As promised in this poll, the Attraction is here ! I hope you will all like it.
TW : brutal death, people burning to death, execution, springlock failure, decapitation and child death.
Taglist : @baldieboi, @fantasticarcadefan , @fallen-angel2470 , @feral-childs-word, @bbmgirll, @hai-there-how-are-you
Word count : 8592, not proofread
Attraction's suit appearance
Some say that evil isn’t birthed but made, there is always an exception to the rule and it was you.
Your father always knew you would be like him, special but misunderstood. He could see it in your eyes, that glint, always in need of violence and not a simple fight but blood, suffering and death.
It started with some insects you found in the garden, a cricket ? You removed a leg and looked with wide eyes as it frantically tried to escape, the panicked movement of it’s legs were hypnotizing. Then came the ants, so many possibilities ! Crushing them, microwaving a few or feeding some to a spider.
It’s almost like you could taste it, the impending doom. The final moments of life and it was intoxicating.
Death was fascinating to you, people feared it but you always loved the morbid, what did people felt during their last moments ? What does death feel like ? You would give so much to see the life leaving their eyes, hearing their last heartbeat or their final breath.
You soon discovered that prolonging the suffering was another source of anguish, instead of ending it quickly, why not torture these poor insects more ? You were flooding ants hill, burning a moth’s wings and tore legs from centipedes and you could only wonder how the pain felt like, such monstrous curiosity !
Your father noticed and he couldn’t be more proud of you, you were an Afton ! More than that, you were both alike, cruel and merciless but he always told you it was normal.
It truly started during middle school, you brought a bird you captured and showed your classmates the funny noise it made when you snapped some of it’s bones.
They didn’t understand, how silly of them. “you are hurting it !” they said, “it’s cruel !” they exclaimed.
You showed them how to play the game.
You broke the boy’s arm and he screamed, such a beautiful noise. You snapped the girl’s wrist and she cried out in pain, music to your ears. Only one of them understood, a pale girl calling herself Jane and you were glad to finally have a normal friend.
The teachers came running only to find you and Jane peacefully talking while two children were on the ground crying, safe to say you were almost expelled but your father was quite charismatic, he assured them that you were only defending yourself after these mean children dared to hurt your bird, and it was true ! Even Jane defended you and you were eternally thankful for that.
Your father was happy about this development, even at such a young age you already fought someone and won. In public he scolded you harshly but at home ? He hugged you and told you how great you did.
“Reader, you will be even better than me one day, you will show them what it means to be an Afton and I cannot ask for anything better from my son.” he told you warmly as he showed you the workshop he was spending most of his time in.
It was full of blueprint and metallic suits resembling animals. You were to young to understand most of it but you liked the yellow rabbit suit, you excitedly jumped around asking him to have it. “Grow a bit son, and I’ll gladly give it to you.” He smiled as you looked at the suit.
Other children at school were terrified of you and Jane, she told you that it was because of the two children you brutalized earlier in the year but you didn’t care, you had a friend and it was all that mattered.
She introduced you to her family and they were wary of you, much to her chagrin as her parents always pressed her to find a friend, although you did hear some joke that she finally found a boyfriend.
“Boyfriend, what is that ?” you asked confused, you were a boy and her friend so why was she blushing ?
“it’s nothing” she tried to play it off but she was obviously embarrassed, luckily for her you didn’t understand that word yet.
Middle school went without much incident as your father insisted on you not getting into trouble, he wouldn’t always be there to get you out of trouble and you needed to lay a low profile. “I know son, you want violence, you crave it but for now. Stay quiet and calm alright ?”
High school was a playground for you, your father taught you to control yourself more and Jane was with you in class, you two often fought during sport class and you both loved it. She was fast and moved with such class, it was hypnotizing, like watching a ballet dancer.
You still got into some trouble but it was easier to get away with it, just teenagers messing with each other right ? How wrong they were, the school staff never knew. How could they ?
It started with another guy, he was getting close with Jane and you didn’t understand that feeling in your chest, a weight on your heart while your feelings were confused. Why were you feeling like this ? They were just talking but you didn’t like that so you got rid of him.
It was pathetically easy, he ran fast but you were faster. You had to do it quickly since you were supposed to be at Jane’s house for a sleepover and she was covering for your absence, she didn’t like him either and unfortunately for him, You both had the same idea: killing him.
the poor boy never got a chance to scream, you covered his mouth and slowly sank the blade in his chest. The haunted look in his eyes was intoxicating. It was an exhilarating experience, one that you wanted to try again.
