-..."

"I know who you are. You're Scarlet Patel," "My father just swarmed about you earlier. He called you one of his biggest dream projects since he has never found you to make it real"

"Oh," Scarlet was a little surprised about his claim "I feel honored you father had such an interest in me. I just wonder why, I mean a lot of people had interest in me in several ways. What was your father's?"

"Your personality made him curious about you. You seemed fearless to him, something no one has achieved in his eyes, yet," He stepped a few steps forward to her, staring deep into her eyes "He wanted to figure out your biggest fear, the spot that makes you weak, he never believed in someone fearless" The man then rapidly pointed an ampoule filled with some bright liquid at her. The clasp resembled something like a mix of a shower head and a rapid shot gun, apparently he was spraying the liquid at people to achieve any certain goal, satisfying his needs "Neither do I, I rather believe you just hide your fears with your charm and acting. People like you are the most anxious people in town. Their only way to not show vulnerability is eradicating their weakest spots and biggest fears a-..."

"Wait a minute, the stuff you're telling seems indeed to be interesting but," Scarlet stopped him and glanced at this ampoule when she grabbed his arm to watch closely "I'm more interested in the mass of liquid you can produce to kill people" She wasn't even interested in this man's speech about how he wanted to show nobody was fearless, she was more interested in his weapon, that thing people might fear most. Maybe she could convince him to produce some more for her? Or she could ask him nicely if she could use some of it as well?

Scarecrow said nothing, he didn't expect her reaction at all. She wasn't scared of him at all, she didn't even think of him being a danger to her, he questioned whether she was taking him seriously at all. Usually, when people him they started shaking, whined, even screaming, and tried to run away - Scarlet though was the complete opposite. She was calm, she was more focused on his weapon than on his threats, she didn't have the urge to run away, she was the one who ran straight to the danger. Maybe he shouldn't make her a victim like her father wanted to. Maybe he should make use of her since she was showing some interest. Maybe she could help him spraying the toxin at people. Maybe she could be his little sidekick or even his new guinea pig when he was creating more and more toxins.

"It fascinates me that just a pinch of this toxin can awake your biggest nightmare with no prospect of cure," Scarlet looked up to Scarecrow with a slight smile "You should teach me, sir. You'll be my mentor and I’ll be your little padawan and learn all your little tricks on that. I could help you with spreading it over Gotham City from the roofs or the dark lane corners so that more and more people become your toxin victim,” Scarlet chuckled devilishly “I'm sure we might be great partners, eh? So what do you say?"

"For that, you shouldn't waste your time just standing right there," Scarecrow pulled his arm away from her and turned around to walk back into the dark "I need perfectionism and fervor, not laziness" He indeed knew a lot about Scarlet since his father followed all the news about her in her past ever since she became a serial killer. He knew her forces and foibles, he knew her little ticks, her patterns - he knew everything. He knew how to behave toward her to get her, as he knew how to play with her.

But besides that, somehow both knew a chapter in both of their lives would start but both couldn't tell whether it would turn out good or bad.

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I'm an artist. I just want to paint the town crazy (part47)

Some weeks passed by and Jerome indeed made sure Scarlet would recover fast. He helped her with stolen medication against the pain, he robbed every store to get enough other medication for her, and he even robbed blood bags since she lost a huge amount of blood since she was too weak to walk. He cared about her more than he did about himself. Experiencing almost losing his doll made him realize how much she meant to him. She was his weak spot, he wouldn't deny it - but how cruel would it be for Jerome's ego if everybody saw how vulnerable he can be? It would be a shame! Nobody would respect him anymore, nobody would see him as a real threat - they would probably dare to call him a loser or even a pussy that couldn't handle his life without his doll. Whether it was true or not, he didn't want anyone to accuse him of wrong shit that would crack on his ego. He had to show them he was smarter, stronger, and even better than what they would eventually think about him - and he did. Not just the medical care he did, oh no, he did a lot more. He did some kind of training with her like how to walk with a straight back, stretching her muscles, and doing some workouts to strengthen her stamina. Day by day Scarlet needed to jog a few miles, run upstairs and downstairs several times, and do sit-ups, push-ups, and other stuff. Of course, he didn't torture or pressure her. He knew she needed some time to recover, but with the right treatment, you always can recover faster than people would expect.

And it worked. Within weeks, Scarlet recovered super fast. It was like she was never injured, she was never shot by Andy, and she never felt unconscious due to her massive blood loss. Scarlet became the old one, luckily. Her power came back, her mastermind, her stamina - everything was the same - and not to mention her bloodthirst and need to kill.

"So, my love," Jerome grinned, rubbing his hands in excitement "Are you ready for today? Remember today's the day we present Gotham as our real comeback! Better be up to the mark"

"You don't need to tell me what to do or how to be, Jerome" Scarlet grabbed some of her guns and hid them in her clothes anywhere ready to hand "I know myself best what and how to do. I'm not a beginner just because I've been dead. I'm the old one as before with my glorious mind and skills"

"Oh, I know, I know, princess," Jerome snickered "Not even the experience of death can change you - turning out to my advantage. I mean, who would not be happy about having a strong intelligent woman in their life with a deranged mind?"

"So you're calling me crazy?" Scarlet frowned at him, giving him one of her death dares. She hated being called crazy. She wasn't crazy, she was different, ordinary, or special. She wasn't any stupid lunatic who had no plan for life and was talking to some of the weird voices they'd hear.

"No, no, my doll," Jerome cupped her face "Quite the contrary, you're quite talented, you're special! How many people in Gotham do you know have equal abilities as you? There's no one out there in this rotten town. You're the diamond beyond all those mineral ores. You're outstanding, your human physical appearance is stunning, your mental structure is prodigious, and let's be honest," Jerome smirked "You're Gotham's number 1. See, the citizens fear you and adore you at the same time! You could take advantage of this and start a riot, a war of good and evil could be created with one finger snip - isn't that glorious?"

"Sure, J" Scarlet smirked, placing her hands on his cheeks softly "I am prepared for the Noble War, but are you too? People can be outrageous when they're starting a riot, you know? They try to replace someone to be better, we saw that on Dwight, remember? And we don't want that to happen again, do we?"

"Surely not," Jerome chuckled "But don't worry doll, I won't let anyone try taking you away from me. This kind of problem will be erased quite easily" He thought of the way he killed Dwight: manipulation, praising, and then killing. He surely knew that when starting a riot he wouldn't have time to tie people up on chairs and tape some dynamite on their bodies - so his plan was doing a blood rush like killing all men that tried to get in her near. He at least was the one who was allowed to be with her and not the others.

"Of course it will," Scarlet chuckled "It's gonna be a real bloodbath since people don't accept your comeback. Many want you dead after you let the cult fall and conceded them to be arrested in jail."

"They didn't match my expectations. How can I count on those people when they're praising an idiot that's trying to be me? They aren't loyal enough to us, they would follow any guy that's trying to implement apparent visions and plans I might have" Jerome muttered "What we need are trustworthy and loyal partners, people that just trust us. And how do we find them best?"

"We scare the shit out of them and make use of their anxiety like with guinea pigs" Scarlet gave him her darkest grin "We pull them out of their comfort zone and form them into our little helpers who do the dirty work for us"

"Oh, doll," Jerome grinned, cupping her face one more time and pressing his lips on hers softly "What would I do without you and your wonderful mind?"

***

Jerome and Scarlet lurked through the streets of Gotham City to find a perfect place to start the show. It had to be a big place, a public place would be the best. The park? Nah, Gotham's park of a little piece of grass that was surrounded by a little puddle. It wasn't very big, you couldn't even use it for festivals or speeches. The park was so unattractive that almost no one visited it in their free time. The park was always empty, even in summer.

The municipal building was no place either. Most of the people in town didn't pay attention to what was happening at the building's front door. Some eventually watched a scene for two minutes but most of the people simply ignore it.

So what was the best place to start a riot? To spread chaos? To start the end of Gotham City?

You're right! It's in front of the GCPD! You wonder why? It's simple! Gotham is full of crimes, it's full of danger. The people feel unsafe! They're scared! Whenever there was a danger they ran to a hidden track and hide - and their favorite hidden track was the GCPD. It was the place with the employees who try to eradicate evil. They knew they could trust these people, they knew they'd do anything to keep people like Jerome and Scarlet away from the citizens.

Good that Scarlet and Jerome weren't alone though. In the meantime, Jerome organized a little team of his and Scarlet's old friends and people who hated Jim Gordon and the whole GCPD. They wanted to see Jim Gordon and Harvey Bullock dead. They wanted to see the GCPD burn, they wanted to see the officers being scared and helpless, not knowing what to do anymore - and so Jerome's and Scarlet's followers would stand in front of the GCPD's entrance with all their weapons to hold the officers back from trying to defeat them. They, especially Jim Gordon should see the ultimate danger in Scarlet and Jerome. He should fear them, he should see their appearance as a threat, he should despair because he wouldn't have a clue how to hold them back - he and the whole GCPD should surrender.

