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Jerome had killed his father, so he figured he was either the leading authority on daddy issues or he was absolutely not at all qualified to speak on the topic of daddy issues. Either way, he doesn’t care. His solution is always the same. “Y’know, it’d be easy to just—” he makes a stabbing motion in the air in front of him and clicks his tongue “—off the guy. I’ll do it for ya if you want.” He has no qualms with murder. Then again, Jerome doesn’t really have qualms with anything. He supposes it’s what makes him such a good criminal.
“Yeah. Should be easy.” Most of the locks could be frozen, and Jerome has a knife and a lock picking set if things come to that. “You ready?” He also has a plan in place if Cameron decides to go off the rails, but Jerome isn’t going to tell him that.
“ What even are daddy issues? Just traumatize your father back. ” / jerome
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"Have you met my father? He's the gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss king." Cameron snerks loudly at the other, rolling his eyes. It was hard to really explain, but he figured Jerome would have at least some capacity for understanding. Anybody who runs around in clown makeup should, right?
"Daddy issues are ingrained into my genes apparently. But I'm not about to let it ruin my day anymore-- what did you say we were doing again? A b&e?" Breaking and entering. Easy stuff, right? Especially when Junior could freeze the locks off of anything.
He grins, leaning back in his seat and letting the first two legs of his chair come off the floor. “Aw, come on. You don’t wanna kiss me? I’m offended, Cam, really, I am.” Jerome’s pretty sure he wouldn’t want to kiss himself, so he doesn’t blame Cameron for it, but that doesn’t mean he’s not going to have some fun with it. “Alright fine. What’s your favorite restaurant?”
“ There’s something deeply, fundamentally wrong with you. Can we kiss? ” / jerome
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"I think we're moving a little too fast there, champ. At least take me out on a date first." Cameron isn't about to address the mental stability allegations, thank-you-very-much. "Something to wine and dine before we get to the fine."g
He’s almost tempted to go find Cameron’s father and kill him anyway. Or at least give him a taste of Jerome’s insanity gas. He hasn’t gotten the chance to test the new batch yet, and he’s itching to try it out on a hapless citizen. Cameron’s dad isn’t a hapless citizen, but Jerome has to admit that it would be fun to see the asshole go insane. He nudges past Cameron to shove the window open and swings himself up and over the sill. “Box.”
He lands boots first on the carpeted floor. “Should be about yea big.” He holds out his gloved hands, giving Cameron a rough estimate of the box’s size. “Holler when ya find it.” In truth, Jerome is here for another reason. He’s got vials of Crane’s fear toxin in his jacket. Like Jerome’s insanity gas, the fear toxin was a new batch. Jerome had offered to test it for Crane on his next mission. It’s a simple matter of finding the house’s air ducts and chucking the vials into the ducts. And if Cameron gets caught in the crossfire, well, that’s one less criminal Jerome has to deal with.
Patricide? Cool.
"Pass, but I'll keep the offer in mind."
Not something that Cameron thought about on the daily - nope, nadda, negative. But seriously, if Jerome ever let the cat out of the bag, it's not like Junior really cares either way. Justified. Probably. Kids were supposed to be protected by their parents, not fear them. At least, that's what all those corny movies and TV shows he watched growing up led everyone to believe.
What a joke.
Speaking of that -- the locks he's got his hand hovering over suddenly shatter after a high pitched whine of ice coats them. Flash freezing done easy. With a low mutter, he steps inside slowly - careful to watch for anything or anyONE who might be lurking, "So what is it we're trying to find again?" He assumed weapons, or some kind of treat. Things were getting bad in Gotham, even for the Indian Hill monsters running around every so often.
Cameron finds the box a lot sooner than Jerome was expecting. It puts a little wrinkle in his plan, but that’s fine. He can still carry it out. He glances at the box and then at Cameron, frowning. “No.” The only movies Jerome had access to at the circus were old ones, and Arkham doesn’t have much in the way of entertainment. “Come on. Grab it and let’s get out of here.” They don’t really need the box, it’s more about what’s in it, but Jerome will let Cameron think they need the box.
He pulls Crane’s fear toxin from his jacket and smashes the vials against the side of the window sill. Hopefully it’ll spread through the whole house. He hopes Jonathan wasn’t expecting a report. He’s already out the window by the time the toxin starts wafting towards the ceiling. “Gimme the box.”
"Box." He repeats, more for himself in confirmation than anything else. Cameron is good at this -- he WILL be, he HAS to be. Can't let the new 'friend' he met on a whim, down and out, can he? No. He has a name to make, a face to splay on America's Most Fucking Wanted maybe -- if that's even a thing anymore with how many Indian Hill monsters are running around.
The blond wets his lips with a quick slide of tongue as he slinks into the warehouse. It only takes about thirty seconds of searching, maybe a few off-- but Junior eventually manages to find an adequately sized box aforementioned by his partner in crime. "Ooh-- is this it?" He calls over, hunkered down in between some crates and tarp covered material. It was nestled in with some hemp-looking sacks and hidden under a batch of what looked like imported pickles. Is that even a THING?
"You ever see that movie Seven?" Cameron asks idly, chuckling soon after as he seems to quote said movie -- "Whaaaaat's in the boooox?" God, he hopes Jerome has at least seen or heard of the damn movie or he's going to feel super awkward.