The walk back to her home was quiet but unique, you had just killed someone. You climbed back to her room and changed into some pajamas instead of the clothes you used during the chase and Jane simply asked “how was it ?”.
She knew how the first time felt when killing someone and she was eager to know how you felt. “I can’t say, excited, scared and asking for more I would say” you replied as you sat on the bed, she could practically feel the excitement rolling off of you in waves.
She smiled as she looked at her nails, “I figured you would be, it was similar for me.” you smiled at her “you always know what to say, who was your first victim ?” you asked her with interest, this was the first time you truly spoke openly about killing.
“A girl who made fun of me during the summer, I did it the night before we left the camping. Poor girl fought and thrashed but I managed to cut into her guts, she was bleeding too much and begged for me to call someone, I waited until she died and even when she was looking at me in her final moments I did nothing to help her. Seeing the light leave her eyes was something words cannot describe.”
Jane explained it to you while reading a book and it was the moment you two realized something. you weren’t just the same, you were meant for each other. It wouldn’t be long until you would both act on these feelings.
The two of you didn’t know it yet but killing this boy would set a terrible chain of events written in blood and vengeance. Events whose consequences will forever haunt Gotham.
Then came the prom, you were nervous and you didn’t know how to ask Jane out. Your father was an absolute tease about it but he gave you some solid advice (and an outfit that rocked, thanks dad) on how to resolve the situation. Listening to him and your heart you asked her and she jumped in your arm, it was rare for her to be this expressive but she kissed you and told you that she’d be more than happy to accompany you to the prom.
The day of the prom was magical for the both of you, you couldn’t believe your eyes when you saw her in her dress, a beautiful black dress with silver lines all over it while her hair was a flowing river of black strands. She wasn’t one for jewelry but she wore a magnificent golden necklace that compliment her dark dress.
It felt like the rest of the room didn’t matter when you saw her enter the Prom, you made your way toward her and you suddenly felt nervous with your purple costume but she found it to be exquisite on you. You didn’t know what to do or say until a stupid idea came to mind.
“Want to dance ? Jonah is the DJ and I know he has some good tunes to play.” it sounded better in your head but to hell with caution, now was the time to spend some quality time with her and show the school was the two of you were made of !
She took your hand and you headed toward the dance floor, it started with a few energetic song and the two of you were killing it ! The synergy was perfect between you two, laughing and dancing like there was no tomorrow.
You were having fun until Jonah decided to play something slower and romantic, you sheepishly told Jane you didn’t know how to dance on these type of songs and she gave you a small smile.
“Don’t worry and follow my lead.” you tried and you stepped on her feet a few time with her joking that you wanted to kill her shoes, you joked back and told her that dancing like you were was punishment enough.
Quickly enough you two were leading the dance, you saw some jealous glances from other students you snickered and Jane followed your gaze. “let them watch, it’s the two of us today” she told you quietly and she was right, it felt like all the light were on you and the room didn’t exist.
It was honestly a magical dance for the two of you, you were lost in her eyes, her beautiful black orbs. You could look at her eyes for hours and in that single instant no one else mattered in the world as you finished the dance with a spin.
People clapped and you decided to take the lead, you looked at Jane and… the two of you kissed there. It was honestly special, you never knew such a simple action was so good, so meaningful. People didn’t believe it, the outcast with Jane ? The mysterious Jane chose the creepy kid ?
You wanted to shut them up the hard way but Jane stilled your hand, “ignore them, let them be jealous and let’s grab something to drink” she told you as she gave a glare to some of the boys.
The Prom ended on a good note, a few more dance with friends and some drink that teenagers definitely shouldn’t drink. You decided to walk back home with her and you stopped at a park, she held your hand the whole time and you just took the time to talk about anything and everything.
It was refreshing to be honest, in that moment you both got to be who you truly were. “I had fun today, you were mesmerizing.” you told her, sitting on a bench and tilting your head on her shoulder.
She tilted back, her hair tickling your skin “I had fun too, who knew you were such a good dancer ? You should dance with my uncle, he loves disco and rock.”
“sounds like fun, count me in” you squeezed her hand and looked at the night sky, all the stars were looking down on you two. “I love you Jane, from the day we met.”
she squeezed back and answered in a soft and melodious voice “I do too, I never want to live without you now.” you put an arm around her “I don’t plan on leaving, not now, not ever”.
It started shortly before the end of summer and Jane’s departure for college, you would work with your father at his pizzeria while she would leave for college so as a gift before she left you gifted her a guitar, your guitar.
She smiled and promised to treasure it, you offered to teach her whenever she got time and she jumped in your arm, “do you plan to embarrass me like I embarrassed you at the Prom ?” she teased you, a malicious grin plastered on her face.