"The boys are on their positions, see?" Jerome pointed at the guys, standing around the street and entrance. They all tho looked like street men, nobody would recognize them - same with Scarlet and Jerome. They wore scarves and masks, gloves, and old, dirty clothing to resemble the underclass. They looked like poor people walking around in the hope to get some money or food for the day.

"Yeah," Scarlet nodded, looking behind her right to the GCPD's entrance "The cops don't notice a thing either. They're probably too stuck with paperwork. You think it's time for us to start?"

Jerome said nothing at first, he was analyzing the situation: many people walked around, there were no cops that would recognize a thing, and there was no Jim Gordon who would become suspicious - the time was perfect! There was no austerity, no danger, no paternalism - nothing! Scarlet and Jerome could simply start with anything they wanted to, no one would give a shit.

"Do it! Now or never" And this was the moment when Scarlet grabbed her rapid shot under her clothing and shot in the air to the signal danger is coming.

She wanted to make people scream, she wanted to see them panic and anxious, she wanted to see them trying to run away but they would be held back by her co-workers - and all this happened. When Scarlet started to shoot, people screamed and tried to flee but they were held back by the other so-called street men, who started shooting too. Some shot at the people, and some simply shot in the air to scare them away. It was so glorious to see how they were driven in the middle like some guinea pigs that were running away from a predator, squeaking, whining, and trying to find a possible way out. Some of them even nudged others forward to be saved from the shots.

On the other hand, it was glorious to see how helpless the cops, especially Jim Gordon and Harvey Bullock, watched this scenario. Of course, they sprinted to the entrance to help, they already grabbed their guns to eventually, shoot - not possible. Right in front of them, several men blocked the entrance and pointed their guns at them, ready to shoot at any time. So their only option was to watch and see the chaos and mess Jerome and Scarlet would make.

"Oh, hello Jim, hey Harvey" Scarlet chuckled darkly "Now you see the world burn," She started cackling maniacally and walked towards the scared people that were surrounded by her co-workers "Citizens of Gotham, long time no see, right? I'm about to say we kinda missed you a little, but see: we're back! We have so much to tell you! So much to show you! There's much to do with you!" Scarlet chuckled "Like this" Scarlet went up to her upcoming victims and pulled one girl out of the crowd. She was whining, crying, and screaming at every movement Scarlet made at. She was so scared her hands and legs were shaking, she couldn't even formulate a normal sentence!

"Seems like things getting outta control, Jimbo, huh?" Jerome chuckled darkly "Your little men seem impressed to see us. You see, I'm not dead, I'm fully alive, made of flesh and bone! HAHA!" He laughed "Be honest, you missed to the see good old Jerome in his action, eh? You had enough time to prepare"

"What we miss is a quiet minute in Gotham City," Jim muttered "Ever since you vanished into thin air, Scarlet became Gotham's newest problem. She had caused a stir much more than you. She became bigger than you, worse than you"

"When has she even not worse than him?" Harvey questioned irritated. He just remembered her beginnings: the way she killed her parents brutally with no remorse or guilt, the way she blackmailed and punished her dad's coworkers if they didn't behave, her manipulative behavior toward everyone- she was just pure evil.

"My doll? Worse than me?" Jerome couldn't believe that. His doll could never be worse than him, rather equal to him. No one could be worse than him, right? He was the ultimate "No, no, no. That's not possible, she's been the somewhat decent one beyond us. She-..."

"Then watch this" Jim nodded in her direction to let them watch her scene.

"Oh, I know y'all are scared of me and my boy, by ut you don't need to! See, we all are just humans, right? We have different shoots, and needs, wishes, and demands...but all we want is satisfaction, right?" Scarlet embraced her anxious victim, pretending to calm her down "Shhh, I know you're anxious, believe me, I know how it is being driven into a corner, helpless, feeling boxed in..." she then leaned her head on her victim and slowly grabbed her knife out of her pocket "You think there's no way out but there is! Do you See the light at the end of the tunnel? This is your day, this is your way out of all your sorrows, this is your way to salvation" And so Scarlet stabbed her victim right into her neck over and over again. Scarlet loved it, she enjoyed every stroke she did to let her victim's neck. This blood, the whimpering, the body's twitching whenever the peak of the knife hit a nerve in her neck - it was wonderful.

"Wonderful, isn't it?" Scarlet let the bled-out and unconscious girl fall to the ground like some piece of trash "This is no murder, this is salvation! Let's look at this poor girl. She was so young, so anxious about the new, so jumpy about the unknown... And why? Because of her family and all the people that caused her trust issues, fear of commitment, inferiority complex because of her body or her nose, and the feeling of being neglected whenever she was not involved in something. Death through me was the best thing that could have happened to her! There's no more suffering, no sadness, no overthinking, no degrading and reviling! She's free, free like me, free like all of us very soon! You just need to follow us, follow us into our dreams! Let's make our dreams come true! For you! For Gotham!" 

This little speech was what Jerome has impressed again about her. This was the real Scarlet. So manipulative, so creative, so brutal - even though, stabbing someone wasn't something special, the way she did it was amazing though. She was a true cult leader, the things she said were reliable, expressive, so vivid and emotional. This showed her again that she was the one. She was the one he wanted to be with, to make plans with, to kill with - because of this, he knew it was the right decision to talk to her in Arkham back then and to revive her after all. She was his muse, she was his secret weapon, she was his right hand, she was his chosen one.

"Amazing, doll!" Jerome applauded "I couldn't have done it better," he grinned "Y'all don't need to be afraid of us. We want to show you an opportunity without problems and sorrows. We want to show you how it is to be free, how to solve problems without feeling guilty for wrong decisions, we offer you a better way to live! We all know things may be complicated in life, especially with narcissistic parents who implement degrading and brutal measures to form us the way they want us to be. We want to show you how to fight against it!"

"Killing is not the right way! Killing is a crime! Killing is evil! All you want is to turn us into psychos like you to rebel against the GCPD! You don't wanna change Gotham, you want to destroy it!" You heard a younger male voice bravely yell through the anxious crowd. You could see others gave him a shocked look. They couldn't believe what he has dared to yell at Scarlet and Jerome. Has he become crazy? Has he really taken leave of his senses? He dared to insult them! He dared to make head against them!

"Who said that?" was the sentence Scarlet and Jerome equally said with huge devilish grins on their face when they looked over to the crowd. They both thought the same: They were impressed by his brave - he dared to resist even though he knew the consequences, he knew he'd die.

"It was me!" The younger man stepped forward, right in front of Scarlet and Jerome. He really showed no fear. There was no stammering, no shaking hands or knees, he seemed calm after all - he was a real talent, and someone like him would be of good use in their team eventually, that's what Jerome thought if there wasn't the problem of his point of view towards them.

"You're brave, my friend, mouthy but most of all you're silly and dumb. People like you always try to be the hero in every story. They try to rescue the princes from the evil stepmother but end up dead since they underestimate the evil power" Jerome chuckled bitterly.

"You're not even better! You're like every villain in a Disney movie: mouthy, absent of reality, and a megalomaniac! But in the end y'all are failing since good shall triumph!" The young men yelled in the hope to get support by the others. Sadly though, no one supported him with a "yes!" Or a "yeah!" Or any other claim since all the people were way too scared of Scarlet and Jerome. They all knew it was his death desire, they all knew it was a huge mistake to raise his voice against them.

"He reminds me of my brother. Always knew things better, always liked to command, always thought he was right, and always thought he was the better one than me." Scarlet muttered angrily, grabbing her gun and pointing it right at the guy "I hate people like my brother. They're driving me nuts! They make me hear his voice again telling me what to do or how to stop certain things" Then she started even imitating her dead brother "Hands on the table plate Scarlet! Your behavior is so rude, Scarlet! You have no manners, Scarlet!”

Jerome just started grinning, he knew what was coming - Scarlet was becoming insane. She was in psychosis, it was like she was a role in a completely different movie, it was like her personality switched with a finger snip - and this was something Jerome loved about Scarlet. It was her hidden talent, one trigger and she was the most brutal person he knew - he was about to say she became something he would consider a monster in any action movie.

"But I won't listen to my brother anymore! I am my free agent! I can do whatever I want! I'm no minor anymore who needs to be taught what's right or wrong!” And that was the moment when she started shooting at this guy, again and again, and again - up to the moment where she was out of munition. People started screaming, they tried to run away, far away from the corpse, from Scarlet or Jerome - but for sure, they couldn't. One of their sudden moves and the co-workers grabbed their guns and pointed them at the crowd to stand still.

