23Hey readers, I'm completely stoked with the reviews to Cat Hostage and did not think it would be a hit, but I'm BEYOND grateful for it. The reviews of Bruce being kidnapped by Jerome Valeska for chapter 2 was a very popular suggestion and you'll have to read to find out. If you love reading the first page to this fanfic, please check out my other Gotham one-shots, and they are titled "Heavy" and "Freedom." I had to re-watch "The Gentle Art of Making Enemies" on not to miss a single word. But I'm also putting my own twist to it so… yeah.
Here's chapter 2: The Bat and the Cat reunited part 1.
I do not own the Copyright to What's New Pussycat by Tom Jones.
Enjoy!
Trigger warning: Human torturing and inhumane acts.
Jerome whistles for his amusement as he blocks out the horrified screaming by the brunette young woman as he carves something onto her left side.
Two male lackey's of the madman was holding the chained young woman in place as they followed their leader's command.
Selina screamed in pain as she screamed her heart out with tears covering her eyesight. She looks down seeing the redheaded man craving into her side, "AHHHH! STOP IT YOU PSYCHOTIC BASTARD! LET ME GO! LET ME GOOOOO!" The brunette woman screamed being tortured as she started to become a little dizzy.
"Shut up bitch!" A man with spike hair command as he punches her right in her abdomen.
Selina groans in pain as she puts her head down and faints.
Jerome sighted as he stopped what he was doing as they looked at the spiked hair man, "You just ruined my artwork I was doing on her. I wanted it to be perfect for our guest of honor." He sighs in disappointment and placed his arms together with the knife at his right hand. The redheaded man tilted his head and walking up to the chained-up Selina Kyle. "Oh, one more thing…." Jerome commented as he pushed the blade to her side for a few seconds and cutting a piece of something into his pants pocket. The madman holds his hands in the air and cheered before continuing, "I outdid myself once again and it's a fine piece of work if I do say so myself. Come take a look, boys!" Jerome said proudly followed with a command to see his lackeys seeing what he did to the brunette young woman's body.
The two male lackey's followed the orders and stepping into his direction. They gave their leader around of applause.
"Nice work boss!" The spiked man commented.
"She's going to love this." The blonde buzzcut man with frosted green tips.
The three men looked to see a simple drawing of a cat's head on her. The carving shows the drawing of what a child would draw a cat's head with blood dripping from all sides.
"Chop, chop!" Jerome clapped his hands as he turns his back from the brunette young woman. "Let's go get our guest of honor, shall we boys?" A grin roses to his lips walking towards the exit of a tent with his lackey's following behind him.
Bruce and Alfred walk into the main living room.
"I'll light the candles." The ebony haired teenage boy said as he walks over to the coffee table.
"Good lad. I'll go downstairs to see if there's any light in our generators." The English man stated as he walks over to the fireplace then to leave the room.
The telephone rings. It rings again and again.
"Who's calling at this hour?" Alfred asked being confused as he makes his way towards the phone that was located by the desk.
Bruce stands up straight as he looks at both his butler and the phone. Silence, quiet, and fear the combined trio of feelings all placed on the young man's face.
The silver-haired man places his phone on the handlebar of the phone lightly lifting it.
"Alfred?" The ebony haired teenage boy asked.
The English man placed his index finger on his lips telling him to keep him quiet. He knows something isn't right. Alfred quickly takes his gun out turning around then being hit on the head.
Bruce rushed over to his guardian's side as he was knocked out.
A group of men dressed in strange clothes started to merge out of the shadows into with weapons and Handheld Flares.
A dry crackle of a laugh fills the air and incomes Jerome Valeska back from the dead making noise as if he was a ghost with a lackey following him. The redheaded man walked over to the ebony haired teenage boy with his hands behind his back and bends down to eye level with his back straight, "My, my… Look how big you've gotten?" He spoke as he laughed. The madman stands up straight as he walks back to the fireplace and kicked his foot to turn on the fireplace.
Jerome's Leckie and henchman started to destroy the living room by knocking things down with a crash and cutting up pillows.
"Are you okay?" Bruce asked being concern for his friend's well-being.
"I'll be fine Master Bruce, I'll be fine," Alfred answered as he straightens out.
The madman turns around looking at the living room, "Nice place you got here, you rent?" He said sarcastically.
"What do you want?" The ebony haired teenage boy asked being annoyed and wanting to know.