“Keep laughing Jane but I know something I excel at and you don’t”. Your smirk should’ve been a red flag but she made the fatal mistake of indulging her curiosity.
“ho ? Pray tell what are you an expert of ?” she never saw it coming, you ruffled her hair and ruined her haircut, a look of horror and anger on her face while yours was all smile and smugness.
“Pranking you ! Bye Jane ! I have something urgent to do !” you ran off before she flew in a terrible rage, yelling all sort of terrible curses on your name while her family laughed and teased the poor girl.
The last few weeks before she left were peaceful, your father taught you how to repair the suits, wear them and even entertain the customer with your guitar, you were quite popular in that bunny suit ! This job wasn’t the best but you had enough free time to not think about the boredom too much.
That peace was merely the calm before the storm, the terrible harsh storm that threw both of your lives upside down.
It happened the weekend before she was supposed to leave, her house was broken into and someone poured gasoline inside the house then lit it on fire, the firefighters present that day have no idea how she survived but if the broken leg was any indication she jumped from her room even as she was burning, the fall broke her legs and they arrived just in time to extinguish her.
The GCPD was quick to dispatch a unit on the site to start an investigation, among them was a cop named Jim Gordon. He didn’t know it yet but this case would haunt him for the rest of his days. Meanwhile you learned of it in the morning on the radio and you didn’t believe it, you must’ve heard wrong.
You skipped work much to your father’s confusion and you were greeted with a crime scene and a team of cops surrounding the place but worst of all were the bodies, was Jane one of them ?
Gordon looked at the crime scene for what felt hours until he saw you arrive, panicking and visibly shaken by the bodies around or maybe you hoped someone wasn’t among these victims ? He approached you and lead you away from the house.
“Kid, I… are you from the family or do you know them ?” he asked as gently as he could but you quickly answered.
“No I… I’m… look I’m the boyfriend of a girl who lives here, Jane is her name. Is she here ? Or maybe she’s safe and- I can’t lose her now !” he could tell you where scared but he did have one good news for you.
“She is safe, a tall girl with pale skin and black hair ? She was taken to the hospital not too long ago, someone can take you there.” You felt immense relief at this, you thanked him and left with another officer.
The ride to the hospital was the longest and most atrocious ride of your life, how did this happen ? WHO did this and why ? You didn’t know but they would pay, you swore as your sadness turned to anger.
Walking to her room was even worse, what were you going to see ? You tried to hope for the best, maybe she escaped the fire in time ? Maybe her injuries weren’t too bad ? You soon realized it was foolish when you entered her room and saw Jane with an older man inside, it was her uncle but the most glaring issue was the state Jane was in.
Her skin was burned a lot, her hair suffered the same treatment and she was a shell of herself as she was quietly sobbing into her hands and couldn’t meet anyone’s face, much less your own.
“no…” she muttered when you entered, “don’t look at me please…”. She tried to hide herself more but whined because of the pain.
You rushed to her side, barely acknowledging her uncle who gave you two some space. “Jane… I… how are you feeling ?” you took her hands in your and they were oddly warm despite the cracked skin she now possessed.
You both held each other for a while until she whispered in your ears, her voice no longer as charming and confident like it once was but a fragile and scared whimper “Who do you think did it ?”
You thought hard about her question but didn’t really have an answer, you don’t remember offending someone this much. The only thing you remembered was an investigation about someone killed a few month ago, nothing was found but the family swore revenge.
“Jane, do you remember that investigation that was on the news maybe 6 or 7 month ago ? People looking after a murderer or looking for revenge ?” you saw her face then, burned and cracked but angry, the type of anger that you still feel to this day.
“yes…” she trembled in pain, “I believe so, I don’t remember the figure in the house clearly but I saw them when jumping from the window. Someone did it on purpose”
A bit after that a police officer came in to ask her some question, one of them was if she saw the assailant or could point out anything about them.
“It was a tall figure, I didn’t see much after jumping and burning but I am sure it was a very dark hair, black or dark brown. They were also tall and broad, someone who is doing a lot of training at the gym I would say”
“Miss Jane, you have a… reputation around town, many students wanted to be with you during school. Did one of them try to flirt with you or didn’t take a rejection kindly ?”
You both knew, you killed a guy during a sleepover and now his family burned Jane’s house and family as revenge. You both knew, they wanted her dead.
“Gary…” you started “it’s fucking Gary ! Jealous asshole that he is ! I remember someone from his family hitting on her a while back, must be a brother or cousin. He was killed soon after if I recall” you were lying, you recalled it very well. After all it was you who killed him.