Scarlet was full of hate, she couldn't control it though. She felt such enormous hate towards her brother that every guy who just reminded her a little of him was a red flag. It was a no-go, people like her brother were all the same, she knew that. People like him were bad, they were treating everyone like shit, they were the monsters in the world and not Scarlet! He was the reason why Scarlet became the way she was! He was the one with her parents who drove her insane! She could have lived a normal life as she used to be a normal girl, but no! She was the scapegoat in the family, she was always the guilty one, and she was always the victim! There was no doubt people like them would act the same - she just knew it, and so she had to end their lives.

“And you,” Scarlet looked up at the crowd with the most aggressive and evil death stare she could give them “You should better listen to me: You see, being mouthy and trying to tell me what's right or wrong is not the right way to get put of this situation. You won't anyway! You're stuck with me in here!” She slowly walked to the crowd with her weapon “There's no way out. No fleeing, no fighting, no annoying, no rebelling. If you do, you'll die like your little friend here,” Scarlet chuckled darkly “It would be such a tragedy, wouldn't it? So, I wanna make you a little offer. I don't wanna kill all of you, yet, I wanna make use of you instead. You should be part of our team! You should work with us! You should be free like Jerome and me!” She smiled at the crowd “So who's in?”

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[valeskakingdom]

Second time is the charm (part46)

"You know what I've always affected about you, doll?" Jerome smirked at Scarlet while playing with his knife a little. Since Scarlet wasn't the same anymore, he treated her like one of his victims shortly before he killed them. He wouldn't kill her, of course, but let's say he wanted to have some hella fun with her before he was trying to get the actual Scarlet back "You never bored me. Your mastermind when making plans impressed me. I gave you ideas and you created a perfect plan for it"

Scarlet said nothing, she just stared at him for a while. All the things he was talking about, she didn't remember at all. Did she create plans to kill people? Did she kill them even afterward? What was the inspiration to kill people even? Killing people was cruel, it was a horrible crime! What would have led her to kill someone?

"You were a bitch sometimes, especially in bed.  You had the urge to tease me all the time, I'm honest with you, I sometimes wished to ram a knife through your heart. But," Jerome chuckled "You had the talent to turn my head that something in me tells me, living without you won't be the same"

"That's uhm...very charming, I guess," Scarlet gulped and dared to look at Jerome for a moment "I seemed to...uh...impress you with my behavior" Clearly, you could see, she was still scared to talk to him. Even though he oddly made her compliments and didn't give her a feeling of being in danger - but his general behavior remained strange. He was so aggressive but at the same time so soft. It was like he couldn't decide how to behave correctly toward her. There were moments where he treated her like his next victim, and other moments he treated her like his girlfriend.

"It was not only your behavior, but doll" Jerome also faced her and stopped playing with his knife "It was your whole appearance. You stood in front of me like a true queen. This pride, this...narcissistic attitude towards others, it was impressing me, no even challenging me"

"Challenging?" Scarlet frowned in confusion "I-I don't understand. Uhm...why did you uh...date me when I was the challenge you wanted to uh...uhm...beat?"

"Aw, ya know, an authority like you sometimes makes a man question who's the rooster in the yard - I surely needed to prove that wrong." Jerome smirked "But I also knew I could make use of you. You were perfect as my doll, my right hand when making plans and spreading chaos over the whole city"

"So... you never loved the 'old' me" Scarlet figured out. She wasn't sad about it since she didn't remember a thing of her oh-so-violent past. She wouldn't be sorry for losing Jerome either. He was scary and odd. His behavior was just weird. And she was happy with him? No way! What has changed her so much? As far as she could remember, she's been always a decent, shy, and calm girl. What would she want with a ruffian like him?

"Darling, what I've felt for you was way beyond love, hate, and affection," Jerome told her "What we had was unique. Our bond was stronger than gravity, it was practically infrangible. You could compare us with 2 cerebral hemispheres: one couldn't work out without the other. We were a team like Bonnie and Clyde - my addiction to you resembled an incurable drug addiction. Being apart from you didn't feel right, even death without you felt wrong." Jerome sighed "You messed with my head a lot"

"That's what love sounds like, actually," Scarlet dared to say but she muted immediately when she just saw Jerome's crazy look at her. You could read his thoughts through his facial expression: love? She thought he was in love with her? Pfft! Love was something he could never express! He lost this function a long time ago - if he ever had this function.

"I don't feel something like love, desire," Jerome bent down to her "I don't feel attraction either, it's just you that drives me crazy - well the old you. The current you is...nah, it doesn't fit with you." This sentence scared Scarlet a lot. As she knew from every horror this meant nothing good, most of the time it meant the criminal would kill the victim sooner or later.

"O-oh, I-I see..." Scarlet stammered, her breathing became faster when she saw Jerome walking around her with his knife. He held it as if he was about to stab her, his gaze wandering down her body as if he was searching for the perfect point to stab. It went shivers down her when she saw this pierced gaze on her face first, which then slowly wandered down her breasts down to her stomach. The whole the scene resembled a satanic sacrifice. Jerome was the satanic psycho and Scarlet was the victim. It was just a matter of time until he made the final stab.

"Usually, I would simply kill you. I would enjoy your screams and cries when I stab you with my knife, I would laugh at every moment you'd try to make to escape this living hell - but you know, I can't kill you," Jerome leaned his face close to hers "I can't kill you because I can't do this to you. There's a barrier in my head that won't let me. But seeing you in her body - it's freaking me out! This is not you! This is not the person that belongs to this body!" He was talking himself into a rage. He became louder and more aggressive, he fidgeted with his knife as if he was about to stab someone.

Scarlet said nothing to this, she knew whatever she said would be wrong and eventually she'd end up dead. One wrong word and Jerome would explode, he wouldn't be able to control the aggression and anger he currently felt for this situation, and he wouldn't be able to control his actions either. He would be like a thunderstorm, causing havoc, no one could stop him, and no one could calm him down. He would destroy, he would kill, and he would cause chaos.

"I mean," Jerome gave her one of his dark grins "I could form you back to the old Scarlet. I could force you to kill people, I could try to make you aggressive over and over again, I could make you hate everyone - even me! I could erase every single feeling in your body up to the point where your body just functions and nothing else," He chuckled "But don't worry Scarlet, this would be too exhausting for me. But I know something better," He walked up to this certain device that even made all that mess "You see this, darling? This will bring the actual Scarlet back to me"

Scarlet's breathing hitched instantly, she knew this device: it was used for electronic therapy, for people with psychoses and heavy depression - or when they were called 'crazy'. By hearsay, people commented using this device on them was contingent upon an indescribable pain you didn't want to feel. This pain made you wish to die. This pain made you feel numb and knocked you out completely. This pain was stronger than everything, you couldn't control your body anymore - the pain and the electroshocks did. They made you cramp, they made every muscle twitch, and you could barely breathe. Through cramps and pain you congealed into a living statue. You couldn't move, your barely breathing were enough to survive, you couldn't talk, you couldn't do anything - and this would be a perfect moment for people like Jerome to use you, abuse you, or even kill you.

"Don't be scared, lil one," Jerome chuckled darkly and grabbed the electrodes, placing them on her head "It will just hurt a little" And when he put the device on, Scarlet started to scream.

Her thoughts were predicted. She felt this unbearable pain that she screamed so loud her voice almost disappeared, her body was uncontrollably trembling and twitching through all the electroshocks. She wanted to cry but she couldn't somehow. There was this pressured feeling in her chest wandering up to her head that made her feel numb. She couldn't move, normal breathing was torture for her, her lungs already started to hurt and burn because it was like she was about to suffocate - within minutes her lungs would collapse, that was for sure.

For Jerome, this scene was filled with pleasure, lust, joy, and excitement. He didn't even think about the eventual consequences that his precious Scarlet wouldn't wake up - oh no - he was assured that this attempt would work to get the old Scarlet back he wanted. He was so sure his plan would work, he knew nothing could stop him, and he apparently knew what to do.

"That's good my dear," Jerome chuckled "Scream and cry, that's what I love to see most on my victims," He put the electrodes away from her head when he noticed she felt unconscious "And now it's time for you to come back don't you think? C'mon doll, show me a smile"

But nothing happened.

He was back at the beginning, on level 0. Scarlet wasn't moving, she was barely breathing, and she was barely alive! There was no eyelid moving, no finger, no nose wrinkling - nothing. She was a living corpse, like a coma patient. Eventually, she would realize what was going on, and eventually, she would hear what Jerome would tell her if he spoke to her -but how high was the chance she'd ever come back to him? She indeed came back to him but it was the false version of Scarlet. Jerome didn't want a shy and innocent girl that would resemble every one of his female victims when they were standing beside him. He needed someone with power and ambition, without remorse or any feelings. He needed a killer machine, someone who would do several criminal actions without overthinking. He needed someone who was as special as him: equal cleverness, craziness, strength, creativity, this person should be capable of making master plans, they should react perfectly to every situation whether it was critical, risky, or else - and this perfect person was his old precious Scarlet, but she was gone thanks to him. Jerome was furious, nothing was working right, and everything was against him.