The redheaded man rolled his eyes, "Attitude. Teenagers, am I right? I remember that time where emotions were all over the place. Doesn't it make you want to kill someone." He recalled the times when he was a teenager years ago.
A henchman holds a glass statue of an owl in his hands and turning his head.
Both Alfred and Bruce were eyeing it.
Jerome looked at the two men then turning to see where they were looking at. 'What in the hell?' He commented in his mind and looks at his henchman, "You, give me." He commanded.
The henchman follows the leader's orders by walking over to him and giving him the owl statue as he steps backward.
The redheaded man held the statue in his hand, "You know, I will never understand rich people's taste." He stated his own truth.
Bruce straightens out his back as he looks dead into Jerome's face, 'The best liars always tell the truth.' The words of Selina Kyle ran through his mind giving him the confidence to fool the madman. "It's worthless. My father found it at a flea market. I kept it for sentimental reasons." The ebony haired teenage boy stated a convincing lie to himself.
The madman mentally rolled his eyes in the back of his head as he had a sinister look on his face not believing what Gotham's Prince had just said. "Nice try. Oh, it's got heft to it." Jerome spoke. His dark brown orbs look at the glass statue, "Be such a shame if I…" He taunted them.
"Oh!" "No, don't." Both Bruce and Alfred yelled.
Jerome purposely dropped the glass owl to his fit and hearing it bounce instead of breaking. He picks up the statue again to his feet. "Huh. Tougher than what I figured. Anyway…" The redheaded man replied as he shrugged his shoulder and tossing the item over his shoulder. The sound of a glass statue break was music to his ears.
"Aah! Bloody hell!" Alfred yelled in anger.
They just witnessed the only thing the two had to know the secrets to The Court of Owls.
Bruce stands up to his feet, "I asked you what you want." He stated raising his voice a bit higher than before.
"Oh, right. sorry. The old noodle's still a little al dente post-thaw." The redheaded man forgot what he was doing here. "I treated myself to cutting up someone just for fun and when that person screamed in pain… was music to my ears. I will enjoy doing the same thing to you too, Brucie." Jerome stated with the biggest smile to his face.
Alfred and Bruce felt sick when they heard that Jerome had a victim being cut up. They feared for the worse.
"Who was this person you cut up? Why did you do it?" The ebony haired teenage boy questioned being serious.
The madman whistle in his enjoyment as he makes his way towards teenaged Bruce Wayne then answered, "Let's just say that this person had a bit of a feline spirit who roared with threats. This person was all talk but no action… because I tied the feline down." He gave a hint as he reaches into his white front jacket pocket and pulling it out a piece of black leather with a blood stain on it. Jerome tossed the piece to the young boy.
The ebony haired teenage boy grabbed the leather and exams it. 'A feline spirit who roared with threats.' His blue eyes flipped the other side of the leather piece. The only person he knows who has a cat-like spirit was… Selina. She was his victim. Jerome hurt Selina. Anger started to boil in his blood as he charges at the madman. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO SELINA?" Bruce yelled in anger and starts punching him.
Three of his henchmen charged Jerome's target as he pulled him away from their leader.
The Englishman was in horror to find out with Bruce that Miss Kyle became Jerome's victim.
The redheaded man placed a hand on his face and rubs it as he jumps into his feet, "Glad that sparked your interest there… is this Selina important to you young fellow? By the looks of it, she is." Jerome questions him.
The ebony haired teenage boy squirmed as he wanted to fight against his Jerome's followers to go over the madman himself.
"Calm yourself, Master Bruce!" Alfred told his employer in a firm fatherly way.
Bruce composes himself with his hands being balled into a fist.
"Anywho…The reason why I am here is that I came to kill you. It's the last thing I remembered before I was killed." Jerome stated as he gets a thrill out of Bruce Wayne's attitude and pulls out his knife aiming at his throat.
"Why?" The ebony haired teenage boy asked wanting to know the reason for his purpose.
"Well… it's the last thing I remember to do. It's what I remember what I woke up. The idea of slitting that pretty pink throat of yours." The madman answered as he tiled his head then croaks then continued, "Figure I cleared the decks, what do you think?" He asked the young boy.
The sound of guns clicking as Alfred stood in position as he was ready to attack.
"I remember that night when you took over the benefit, you were quite the showman." Bruce played along feeding his ego.
"Thank you, always nice to be appreciated." Jerome thanked him as he turned his knife to point the object to the young boy's throat.