The cop noted everything “Are you accusing him of the fire ?” he asked.
“I… I don’t know but his haircut, hair color and hell even his stature matches what Jane said.” you deflected, you couldn’t attract attention too much now that the murder was on the table.
After a few more questions he left and you soon had to leave as well, work was worse then it has ever been. You had to deal with customers complaining about the show and had to work more in the bunny suit. Not that you complained but summer wasn’t a good time to wear a suit made of metal.
During your next few visits you also noticed how down Jane was, you took some metal scrap from the workshop and made her a mask resembling her old face, it was an ivory white with eyes as black and deep as obsidian.
You gave it to her and she was visibly surprised “You did this… for me ? I don’t know what to say.”
“Say nothing, I want to see you smile despite everything that happened, to see the Jane I know come back. It will take time to heal but I will be there with you.” She started tearing up and decided to put it on, she finally felt like herself once again.
She touched the mask and it felt like a second face to her, she hugged you despite the pain and thanked you, she couldn’t stop the teasing comment however “you give me back my face but I still lost your guitar in that fire”
you chuckled, it was a good sign that she managed to make jokes even now. “I'll never forgive you for the loss of my beloved guitar, how am I going to live without it ?” you dramatically fell on the ground after that much to her amusement.
A year came by and Jane finally healed, although her skin would never truly recover and she would carry the pain from the fire forever, she was finally outside the hospital and lived with her uncle for now. You were still saddened to see her flinch from time to time.
Both of you wanted answer from the GCPD, did they know you killed that boy ? Was the family behind bars or in the process to be put there ?
You both raged when they told you that the trail had gone cold, with no cameras to support the evidence and a meager description wasn’t enough. In short they got off Scott-free but it wouldn’t stand, you both refused to let it be.
You both wanted blood, you both wanted to make them pay.
The plan was simple : go to their house, make them suffer, kill them and dispose of any evidence.
Jane would wait at your house while you secured a vehicle to go there along with tools necessary to break in the house if needed. On the day of the murder your father was proud of you, “show them who the Afton are, son and make them pay”.
You were determined and told him you’d do it, you prepared your bunnie suit and put it in the truck you stole from someone after killing them. Afterward you drove to your house and picked Jane up.
On the way she asked why you wanted to take the suit and you told her “I feel like myself when I put it on, almost as if I’m meant to wear it, I can’t explain it well but I just want to use it.” she nodded quietly, the ride was silent but full of anticipation and revenge.
Once there, you observed the house and everything was quiet. The truck stopped and you put on the suit, Jane had to admit it suited you, no pun intended. You felt like you could take on the world and with an axe in hand ? This family didn’t stand a chance.
“I want Gary, you do what you want with the rest but they all need to die, is this clear ?” she asked you, determination and anger radiated from her in waves.
“Loud and clear, I’ll get the parent while you get the big guy, you can do this despite the pain ?” you asked with a flicker of concern, she was technically still in recovery but she assured you she could do it.
With that she lock-picked the door and you quietly made your way inside despite wearing a cumbersome suit. The stairs creaked under your weight and she cursed you out for making too much noises which was followed by you giving her the middle finger.
You went deeper in the corridor, the darkness clinging to you like a shroud. Meanwhile Jane checked a room and found her target, unfortunately he woke up due to the creaking and threw himself at her thus starting the fight.
While she could handle herself with her knowledge on fighting she was still outmatched by Gary’s raw strength and a punch to her ribs sent her flying backward, she let him approach and sank her knife in his stomach.
Impossibly, he powered through the pain and threw her down the stairs, she feigned being taken down and waited for the occasion. It came when he grabbed her to turn her around and she drove her knife into his leg.
He screamed and she kicked the knife in his leg, driving it even deeper before she started choking him, despite all the hits she was still taking, the pain all over her body and Gary trying to free himself she told him “you almost got me and now you pay the price”.
With Gary dead it left his parents and anyone unfortunate enough to be in this house, you checked a few room but found nothing until you heard a door open “Gary is that you ? Why are you making so much noise ? Are you okay ?” a gentle voice asked.
It was his mother, she woke up because of the scream and decided to check it out, not wanting to wake up her husband she picked up a flashlight and then she saw it.
A monster, a rabbit towering over her armed with an axe, it’s mouth bloodied and glowing cold eyes instantly locked on her, it’s voice was the sounds of tombstone grinding together.
“I’m the fun one ! Come here and play !” It bellowed and ran at her, she screamed but before she could close the door the monster kicked it down and lodged his axe in her back. Her husband screamed in terror as this scene and tried to run for the rifle mounted on the wall.