"Damnit!" Jerome yelled, slamming his fists on the table "I'm not done with you, yet, doll, because I will bring you back, even if it takes me the whole day!" He grumbled in anger "I will bring you back, you hear me? I won't give up on you so easily, you won't leave me here alone. At least, we need to make things up since you know, I've been dead" And again he brought the electrodes on her head and turned the device on.

And again, her extremities were cramping, her muscles were twitching, but this time there was no screaming and crying, no begging and whining - Scarlet remained quiet. She didn't move, she didn't breathe, there was nothing. It was like Jerome missed his chance with her. He missed his new chance with living with her, making plans with her, scaring people together, killing them even, and having a glorious time with her when they both see Gotham would end up in chaos. He missed his chance with her to be king and queen of Gotham's underworld.

"For fucks sake wake up!" Jerome almost screamed as he slapped her through the face with all his strength. The sound of his slap on her face expressed all his fury, despair and maybe even sadness in this situation. He wanted her to wake up, what was so hard on it? She just needed to give him a sign like a moving finger or a little breath!

"You challenge me, doll, don't you?" Jerome climbed on the table once and his face hovered right above hers "You exactly know how to drive me nuts, don't you? You love to see me being desperate and not knowing what to do. You just enjoy the fact that I don't have a solution for everything, right? I know you're awake, I know you hear me," He leaned closer to her face, squishing her face "You're just playing with me. You did it all the time. Being the shy anxious girl...that was no fault of mine, it was one of your tricks! You wanted to test me! You wanted to see how I react! Right?!"

He waited a few seconds for an eventual respond - but again there was nothing. No sound, no humming, no breathing.

"Fuck!" Jerome screamed slamming his fists on the table angrily "You really wanna know it, don't you?! You just wanna see what I'm capable of without you! You probably think I'm nothing! You think I'm weak! But you know what," Jerome climbed down, walking back to the device "You're wrong, I'm not weak, " he grabbed the electrodes one last time "You forgot who I am. I am Jerome. I am more powerful than all of the people you know together. A silly girl like you won't make me smile in the face of diversity"

For one last time, the electroshocks wandered through her body, for one last time her body cramped, her muscles twitched, her extremities moved in every direction. The electroshock's power was so enormous that even the lights started to flicker. For Jerome though, it was nothing to enjoy. He almost gave up on the fact to bring Scarlet back to life - but he wanted it so badly. He knew he could do it. He could bring her to life. He was Jerome at least. He could do anything. He was powerful, he had a mastermind. He had done so many things, so much chaos - of course, he would find a solution to this problem, wouldn't he?

"And now, doll," Jerome put the electrodes away, cupping her face when he leaned down to her "It's showtime! Awake! Speak to me!" But again nothing happened "I said speak to me bitch!" And again he slapped her across the face - and as if it was a wonder, she started breathing.

"Hmm," She gave from her, over and over again as if she was about to wake up from a deep slumber. She was moving her head slightly from one side to another. She tried to move her extremities but since they were tied up, she couldn't.

"Yes!" Jerome cheered "HAHA! I knew it! You aren't dead!" He cupped her face one more time "Now come on, open your pretty eyes for me" And she did. Now they both were just staring at each other for a while, saying nothing. Jerome could barely believe it. She was alive, really alive! Now she just needed to be the good old Scarlet and everything was perfect! They would be reunited! They could do all the good old things again they did in the past!

"You're so quiet," Jerome wiped some strains from her face "You have nothing to say, doll? Not a hello, or wha-..."

"I just wonder where I am and why I'm lying on a table, being tied up by you Jerome," Scarlet kept staring at him. She remembered him too well. He was her partner, others would call him her boyfriend but their bond was way stronger than that. They were something indescribable, something only Jerome and her knew what they were "Usually I'm the one who ties my victims up when I wanna kill them, remember? Didn't know you're in charge this time" And this was the moment when Jerome knew he got his precious doll back. Finally!

"Oh, I know," Jerome smirked "But you know, I'm a fan of caveats when trying to revive you. It would have been a shame if you fell down the table, wouldn't it? We don't want you to get hurt, right?"

"What the hell are you talking about?" Scarlet frowned in confusion, she couldn't remember a thing of what happened. Reviving? Her? Was she dead? Was this what dead feels like? Emptiness? Cold? Emotionlessness? “And now fucking untie me! I don't wanna feel like one of your victims!”

“Right, doll,” Jerome started to untie her immediately “You probably don't remember a thing because you were dead. Your head might be a little fuzzy now but soon this feeling will vanish, I promise,” Jerome chuckled “Yeah, Lil Andy was a better gunman than we both thought, but more: he had the guts to shoot at you! I was surprised, shocked even! You told me he was a coward when you provoked him to shoot at you... It was exciting to watch! But it all brings its good and bad sides. We killed Andy but you were dying, too, so I had to revive you”

“Andy,” Scarlet rubbed her wrists when she was finally untied and started thinking. She heard of that guy. She knew the name. But who was he? And why did she provoke him to kill her? Was she mad at him? Or did she just play with him? “Who was that again?”

“He was your little fuck toy during the time I was dead, remember?” Jerome grinned devilishly with a pinch of jealousy and anger when he thought back about all the things they'd eventually done together “You seemed to have a lot of fun with him after all”

“Okay,” Scarlet scratched her head thinking as she sat up “I just remember walking in the dark and hearing some gunshots...and then everything went black. I don't remember anything else... what happened to him?”

“Oh, you know, after we found him, you made fun of him he wouldn't dare to kill you - well, you were wrong, he dared. That's why you now have a little stitched wound on your stomach,” That was the moment when Scarlet pulled her shirt up, seeing the mess of a stitched wound Jerome had made. It looked horrible: so irregular, partly premature, it looked like some idiot tried to let it all out on her “I know it's not my best work, but at least you're alive!” Jerome chuckled “That's what I can't say about Andy. You shot him, too, right in the nuts! Hehe, and I did the rest. I shot him in the face a few times. His face was hella deformed!”

“I see,” Scarlet nodded, trying to get off the table but suddenly a sharp pain went through her stomach that she couldn't move. She cramped instantly, this pain was unbearable. It was like thousands of knives were stabbed into her stomach over and over again “Fuck! Didn't expect it would hurt that much”

“Slow down, doll, otherwise the threads wrench, ”Jerome placed his hands on her shoulders so that she wouldn't keep trying to get up “But don't worry, I'll make sure you recover fast because I already have some plans for how we could restart as king and queen of Gotham City and believe me it'll be worth it”

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[valeskakingdom]

What do you have to lose except your sanity? (part45)

"You know, doll," Jerome panted when he was carrying the unconscious Scarlet in his little hidden track "That reminds me of the time we tried to escape Arkham" He snickered "You got shot in the stomach and I carried you to your way out. Just now, it's a little different, in Arkham you were able to talk to me, but now you're like a corpse"

He laid her on a table and stared at her wound for a while, deliberating how to stop the bleeding and how to recover her. He had no clue about medical treatments or how to revive someone if needed. All he had was an old little medical kit he found there and a device that reminded him of something you used for electroshock therapy. Could he revive her with electroshocks? He could try it at least. But will she be the same? According to all their experiences in Arkham, he knew people could change through it. He didn't want to risk a thing. Scarlet could just change in the wrong way. Imagine, she's a polite, shy, and decent girl - that's horrible! What if her affection for Jerome stopped instantly? What if she called him a monster? A murder? How would Jerome ever plan some brutal murders with her? She would lose all her cleverness, her creativity, and her perfectionism. She would lose everything Jerome appreciated about her! She would become worthless, scum like Oswald. Jerome couldn't bare it. He needed his Scarlet! What should he do without his precious doll? He would have no one to share all the fun with! He would have lost the person that always stayed by his side! That was unacceptable.

"Hmm," Jerome hummed when he touched the wound, seeing that blood was dripping down her clothes "Wow, Andy was no bad gunman. He shot right through your stomach. That's gonna be a hard one as I'm no doctor. But," Jerome grabbed the medical kit and placed it right next to her to open it "I'ma solve your little problem, no worries. I'ma be gentle"

From the medical kit, he grabbed a scalpel and cut the wound wider to have more access to the bullet that was stuck in her stomach. The blood was formally floating down her stomach like a waterfall. The table and the ground were slowly covered in blood  - probably because Jerome cut through a vein. He didn't know it! He had no clue about the human body, he didn't know where to cut best!