"And you're just going to kill me here? How disappointing," The ebony haired teenage boy continued with his staling as his blue eyes were staring at the creation of evil as he stood strong and serious.
Jerome had a grip to his face as he kept staring at his prey and grasping the concept to the young boy's words. He raises his knife in the air above his head. He rolls his eyes as he steps away from him, "What do you mean?" The madman asked.
"After all the build-up, coming back to life, and turning out all the lights in Gotham. Kill me here just doesn't show a lot of…" Bruce stops at his words.
The redheaded man jumped on the couch and started to kick pillows off as he tried to figure out the Gotham's prince's words. "Flair? Hmm? Style? Panache?" Jerome tries to finish the words and kicking something at the coffee table breaking glass. He started to grow impatient, "Well, come on boy spit it out. I can take it." He replied wanting to hear what else Bruce had to say.
He has his shoulders back with Jerome's henchman back off and holding his headstrong, "I'm Bruce Wayne. I am the ruling elite. My company is the machine that keeps the cogs of Gotham running. Killing me should mean something! And you're telling me that no one's going to see it?" The ebony haired young man indulges the madman's interest playing along.
Jerome circles around him as Bruce spoke his words and had chills running down his spine. Some ideas were bubbling in his mind to get the juices flowing with his knife gently slowly going around the ebony haired teenage boy's neck. 'Well… he does make a point about killing him should mean something. In the public eye, where the citizens of Gotham and his followers could all see his death along with Selina's. I want to see that hatred out of him once he sees the work I did on her plus more.' He was a conversation in his mind as he grinned to his prey, "Are you saying I need an audience?" Jerome asked him as he grabs the young teens neck before he finishes, "Oh, Look." The redheaded man forcefully grabs Bruce's neck towards him with the knife is a few inches away from him. "I know you're just trying to buy time so you can escape. But your point is still valid," He breaks from his speech whispering into his ear and pulling away as he looks at his men. "Saddle up boys! We're taking this show on the road!" Jerome cheered walking away from the ebony haired teenage boy.
Bruce was relieved as he closed his eyes, 'Please Selina, please be alright. I'm coming to save you.' He prayed mentally in his mind. The ebony haired teenage boy knew he was going to stall Jerome Valeska until both Alfred and Detective Gordon can save both of them.
The English man walks towards the young man with the madman pointed his knife at him stopping in his tracks.
"No, no, no. Not you old chum, the Prince of Gotham needs a proper death. You not so much, kill him." Jerome told the butler with his blade that was in front of the old man going towards his prey then followed by a command.
The redheaded man's followers responded to their leader's orders and walking towards him.
"Alfred, no!" Bruce yelled out in concern with his hand reaching towards him.
The English man puts a hand on the young boy's shoulder, "This is what you were trained for Master Bruce and you're going to keep going and going. You're going to be strong." Alfred spoke being stern with high confidence.
This was the moment where Bruce instantly closed the chapter of being the scared boy from the alleyway to now being a man standing strong in the face of evil. "I won't forget you Alfred and I will come back for you, I promise." He spoke being serious and firm.
Jerome rolled his eyes with this touching moment is making him sick, "Are all rich people this close and personal with their butlers?" He commented with a knife pointed behind Bruce Wayne's back and his lackey's taking hold on both arms to the ebony haired teenage boy.
An unknown location, Jerome Carnival Takeover
At a tent
A group of lackeys was laughing as they took turns hitting the brunette young woman one by one and started to sing a tune. They hit start to take aim hitting her everywhere but her head.
Selina screamed in pain as she wiggles herself while being chained up, "AAHHHHHHHH!" She clenched her eyes shut with tears coming down her face. The brunette young woman keeps on screaming.
What's new pussycat whoa
What's new pussycat whoa oh
Pussycat, pussycat, I've got flowers
They started to sing as the danced to Selina's screaming in pain. A female lackey takes a bat and swinging the weapon towards the young woman's calf and hips.
The brunette young woman sprang upward with her back arching up and tries to use to chain to hit the followers.
And lots of hours to spend time with you
So go and powder your cute little pussycat nose
Pussycat, pussycat, I love you yes I do
To be continued….
Let me know what you guys think by reviewing this chapter. I'm already thinking about what to write for the next chapter. I can't believe this was seven pages. But don't worry I'll make this fanfiction piece worth your wild.
Have a great Wednesday Night!
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-Honeylove90