He had little success as he felt two strong hand painfully gripping his shoulders as he was thrown against the wall with such force that he felt some of his bones crack, in between the hits he could see his wife with an axe in her back, she tried to move in vain, to escape that monster.
“Guess you’re much weaker than that piece of shit you call a son !” you screamed at him, he looked confused for a second before you opened the mouth of the suit, “fear not, you’ll join him soon” with that you crushed his head using the sheer pressure of the mouth and it’s system.
It showered you in blood inside the suit and you cringed at this but you wanted to try it, you turned your focus on his wife who was somehow still alive, she weakly begged for help before you harshly removed the axe from her back and violently shoved it again and again on her head and back.
When you stopped you looked at the room and it was a massacre, both of them looked like piles of meat while Gary was probably in a better shape, Jane was always more meticulous than you.
You came down to see her open another door and search around in panic, “someone is gone !” she tells you in anger, “we missed someone ! The window’s open and- there he is !” She pointed to the street.
You hurriedly look at the window to see a small boy run away from the house in total panic, “I'll get him ! You get rid of the truck and go home on foot okay ? I’ll deal with him” you told her and she nodded.
“Happy hunting” She winked at you and you left with a chuckle.
The boy was running for dear life, he heard his brother scream earlier and a monster walked past his room then he heard some noise in his parent’s room. He dared to run after a few minutes but the monster and a pale woman saw him.
Your footsteps were deliberately heavy, you wanted to startle him while chasing him, he was faster than you since you were wearing the suit but it didn’t matter, he would die tonight.
The poor boy didn’t know where to go as he ran down the street, his heart pounding in his hear as he heard the monster follow somewhere behind him, he spotted a building not too far away and decided to enter. Maybe he could hide until the monster leave ?
On your end you were laughing, that kid didn’t have much time left and it spurned you on, almost enjoying this twisted hunt and excited for the moment when you’ll catch him.
The boy climbed in an open window and searched for a place to hide, this was an office building which offered plenty of cover and hiding spot, opening another door he stumbled inside a room with a desk and some closet, he closed the door behind him and hid in a random closet.
He was as quiet as a mouse but flinched when he heard a door being kicked and a cheery, haunting voice calling to him.
“I’m the fun one kid, come out and play ! I have so many fun games to do but I need a partner.” It was too cheery and it took everything in him to not cry, the event of the night catching up to him. He had to put his hand on his mouth to cover his sobs and whines of fear.
He heard the monster roam for a while, opening a door and sometime hearing a crash or something being thrown.
You kicked down the door to yet another office and angrily opened the cabinet, you readied your axe and- nothing, he wasn’t there. You angrily smashed your weapon on a desk and wondered where he could be, you missed the restroom and a cleaning room, he must be in one of them.
Checking the restroom yielded the same result and you sighed in frustration, if he wasn’t in that last room you were pretty sure that Jane would skin you alive for letting him escape. Your heavy footsteps were getting closer and closer to the boy’s hiding spot and he was terrified.
The door to the room opened and for a terrifying second, everything was quiet as he desperately tried to keep quiet but a sob left his mouth, it was all that you needed to find him. To his horror a yellow hand opened the closet and the monster looked at him, his grin too wide and his eyes glowed with malice.
The kid huddled closer to the corner and asked weakly “where are my parents” he looked down and didn’t dare meet your eyes. “Not far don’t worry, you’ll meet them soon enough” the monster said as he placed his hand on his shoulder, his grip was far from friendly.
Before the boy could react he was thrown out of the closet, he tried to get up but the foot of your suit pinned him in place, almost crushing his ribs.
“Sorry kid, wrong place and wrong family. Tell Gary that none of this would’ve happened if he didn’t burn Jane’s home and her family.” You swung your axe in a pendulum arc and decapitated him swiftly, his head rolling away from the body and leaving a blood trail behind it.
You stood still in the room for a moment, the events of the night catching up to you. It was exhilarating and you almost wanted to do it all again, seeing the light leave theirs eyes as you brutally kill them all.
With one last glance to the body, you leave the building. Walking back to your house after getting rid of the suit took long enough, you just wanted to sleep, unaware of the looming chaos…
Mortuus est monstrum. Surrexit aliud.
You should’ve known, Jane should’ve known but now the GCPD was focused on you because you didn’t know there were cameras in that building and didn’t even consider it. They didn’t see your face but the suit was a dead giveaway, they were only found in one place in the entire town : your father’s pizzeria.