"Oh!" Jerome gulped, grabbing some pledget and pressing them against the wound "That was not planned," His eyes widened when he noticed the blood was slightly dripping through the pledges. Blood was everywhere now, it was like Scarlet was taking a bath in it "Hell, doll, you're killing me, you're bleeding out like a slaughtered pig. That's...that's strangely satisfying to see this, you know, you would love that, too, I'm sure about that"

"Damn," He then put the pledget aside when he saw the bleeding somewhat stop and took a pair of little tweezers from the kit to pull the bullet out of her body "That's harder than I expected, I didn't know a little bullet could cause that many problems," He podded with the tweezers in Scarlet's stomach, it was like the bullet was nowhere to be found "Where's that fucking thing? It can't be solubilized, can it?" He kept searching for the bullet until he felt some renitency "Got it!"

Now he stared at the with a blood-covered bullet. It was so pretty, it was shining more than all the stars in the darkness. He was so fascinated by this little thing. It was so small but it could ruin human lives. It could damage muscles, tendons, and ligaments. It damages organs, and it even ends lives! That was so wonderful, Jerome thought, so many lives have ended thanks to little bullets like these, and so many people have suffered - he would enjoy the moment more if this bullet's victim wasn't his doll, though.

"Oh," Jerome immediately pressed another pledget against the wound "We don't want you to bleed out, right? Hehe, this would be a little too tragic for my taste. Now let's see with what I can stitch the wound" He looked again into the medical kit. He saw some plasters, some bandages, the tweezers, a little scissors, some more plasters - and there were needles and thread!

"You know, doll," Jerome tried to pull the thread through the needle's hole "I have no real experience with this. We didn't have something like a TV in the circus, just a silly radio in every trailer to be up to date. I never had the chance to watch all the doctor sitcoms and see their little tricks with their tools so," He sighed " Don't be mad about the ugly scar"

And so he started to stitch the wound, humming his favorite song. You could already think that: it was a bloody mess. He tried to stitch the hole in Scarlet's colon, tried to stitch skin to skin, but he failed. He either formed a knot with the threads or stitched over the actual spot, sometimes even he sutured the colon with her skin, with other organs, or with the colon itself! Her stomach looked like a total mess. He didn't even stitch it right, he thought stitching a wound was like sewing costumes, he just needed to put all layers together to get a good result - it was not true. There was a lot more behind that like sanitizing, aseptic instruments, several devices, and the knowledge - but Jerome didn't care. He just wanted to leave it all behind him and bring his doll back to life.

"Done," Jerome let out a relieved sigh "Not that bad actually, it looks...uhm...like a...uh...a J! Like a crippled J, yes," Jerome snickered "It looks quite good on your doll. I should have marked you much earlier" He then turned around, looking for some certain device "Now, how can I bring you back to life?"

He walked around his hidden track, from one side to another, in every corner and every room. He looked on every shelf, in every room - until he finally found this certain device. As said, he didn't know the device's name, but he knew it was used for electroshock therapy - and maybe this could bring Scarlet back to life.

He carried this heavy device to the table where Scarlet was laying. He put the electrodes on her head right and tied her arms and legs up so that she wouldn't fall on the ground when being electroshocked.

"So my love," Jerome snickered "Time for you to come back to me" And so he turned this certain device on.

Scarlet's body was shaking, her muscles were twitching and the table was shaking, as well. Seeing this scenario fascinated Jerome a lot. He had this certain power over her as if she was just a toy. To see her muscles twitching uncontrollably was so wonderful - and to his luck, Scarlet couldn't say anything against this, he cast a spell over her. He could shock her as many times as he wanted. She wouldn't say a thing, she would let him do it. For Jerome, it was like a dream come true! Finally, he would have control over a certain person without them nagging, babbling, insulting him, or else. He could do whatever he wanted! No one would tell him what to do or what was wrong and what was right.

Jerome tried this certain form of electroshock therapy several times - Scarlet wouldn't wake up. He increased the electroshock's power even, though the device was vibrating so much that he was even afraid it would be damaged. But sooner or later, Jerome turned the device off. He gave up on trying to revive his doll. Nothing worked. He lost his doll thanks to an idiot. That was impossible! He wouldn't lose Scarlet because of just a little bullet, would he? Scarlet wouldn't do this to him! She promised to stay with him! How could she do this to him?! - this was the moment when Jerome started to freak out. He could bare that Scarlet was dead. He couldn't bare that fate decided to take her life when he was practically reborn - and now he couldn't bring her back! It was similar to the story of Romeo and Juliet: Jerome died in front of Scarlet, was revived for some odd reason, and when they were just about to be reunited, Scarlet died a stupid death. Jerome hated it. He hated that stupid stories like these would become true once and nothing could have changed. It was ridiculous!

"Hmm," You suddenly heard from that corpse that was laying on the table. Jerome was surprised. Did his therapy work? Did he revive her? Or was it just the last breath shortly before the outcome? He wasn't sure, so he took a look at her. Her fingers started to move as if they were like vegetables that were about to defrost - so his attempts had to work!

"I knew you wouldn't leave me, doll," Jerome grinned, leaning his face close to her now cupped face "Now open your little pretty eyes for me" He was excited his little plan worked. He wouldn't have expected that after his several failed attempts.

And she did - but something was different.

She looked shocked, she seemed to panic when she saw Jerome's scarred, stapled, and distorted face right in front of her. This didn't look human to her. This was monstrous! He looked so gross, so inhuman. Was he even a real human? Or was it just a dream? Or was Scarlet delusional? Was it just her senses' trick? Who was this guy even? What did he want from her? Why was he staring at her?

"What's up, sweet cheeks?" Jerome gave her a questioning look "Something's wrong with my face?"

"Who, who are you? A-and where, where am I? I-I... Who-what has happened?" Scarlet wouldn't stop looking at him shocked, fearing, and panicking. In this formal trance, she was in, she tried to tear her arms up to push him away from her - but she couldn't. Her hands and even legs were tied up that she couldn't move away from the table - and this made her think she was in danger.

"It's me! Jerome! We’re here in my little hidden track" He frowned at her in confusion, what was wrong with her? She's never been so anxious before. Was the electroshock's aftermath? Was it what Scarlet had always talked about? The personality change like with Andy and Oswald? But memory loss? She never mentioned a word of it, didn't she? No, this couldn't be real, could it? "I rescued you from the dead, your little friend Andy was a good gunman. He shot you pretty bad in your stomach but God bless me, I fixed it" Jerome snickered "You seem a little fuzzy through all these electroshocks, huh? I know that feeling. My head was formally spinning after Dwight revived me. That will disappear soon enough, doll"

"U-untie me, p-please..." Scarlet stammered in a whisper, she was so scared of Jerome, you could tell. He was intimidating her with his look and his behavior. It was so crazy, so scary, it already showed her he wanted nothing good "The uhm...ties h-hurt my wrists a-and uhm... I can’t feel m-my legs..."

"Hmm," Jerome pretended to think "No. Your behavior seems a little strange to me, you know," he claimed on the table and hovered right above her body "I've heard electroshocks can make you fuzzy and change you - but that they would change you that much? It's almost incredible. You're the complete opposite of yourself! You've been so brutal, violent, and bloodthirsty, we used to have so much fun out there with killing, taking people hostage, and spreading chaos over Gotham. We were the Queen and King of the Underworld - and now you're just a pitiful little shy girl that's scared for her life when seeing me"

"M-me?" Scarlet looked completely shocked by what she has heard from him "I-I killed people? That's, that's not possible, I-I could never do such a-a cruel crime" She wanted to cry. This had to be lies! She would never kill someone! She wasn't capable of doing it! She could never hurt someone! She was the friendliest person in town! She had no reason to hurt someone at all!

"Oh it is possible, my love," Jerome chuckled, grabbing her chin softly and eyeing her deeply "You're not just any killer, you're a real bad bitch. Citizens used to call you Gotham's Grim Reaper. Whenever you walked across the streets, people died. It started with your parents, your dad's coworkers, your brother, his silly girlfriend, up to Theo Gallavan, and your little hookup Andy - you killed them all, it was all in the news! You-..."

"Oh my God..." Hearing this made her cry at least. She and a murderer? How was that possible? And why couldn't she remember it all? "I'm a monster... I killed my parents...and my brother... Please don't tell me it's true..."

"Shhh," Jerome shushed her, wiping her tears from her cheeks "Don't be sad about it, they deserved to die. They were the reasons for all your breakdowns, your depression, and your crying overnights. Think about it, you're free now! You can do whatever you want in this world! You can let all your pain and sorrow out on people,” Jerome cupped her face again “And I will help you with it”

“N-no,” Scarlet shook her head, whispering “I need to go to the police to report myself. I need to stand up for all these cruel things. I-...” She couldn't even speak out her sentence when Jerome violently slapped her across the face. She was shocked, it made her speechless. She couldn't even look at him so scared she was of him now. Slapping was just the beginning, she thought, what would he do next?

“You won't do anything without my permission!” Jerome couldn't hear it anymore. This wasn't Scarlet who spoke to him, this was another person. This person wasn't evil, they had no passion for murder and death, they lost this sparkling in their eyes when they looked at Jerome. There was fear because she thought Jerome would start torturing her to death. Her eyes just expressed she didn't want to be with him, that she wanted to run away “Do you think I'll let you go? HAHA, I won't. You're stuck in here with me until you become my old precious little doll that you've been before - and I'll do anything to achieve that”

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[valeskakingdom]

We all could go insane with just one bad day (part44)

"So what do you think?" Scarlet asked Jerome "The butcher knife or the pocket knife?" She couldn't decide. Both were super sharp, with the pocket knife you could perfectly stab, and with the butcher knife, you were able to separate body parts. But what was better?

"You won't need a knife when using guns, doll," Jerome commented, accounting himself with several guns "Why string something out when you can eradicate the problem immediately?"

"Why eradicate the problem immediately when stringing out problems is much more fun?" Scarlet frowned at him "Plus he's not your enemy, he's mine. I know him better than anyone else, and so I know what's best for him"

"Nobody likes smartasses," Jerome grunted as he turned to her, placing a hand on her cheek "You're quite wrong, my love, he is indeed my enemy. No one touches you without my permission" Just the thought of this certain person was horror for Jerome. Never in his life has he ever experienced such jealousy. But Scarlet was his doll, only his! She belonged to him! Just the thought of someone else touching her made him freak out. She was his property!

"Your jealousy gains the upper hand," Scarlet frowned "Better get that under control, I can't need unprofessionalism. You surely remember how I handle my stuff or did that part die in your little brain?" You surely wo der why Scarlet was like that, it's easy to say: Jerome's jealousy was slightly driving her nuts. He wasn't just a little jealous, he was extreme. That was not professional, this was a thing she couldn't stand.

"Don't be so naughty, darling," Jerome's hand wandered down her neck and squeezed it tightly, making her gulp "I wouldn't want to see you die so quickly after my return"

"You shouldn't underestimate me, my love" Scarlet grinned devilishly as she started squeezing his throat tightly, as well "The time you were dead, Gotham has changed a lot, as do I. I'm not the little crazy teenage girl you've met before. I am the dark shadow that protrudes over Gotham."

"And I'm gonna be the light that kills the shadow if it's not behaving," Jerome grumbled, he wasn't sure whether he should like this attitude on his little Scarlet. Sure, he remembered she could be a brat but now... She was an asshole instead of a horny brat. What happened to her?

Scarlet just chuckled to herself and hid both of the knives under her clothing. It was ridiculous to fight with Jerome. He always thought he could win a fight with his fronting and in a know-it-all manner. It would probably turn out into a huge massacre if they both kept provoking each other.

"You've changed a lot during the time I was dead" Jerome muttered when he opened his grip from her throat "Tell me what I've missed. I'm curious, lastly, I need to be up to date"

"Well," Scarlet sighed "After your murder, I wandered through the streets and killed all kinds of people and tried to kill Theo Galavan. It took me a while until he was killed. It wasn't me, it was Jim Gordon who killed him"

"Jimbo?" Jerome grinned fascinated "Looks like he's been switching sides" It amused him a lot to hear that, Jim Gordon was not the good cop as everybody thought. Of course, it was acquainted that Jim Gordon used to break some rules to do the apparent right thing - but killing the old major was huge!

"Yeah whatever," Scarlet sighed "I worked with Oswald Cobblepot, our current major. He let me live with him for a while until he and I were sent back to Arkham. We wouldn't be there if Oswald didn't lie to Jim Gordon and told everybody we killed Theo and not Jim. To me, his weird behavior is questionable"

"That's typically for a guy like him," Jerome chuckled, shaking his head "We should visit him, don't you think? Haven't seen the good old Oss in a while" Hearing this hit a nerve. Scarlet was sent back to Arkham thanks to a stupid penguin man whose biggest fear was losing people and being alone. That Scarlet hasn't killed him right after they escaped was questionable.

"No," Scarlet shook her head "Oswald and I been through the same shit in Arkham such as torture by electroshock therapy, degradation through many tests and experiments, and a lot of therapy sessions that included manipulation thanks to Hugo Strange. He wanted us to be the opposite of each other. Oswald was the innocent polite guy from next door and I was the cold heart psychopathic killer machine. What he wanted to achieve with this stays unknown because he disappeared or something. However, he released both of us after some time. Oswald was the same and healed man and I used to be his bodyguard"

"Huh," Jerome commented thinking, having Scarlet as a killer machine and as just glorious - on the one hand. On the other hand, he noticed her changing a lot during all this, which he didn't like. He wanted his old Scarlet back, the little violent and brutal girl, cackling and having the time of her life - not some strange creature she was now "A nice story you have there, very tragic and all - but now tell me, how did you meet Andy?"

"Andy," Scarlet chuckled darkly "I met him in Arkham. He used to be an interesting character. He was ignorant, an asshole, and he was a loner. He was the opposite of you but still, there was something that spurred me to get him around. After some time he was convinced of me when I presented my skills like seducing some guards or being the leader in the little group of inmates I have formed. From there on we worked together"

"You enjoyed his presence, didn't you? Lil Andy always being by your side and helping you out. Sounds lovely" This was the moment when his enormous jealousy came up again, he hated Andy more than Dwight, more than anything. Jerome would even dare to call him his mortal enemy. He touched his Scarlet, he was sure trying to supplant Jerome - and this was a no-go.

"Jerome," Scarlet chuckled shaking her head, his jealousy was so ridiculous "I wouldn't want to kill him if I was enjoying his presence. The death wasn't doing you good, huh?"

"Death was dull to me," Jerome stated "You've just lived through old memories, good ones, and bad ones - and this over and over again. Nothing was exciting about it. There was no boom, no pow, no bang like here," Then he faced her "It gave me time to think about everything, especially about you. You wouldn't dare to leave me hanging for that bastard, right sweetcheeks," Jerome chuckled bitterly, hiding all the guns under his clothing"You know as good as me that we're meant to be. You're dependent on me as I am from you. No one could replace the other, there's no one better than us"

"I know" Scarlet was thinking intensively. What Jerome said wasn't wrong. Indirectly, Scarlet was dependent on Jerome. He was the one who gave her another point of view on situations. He gave her new and more ideas for plans, he helped her choose the right equipment - he helped her with everything "That's why we're killing the enemy"

***

"Jerome!" Scarlet yelled in a whisper "Come here, I found him!" Jerome immediately jogged to Scarlet and watched their target walking down the street all alone. They didn't seem to look happy, they seemed thinking, maybe even a little sad, and not concentrating on their surrounding. They left their head hanging, they didn't look forward, just down to the ground.

"That's Andy? Really?" Jerome frowned, starting at this certain person "I thought he was more uh...intimidating and not a milk face. What did you want about him? He's not worth it"

"He was all I had in Arkham. He was my ticket to freedom, you know," Scarlet kept staring at Andy "I couldn't count on Oswald since he was brainwashed and almost knocked out through the electroshocks. You weren't there to help me"

"I've been always there, doll," Jerome chuckled, tapping with his index finger on her head "Right in here. I've never left you, you were the one who left me. You gave up on the thought that I'm with you. I'm about to say you forgot about me" He grabbed her chin and turned her face to him "Am I right?"

"I never forgot about you, Jerome," Scarlet started eyeing him "Just why should I think of someone that wouldn't help me out in critical situations?" She looked back at Andy, who almost disappeared in the dark "Let's go after him"

They followed Andy down the street, he just kept walking, he didn't even turn around to make sure no one was following him - it was like he blurred his vicinity out.

Andy walked further down the street, into a dark alley. You could hear him humming a certain, which one stayed unknown. Maybe this melody just expressed his mood? Maybe he tried to clear his head by humming? But from what? Still from the fact, Scarlet was playing with him? From the fact he couldn't believe Scarlet was such an asshole and used him for good? So he was bearing grudges? Or was it Fish Mooney? Was it her who caused him problems so that he was acting like this?

Suddenly Andy stopped walking, he was looking to his left and his right as of he was looking for something. His body movements showed he was sighing, probably because he didn't find what he was looking for, or more, what he was hoping to find.

"Okay, Andy," You heard Andy say "Find the reason why you couldn't shoot her. You don't feel something for her, do you? How could you? She ripped your heart in two, she used you for her triumph."