For a while you managed to direct their attention elsewhere but you knew they got you, few had access to the maintenance room and even fewer knew how to use the suits without harming themselves and it left few suspects, among them you, your father and a handful of employees.
Jane felt terrible during this period, they questioned her since it was suspicious that the family suspected of burning down her home was dead even a year after the incident but she held strong, she played the card of the victim still recovering from the fire and it worked, medical employees agreed that even if she drove there, killing an entire family would be impossible for her so she was left out of the suspect pool.
She didn’t regret killing them but she regretted seeing you take the blame for it but you assured her it was better this way, her tears broke your heart and you knew you didn’t have long left. The media was going crazy over the case, going so far as to even give you a name “The Attraction”.
It happened sooner than you would’ve liked, the pizzeria was empty and you took this opportunity to work on the suit but you didn’t expect a team of cop to show up at the pizzeria, it was time for a fight and you wouldn’t go down easily.
You locked the fire escape and turned down the camera in the building, no need to add more charges to your already impressive case file.
You wore the suit and stood still in the maintenance room, hoping that one of them would enter and you could kill him there.
The three cops entered already nervous and shouted “Reader ! We are from the GCPD and in possession of a warrant for your arrest on the killings of the [NAME] family ! Come out with your hands up and slowly !”. Of course you weren’t there, it would’ve been too easy.
“Alright then we search the entire building, Fred you take this corridor and Jim you take the other one, I’ll go this way.”. Rookie mistake, they separated and Jeremy as he was called searched the dining room but nothing, his attention soon turned to the maintenance room, he felt nervous in this building, something wasn’t right.
He drew his gun and slowly walked to the maintenance door, he opens it and it’s full of various animatronics, he walked past a yellow rabbit suit and inspected some of the suits lining the walls. The door locked from behind him and he turned around only to see you standing there.
“Sta- Stay back ! Hands where I can see them !” He tried to reach for his firearm but he was trembling too much, this was all you needed to shove your axe in his head, splitting it in half and killing him instantly.
One down, you left the maintenance room and left in search of Fred, it led you to the arcade room. Sneaking in such a suit was difficult but you had experience, you entered the room but he suddenly tackled you from behind.
“I GOT HIM ! JIM, COME HELP ME.” he shouted, there goes the element of surprise. You got up and slapped him away from you, the weight of the suit and the slap to the face disoriented him and by when he recovered he tried to shoot you only for you to slam into him with full force.
You had to act quickly, you kicked his legs hoping to break them. He screamed in pain as you broke his wrist, grinning you readied your axe and slammed it in his abdomen just as the door of the arcade opened.
Jim Gordon thought he was ready for anything, it comes with youth some would say. But this ? This was new, you weren’t a normal criminal and he figured as such when he saw you standing over Fred’s body, he ran as soon as he heard him yell for help.
Police officer and killer stood face to face, you removed your axe and he cringed at the noise it made once pulled from his colleagues body. The grin of your suit unsettled him and it showed, he was trembling and he couldn’t keep a steady aim with his gun.
“It’s over now ! You are caught and cannot- cannot escape ! Remove this… suit you’re wearing and show me your hands !” Sweat ran down his forehead, you killed Jeremy and Fred, it was clear you wanted to fight and he couldn’t afford any mistakes.
“Scared, Gordon ? Who would’ve known it would end like this ? I honestly liked you, you’re a good cop but it’s a shame they sent you, I’ll enjoy it all the same however.” He didn’t know if your voice was somehow changed by the suit but it felt like sandpaper on his ears.
He nervously shifted and the room felt like it was closing in on him, “why ? Why did you kill this family, they were suspect and-”
“And you did nothing !” you pointed your axe at him in anger “I knew it was Gary and that his family paid the GCPD ! Corrupt pieces of shit they all were !”
Gordon retorted “and killing the entire family was necessary ? Slaughtering his parents and brutally executing his little brother was needed ? Your girlfriend was in pain and-”
Your eyes zeroed in on him with such anger “I did it for her, I killed them for her ! They died because they burned her and now… you are next Jim Gordon.”
He panicked when you tried to run at him with your axed raised and he didn't think twice, he shot you. The bullet staggered you as it hit your stomach, not a fatal wound but you still felt it.
You chuckled and raised your axe to throw it at him, “Nice shot Gordon, I’ll feel this one for a-” you stopped as a huge pain made itself know in your stomach. A loud SNAP was heard and you started screaming, the suit was folding back on you.
Every movement only worsened the pain, your belly was getting torn while your shoulder were pierced by the suit’s lock, the skin and muscle of your legs torn off as the parts dug into them to get back into position. Every organs unfortunate enough to be in the way was broken or torn up.