"He's a little melodramatic, isn't he?" Jerome commented when he heard Andy speaking. In his eyes, he was just an idiot, a pussy, and a scallywag. And he wanted to replace Jerome? How? Andy was a nobody! He could never replace someone like Jerome.

"He became this way after his therapy. He wanted to be like you because he thought you were all I wanted" Scarlet told him in a whisper "That's why he agreed on this stupid therapy at all. He didn't do it because of the power you might gain, he did it for the personality Hugo Strange surely has guaranteed him"

"What did Hugo guarantee you?" Jerome glanced at her "Was it power? Intelligence? Creativity? Or even fame?"

"It was nothing of it," Scarlet scoffed "He was interested in my intelligence. He was fascinated by my character and the fame I'd already reached. Hugo Strange was the one who wanted to control me like a marionette to use me for his upcoming plans. He implanted several microchips in my head, and gave me electroshocks and commands through it. If I resisted I got tortured"

"I remember," Jerome murmured, then he focused back on Andy what he was talking to himself. Sure he always wanted to kill Hugo Strange for the things he has done to his precious Scarlet, but now there was no time to think about him - Andy was the focus. He came first, the time for Hugo Strange would come soon enough.

"She is the only enemy I have, the only enemy I need to kill. But she's also the person that hurt me, that damaged me." You suddenly saw him grabbing something out of his pocket "She needs to be punished by my hand. She needs to feel the same pain I felt." Andy paused "But how shall I punish her when I can't pull the trigger?"

"Maybe you need another chance!" Scarlet yelled at him with a slight chuckle when she saw him standing there, confused, surprised, and maybe even a little shocked "You know most people fail on the first try, so no worries"

And again Scarlet was testing Andy. She wanted to see whether he would keep his promise of being her nightmare the next time they meet.

"Scarlet," You heard him whisper when he turned around "I didn't expect you to meet but I knew you would search me" Andy was calm, maybe a little too calm by his standards "And you are Jerome, right?" This was the moment Andy turned around "I knew you would search me either. I can smell your jealousy. You want to take revenge on me for everything I did with and on Scarlet"

"Nah, taking revenge on you would be a little harsh, isn't it?" Jerome chuckled, stepping forward to Andy "I wanna get to know this person my doll was hanging out with when I was...you know...dead" Of course, Jerome wanted to take revenge on him, he wanted to kill him, of course, he wished to turn the time back that Scarlet would have never met this asshole - but Jerome wouldn't be Jerome if he didn't play some tricks on Andy.

"I know what you're trying to do, Jerome" Andy chuckled, shaking his head. Did they think he was that naive? "You're overplaying all your jealousy and hatred to make me think I'm safe. You wanna make me think we can talk at eye level, but secretly you wanna kill me"

"No," Jerome grinned "See, I wanna thank you. You took care of my doll in my absence, you made sure no one hurt her badly, you gave her a home, and you gave her all I couldn't give her at that time. You're a good pal," Jerome clapped him on Andy's shoulder.

"Am I?" Andy chuckled "Your acting is indeed fascinating, but I don't fall into your trap as other people do. I know your character," He then stepped forward to Scarlet "As I know what's going on in your little head. You're not here just to have a little small talk, you wanna kill me. You and Jerome wanna do it like in the good old times: choose a victim and torture it to death"

"Wow," Scarlet grinned "You're a real smart aleck. Where's been your cleverness at the time we've been together?" She cupped his face "I can't remember you've been so wise"

"And I can't remember you've been so quiet by your standards," Andy chuckled clasping her cheek "On other days you've been talking and commanding like hell, but in Jerome's near you belittle yourself. Strange, isn't it? Seems like lil Patel isn't that dominant as she always claims," He leaned his face closer to her to deepen the eye contact "Looks like you're a little submissive, huh?"

This was the moment when Scarlet punched Andy right into his face and probably broke some of his bones. She hated being called a submissive. She wasn't one! How could she e b submissive toward a man?! She had enough bad experiences with men in her past, but she spoke up! Why should she be scared of a man then?

"Don't you dare to call me a submissive again, motherfucker," Scarlet hissed when she seized him by a collar "It won't turn out well for you anyway"

"Calm down, my doll" Jerome chuckled amused, placing his hand on her shoulder softly "We don't wanna knock him out before we have even started the show, do we?"

"And I start mine, see you in hell, Scarlet" This was the moment when Andy pulled his gun and shot blindly at Scarlet - he hit her stomach causing her to bleed a lot. Scarlet fell to the ground, she was shocked and maybe a little surprised Andy dared to shoot at her. She didn't expect that, no one probably really did. According to his last attempt, you would think he gives in. But he was so...so strong, so brave, so energetic, so flared up - so different. He was a new person in complete.

"You fucking asshole!" Scarlet winced in pain, but in response, she shot with her gun before Jerome could - and she hit his nuts, he directly fell on the ground through all the pain "You think you could kill me?" She started cackling hysterically "Nothing can kill me, mate, not you, not Hugo Strange, not the GCPD." With all her strengthened tried to get up, still pointing her gun at him "Now see you in hell, asshole!" And she shot in Andy's face, two times, three times, four times. His face was defaced. It was bleeding everywhere, you couldn't even recognize his actual face anymore, it was full of holes.

"Nah, that's not enough," Jerome pointed his gun at dead Andy and deformed his face with his shots even more. He let out all the hate he felt for Andy. Goddammit, he fucked Scarlet! He touched all her sweet spots! He played with her body like Jerome used to do! While shooting, Jerome thought of every time Andy touched Scarlet, whether it was her tits, her legs, her face, or else. It made him even more aggressive. He wished to cut off his extremities, to cut off his head and prick it with a stake to use it as a trophy. He wanted to rip his organs out, or even better, to choke him with his colon - too bad Andy was dead already.

"That was good," Jerome tackled, letting out a relieved sigh "It was just not the death I expected. It should have been more...intimidating and exciting. We couldn't even start the show! What a pity," Then Jerome looked at Scarlet confused. She had said nothing, yet, she just stared at her stomach and watched it bleeding out "You're okay doll? You're pretty quiet now"

But before Scarlet could say a thing, she stared at Jerome, blank and emotionless, her hands and knees started to shake through her dwindling vigor - and everything went black.

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Everybody has to start somewhere (part43)

"Hang on Dwight. We've got a busy night instead" Jerome claimed while driving the stolen police car when he suddenly found a bag with something that looks like skin "What's that?"

"Looks familiar, don't you think?" Scarlet frowned when she looked at the bag. She knew it was Jerome's face. You could see his lips, nose part, and the part where his eyes used to be.

"This guy's hilarious!" Jerome tackled when he realized it was his face. Why would you put that in a bag? To preserve traces? Everybody knew it was his face!

"We should place it back on your face," Scarlet told him "It expedites your face's healing process and maybe eradicates the little mess our friend in the back has made" She looked back at Dwight with a huge devilish grin on her face. She saw he was scared, he didn't know what was coming next. Will they kill him, Scarlet surely told Jerome so. He hoped Jerome would have mercy a little, he just did it for the fans! He did it for good! But Dwight also knew Jerome: he had no mercy.

"What's up, Dwight? Are you nervous?" Scarlet chuckled amused. Through his facial expression, she could read his mind. She knew he was scared as she could see he prepared himself for the worst case - death.

"M-maybe a little..." Dwight stammered insecure. Oh, he was scared. He knew this drive would have no good end for him. The best end for him would be if they called him their little helper and did certain stuff for them - but this would never happen. He already fucked up by cutting off Jerome's face. The only hope he had was a painless and peaceful death.

"Good," Scarlet chuckled amused "Better be scared of what's coming next" She was already prepared for the killing. She thought of stabbing him, cutting his fingers off - actually the usual stuff she has done to her brother. But he should suffer, even more than her brother. What Dwight did was a sin, a sin you can't forgive.

"Don't scare our guy away, doll," Jerome told her "He'll be scared of all the fun we gonna have"

***

"I told you better get stitched" Scarlet rolled get eyes when Jerome winced in pain while stapling the skin back on his face "Your face is way too stretched back when you keep stapling...and you sound like a whiney baby"

"How about I cut your face off and staple it back on your head?" Jerome murmured, stapling another part of his face. Some parts were bloody from the poked holes in his head, some other skin parts were so stretched it seem to wrench any second.

"Deal, then I can show you how to not overstretch your facial skin" Scarlet chuckled amused while watching him torturing himself "Painful, huh?"

"It's strangely satisfying me" He chuckled and grunted at the same time when he stapled the last part of his face. When Scarlet looked at him, he looked like Frankenstein's monster. His face was stretched to all sides, the corners of his mouth were wrenched in, blood dropped out of and his face seemed slightly misplaced on some parts "So... how's it look?"

"It's good. It looks good," Dwight told him with a whispering stammer as Jerome turned in his and Scarlet's direction.

"Lovely," Scarlet smiled "Like a misshaped cat. But I'm honest," She walked a few steps to Jerome, examining his face when she cupped it. She felt a tingling feeling in her stomach when she saw all the blood, when she imagined the pain Jerome felt or the upcoming scars that will appear in the next weeks, "It kinda turns me on"

"Wait 'til later, doll, we're gonna have some hella fun together," With his index finger he moved her head upward to make intensive eye contact with her with a painful but slight smile - then he looked at Dwight. All his facial expressions immediately faded away. Usually, Jerome was able to see jokes, he loved it to see people hurt, and he loved to see blood and pain - but not when it comes to himself. Nobody should dare to harm him in any way, not to mention embody him, steal his face to then be in Scarlet's good books.

"You wouldn't lie to me, right, Dwight?" Jerome slowly stepped forward to him, even this walk was threatening for Dwight. His anxiety was increasing - in other circumstances, of course, he'd be happy to experience Jerome in real life, to see his actions, his ordinary behavior - just everything - but now it was better to run away from him.

"We don't want to cause any problems, do we?" Scarlet smirked, walking up to Jerome and him. She loved to tease and scare Dwight like that. His facial expression was indescribable. His eyes widened every time she looked at him, talked to him, or walked up to him. You saw his body shaking a little, he was so nervous and helpless, you could see he wanted to flee - but he couldn't.

"No" Dwight immediately said, tensed "It looks good. It's good" Jerome just smirked about his reaction and walked up to the little so-called shack that was filled with tons of tools - and this made Dwight even more nervous "Say...you're not mad, are you?"

"Mad?" Jerome frowned at him, playing with his mind a little - of course, he was mad! No one should ever try to replace him, especially not in front of his little doll! "What could I possibly be mad about? Huh?"

"You know, the whole cutting off your face." Dwight hesitated to say.

"Oh, buddy," Jerome chuckled "You brought me back from the dead," Jerome handed him the big camera which he needed for his coming act "What's a cut off face between friends?"

"I guess that's true" Dwight excitingly said - the fact he was being so naive, he completely forgot that Jerome was playing with his mind. He was even happy that Jerome gave him the camera to help him, because he now thought he could help him with his act.

"You guessed right," Now Jerome started preparing for his little act, he put some equipment together he found in this certain hall to make it all glorious - for him especially "Bingo."

"What are, what are you doing?" Dwight stuttered in confusion and maybe a little in curiosity. Watching Jerome doing his stuff was just fascinating, but also a little terrifying when he doesn't know his plan, especially.

"What do you think?" Scarlet chuckled, playing with her knife a little "He's preparing for the noble war, and you'll play a decisive role in it. Sounds exciting, right?"

"You'll see" Jerome finally said and started walking through the hall "Come on doll, we've got to something very big" Scarlet followed him immediately.

"What shall I do?" Dwight asked excitingly. He was looking after them to see where they were going. What did they plan? What material will they need? Maybe these questions in his head even scared him a little. God, knows what big plans they have now.

"Just wait," Scarlet smirked as she looked at him "We'll tell you soon enough what to do"

And Jerome and she disappeared in the back. Scarlet smirked and looked up at Jerome when she thought of all the things that might gonna happen now "So what comes first, J? The stabbing or the shooting?"

"Hold up, doll," Jerome looked back straight to see whether he was watching them or not - he was not, instead he seemed to talk to himself according to the babbling noises they'd heard "I know how much you wanna kill that idiot, I can see this death stare in your pretty eyes. But he deserves something more than just stabbing, huh?" Then he prodded her nose "Boom!"

"I see," Scarlet smirked as she understood that little hint, he wanted Dwight's body to explode - a little pitty for Scarlet since she knew this wouldn't cause real pain for Dwight, he'd just be scared to death and would beg for mercy. This couldn't be all, could it? "But don't you think he deserves more than just a short ending of his life?"

"With a parasite, you don't play games until it nests in your body, do you?" Jerome cupped her face, staring deeply into her eyes with a slight smile on his face "You isolate it and let it die slowly. Except now, because I like things to explode" And so he hurried into the little warehouse where all the tons of high-explosive liquid were already waiting for them to be placed next to Dwight.

"Here, take that," Jerome told her when he grabbed the hold of the ton "We've got some to carry outside" You could see Jerome wanted a big explosion as a sign for his come back - and of course, he needed to record it.

"Your proclivity for blasting things didn't die in you, huh?" Scarlet grabbed the hold of the ton and carried it with Jerome outside to the place where Dwight was waiting for them. He watched the whole scene quietly at first when he saw how many tons of high-explosive liquid they were carrying to him. But it was not only the tons, for the icing on the cake Jerome brought some dynamite from another stock and placed it on the tons - some of it he even gave Dwight. For what did they need all that? Did they want to blast the warehouse? This explosion would be enormous! And why the camera? Why did Jerome want to record this? And what did that have to do with him? Will he be killed by an explosion?

"What're the tons for?" Dwight watched them with widened eyes and gulped. He was even more scared than before. What will happen now? What were they about to do?

"These are part of the show my love" Scarlet chuckled darkly as she placed the last ton with Jerome on the ground "And you are the main attraction" She then grabbed a chair that randomly stood in the hall and placed it between the tons "Please take a seat. I'm sure you have a lot of questions"

"Y-yeah..." Hesitatingly, Dwight forced himself to walk up to the chair and take a seat. His body was shaking as hell, he was sweating, his breathing went faster, sometimes it even stopped - and this was the moment where he questioned himself whether it was such a good idea to revive Jerome for Scarlet and the rest of the cult.

"Dwight, my friend" Jerome grabbed some tape out of his pocket and fixed the dynamite he gave Dwight on his body "I appreciate the effort in this little cult and that you brought me back to my doll," Jerome leaned his face closer to Dwight, eyeing him "But see, pretending to be me is a sin that can't be forgiven" Then Jerome looked at Scarlet "Turn the camera on, doll, it's show time"

With a huge smirk and a nasty cackle, Scarlet did what he said. She was excited and happy! Finally, Dwight's life would come to an end after all this! She couldn't wait for Jerome pressing the button to let it all explode - but as she knew him, he'd hold a speech first.

"Testing, testing," Jerome looked at the camera, making sure it was recording the whole scene "Am I live? Am I on air?"

"You are, duh," Scarlet rolled her eyes in annoyance "Now keep it on, ginger, we don't have the entire time to eradicate this parasite!"

"You didn't lose your temper and feistiness over time, doll" Jerome grinned "Can you hear m? Ah, screw it. Let's do it," He took a deep breath "Hi. Some of you may know, I died. Uh oh, but take it from me, death is... dull... But coming back... That's something," Jerome chuckled "Leave it to death to give you a whole new perspective on life."

"And my pretty little doll and I would like to share that with you." Jerome turned to Dwight with a huge grin on his face.

"Now people," Scarlet chuckled bitterly "Watch closely. It's worth it! Kiddies can learn from it what it means when you exasperate a man"

"Right, doll," Jerome grinned, facing Dwight who now wore a police officer's hat "Oh, officer, you look terrible. Hey you got," Jerome paused, taking his lighter "Oh. Tonight Gotham, in the darkness, there are no rules. So, tonight Gotham, do what you want. Kill who you want, hm? And when morning comes you, too, shall be reborn."

This was the moment when he started putting things on fire.

"And uh," Jerome nodded to Dwight "I don't forgive you for my face" He started cackling and walked a few steps to the exit "C'mon doll. Let's let Gotham watch this spectacle in peace" He reached his hand out to her, signaling her to come - and she did.

"Bye Dwight," Scarlet cackled "I hope you have a painful death" And they walked out of the hall fast not to get killed as well. It was a dream for both of them. They were reunited, and nothing changed between them, it was like the good old times. Both were cackling, both were running, and both had the time of their lives. It was phenomenal.

"Now doll watch this" Jerome pointed at all the houses in town, the lights went out as the certain hall exploded, and the whole City was plagued by a blackout- and this was caused by Jerome. He put cables and batteries on Dwight that were associated with the main power supply "Isn't it beautiful? Now the people are scared of upcoming night that will filled with violence and brutality"

"Indeed, J," Scarlet nodded while watching "We should make use of it, don't you think? Let's pick a certain person and bring them their biggest nightmare" She didn't need to think long about a certain person

"Great idea, sweetcheeks," Jerome grinned "Follow me, I've got someone in mind." He grabbed her hand and let her though the dark streets of the city. He was in a hurry of course. He didn't know whether this certain person was still in their residence or not, he wasn't sure whether he was out in town and searching for their actual target.

"Oh, me too" Scarlet chuckled - but what they both didn't know, was they had the same person in mind they wanted to kill - someone who might cause problems between Jerome and Scarlet, and this problem had to be eradicated.

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