Gordon watched, horrified by the display and rooted to the spot but the macabre spectacle didn’t stop there. He watched as each movement you made only worsened your predicament and each scream more garbled and inhuman than the last.
With your legs torn apart you fell on the ground and the cavity of the suit pressed against your own chest, digging into your ribs and tearing the skin and bones as it went. Your back wasn’t luckier, your spine and hips were brutally skewered by the support of the suit as they folded inside you, forming a twisted spine.
Last came your arm and head, your arms were held in a death tight grip by the suit’s inner skeleton until it snapped your bones and violently dug into what remained of your arms while your head was partially turned to mush by the gears of the head allowing it to turn in various direction as they now lodged themselves in your cranium.
Throughout it all Gordon never made a move to help you, fear or relief at killing you ? You didn’t know but as the rest of your head was partially crushed you stared at him in your bloodshot eyes, was it desperation, anger or some twisted respect for getting killed by the cop who genuinely tried to help you and Jane in the beginning ?
It was an eternity for Gordon but the screams finally stopped, he left the room and was leaning against a wall, crying to himself. He was a failure, his colleagues died because of him and people died because he couldn’t recognize you as the threat you were when he first met you.
The next team of police officer found him crying against the wall, just pointing at the room when they asked him what happened and it didn’t take much for them to understand. It was a carnage, officer Fred stood dead with his chest open while you were on the ground with meat and blood leaking from your suit.
Gordon was escorted out while the medical staff did a quick autopsy on you, you were quickly pronounced dead as they determined the cause of your death : Spring-lock failure. A deadly phenomenon common to these types of suit.
Gordon’s shot to your stomach damaged the internal workings of the suit and caused a chain reaction further worsened by the excessive bleeding and panicked movement creating a deathtrap. Your remains were taken to the morgue for a more profound autopsy on what remained of you.
The news blew up when they learned of what happened, your father was interviewed and he claimed he didn’t know what you were planning, he never thought of you as a killer ! How could his own son do something like this ? His sadness at loosing you was clear as day.
Pictures of the aftermath where showed on television and journals alike, “The Attraction dead, it’s reign of terror finally over after a brutal fight at Freddy’s dinner and pizzeria. Officer Jim Gordon lauded as a hero for stopping the Attraction.”
Jane was swarmed by police officers and journalists, pressing and asking questions she frankly didn’t want to answer, you were dead and they were making a spectacle of your death. Just like your father she claimed she didn’t know you were a killer. She depicted you as a caring boyfriend, not the unhinged monster they claimed you were.
Jane screamed and cried when she first saw the news, hurling anything in her reach toward the nearest wall. Her uncle couldn’t stop her and her friends couldn’t cheer her up nor extinguish the burning hatred growing in her heart.
How dare they kill you ? Making a show of who you were and tarnishing your memories ? This wouldn’t stand and killing Gordon was the next step, he killed you and he was going to suffer for it.
It came as a surprise to her but your father decided to leave Gotham, the pizzeria would be closed and he couldn’t bear to stay in the city that took his son.
“Be strong for him Jane, he loved you dearly and I see why. He planned to marry you, you know ? He was panicking about it but the two of you could’ve spent the rest of your days together” he told her with a solemn face, he looked at her one last time and waved at her as he left in his car.
She watched him leave and cried, now she was truly alone. Her uncle couldn’t help her and she wanted blood, Gordon’s blood.
She could’ve done anything else, poisoning him, shooting him in public or even slicing his throat in his sleep but burning down his home felt poetic. She lost everything in a fire and now she was willing to die in a literal blaze of glory to find you again.
She left in secret one night as her uncle kept a tight watch on her since your death, not trusting her to leave due to her mental state. One jerrycan of fuel in one hand and a kitchen knife in another she set off for Gordon’s home.
The walk there had an air of finality for Jane, she knew this was the end of the road and savored everything on the way there. The cool air caressing her burnt skin, the moonlight reminding her of her own pale skin and finally the mask you made her. She wore it ever since, hating her skin once again and wanting to honor your memory by wearing it.
Once there she lock-picked the door and started to pour the fuel everywhere, her face was grim as she did so but strangely enough she was excited. Who said that vengeance was a dish served cold ?
Done with the ground floor she walked to the first floor and poured as much fuel as she could although she didn’t account on Gordon being woken up by the smell. “Who are you ? Hands in the air !” he demanded as he pointed his gun at her.
“Lucky I smelled this fuel you are pouring, I will repeat it again, who are you ?” he demanded again and Jane could see him trembling, maybe he had a nightmare or is scared to find someone in is home ? It doesn’t matter.
Her voice was the most melodious sound he ever heard, as if an angel was speaking to him. “I have no name, officer. Only a purpose and it is to punish you, to get revenge” Gordon was confused, revenge ? It took him a second to recognize her even with her mask but her voice was unmistakable.
“Miss Jane ?” he asked in disbelief, her masked face staring at him intently “Are you here for him ? He was dangerous !” he couldn’t see her face but her posture shifted, she was angry.
“I LOVED HIM AND YOU TOOK HIM AWAY FROM ME ! HE MEANT THE WORLD TO ME AND YOU GUNNED HIM DOWN AND WATCHED HIM DIE LIKE A DOG !” Jane screamed and she had trouble calming herself down.
Gordon couldn’t help but feel pity, he could’ve done something, anything but he chose to watch. “Miss Jane i-” he was distracted and she took the opportunity. She kicked the gun away from his hand and it landed on the ground floor, Gordon could barely react before another kick landed on his cheek and was thrown down the stairs.
“I will not give you any mercy, I’ll kill you Jim Gordon ! I’ll gut you like the pig you are !” she screamed at him while unleashing a flurry of punch on his body, Gordon had the advantage of endurance but he needed to act fast, they were both covered in fuel and it didn’t take a genius to guess what she was going to do with all of this.
He kicked her away and landed a nasty right hook to her jaw, slightly breaking her mask in the process, she looked shocked for a second before she recovered and twisted his hand when the next hook came.
He groaned but grabbed her arm to bring her towards him and used the momentum to knee her in the stomach, as she curled up from the blow he slammed both of his hand upon her spine, sending her crashing to the ground.
She rolled away from him and got up, visibly hurt by this combo, Gordon was making progress but Jane was clearly a trained fighter. She ran at him and send a kick to his shoulder, briefly disorienting him and she used his brief confusion to use her knife and slash his ribs.
He winced and now he was outmatched, he looked behind her and saw the gun near the couch, a plan formed in his mind and he ran at her to tackle her, it worked and before she could use her knife he kept a strong grip on her hand and punch her throat, forcing her to let go of her weapon.
He ran to the gun and quickly pointed it at her, she was on her knees and struggling to breath after the hit, she made no further move to get up. “I do not regret anything Jim Gordon, the [NAME] family took everything from me ! We both got revenge and I would kill them again if I had to.”
Gordon was confused, they did it together ? This explained why Gary’s wound were so different from the rest of family, they thought it was a quiet kill until Reader was spotted, forcing him to brutally execute them.
“You… you did it ? Both of you ? I don’t know what path in life forced you to become what you both became but if you turn yourself-” he was interrupted by her laugh.
“I want to die ! I don’t want to stay in this shitty world if he’s not by my side ! We were both the same, killers and we loved it ! This is our life, him and I, and you took him from me” she collapsed to the ground crying and laughing at the same time. A far cry from the composed and serious woman she usually is.
Gordon felt pity, he shouldn’t but he did anyway. “I am sorry, truly but it had to be done, he was dangerous and-”
“I don’t want to hear it, you are no better. You just have a badge to justify it while we are called insane and dangerous. It won’t matter soon.”
She removed her mask and he saw her burnt face, she was still beautiful despite the atrocities she went through. He saw her reach into her pocket and he reacted just in time. He shot her in the shoulder and she collapsed on the ground, not dead but she would need help.
“You need help ! You are just as insane as him !” He kept his gun on her and reached for the phone, he tried to call the GCPD but he gave her just enough time to reach the lighter. With a smile she started a flame and she laughed at the horrified look on his face.
“Die with me Gordon, there is a spot in hell for the three of us !” with that the lighter hit the ground and he barely had the time to jump through a window, even as she burned Jane was smiling, the flame engulfed her and Gordon didn’t know if what he was hearing were screams or laughter.
She smiled as she would be reunited with you and her family. She smiled as even if she failed to kill Gordon she knew this cursed city would eventually, and when that day come ? You and her would be waiting for him in Hell. With one last breath she died and headed for her final destination, the flame providing ample warmth for her soul to pass on.
Outside Gordon sighed, this case was finally over and closed. This was probably the worst case he had to deal with so far but even now, he still felt pity for her. Just another victim of Gotham’s cruelty, someone dealt a bad hand in life.
Speaking of bad hand and Gotham’s cruelty, he needed to look for a new home.
Death is not the end, far from it. For some it’s the beginning and the show must go on in Gotham. The dead still haunt the living from beyond the grave and these two dead will leave their mark on Gotham forever.
