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Twisted-Wayleska part 4

A month and a half later, Bruce is sick in bed. A stomach bug, Alfred suspected. But to be safe, he called a doctor to check on Master Bruce.

"I've taken a blood sample, which I will take to the laboratory for further analysis. I'll be back in 4 hours at the least, if anything changes or worsens before then, do not hesitate to call." Dr Amesworth says professionally.

"Well, thank you very much, Dr Amesworth. I will certainly call if anything changes or worsens." Alfred says politely. She nods and turns on her heel, walking away.

"Alfred?" Bruce says weakly, laying in bed. The curtains are all closed due to Bruce's migraines.

"Yes, Master Bruce, anything I can get you?" Alfred says.

"If I die--"

"Don't bloody say that. You're not dying, it's a stomach bug." Alfred cuts in.

"If I die, tell Selina I...I loved her. Even if I did practically dump her for Jeremiah. Horrible mistake..." Bruce finishes his sentence, squeezing his eyes shut.

At Jeremiah's new hideout, he applies some makeup over the scar from where Alfred hit him with a nasty upper cut. Ecco walks into the room, clearing her throat to announce her presence.

"If this is about Jerome's broken arm, it's completely healed, it should not still be hurting him. He's just a whiny little child sometimes." Jeremiah says quietly. He then remembers his own child, this little miracle of nature, him and Bruce's own beautiful creation growing inside him.

"No, boss. Just wanted to let you know that word in the street, Bruce Wayne's sick. Some kind of stomach bug. Dr Amesworth is running a blood test down at Gotham General Hospital as we speak."

"Can you imagine if me and Bruce shared this same condition? It would make us like pregnant male peas in a pod." Jeremiah says, smiling "Oh, speaking of pregnancy, shall we remind Dr Iglesias here that he has an important role to play? A position of upmost importance." Jeremiah says warmly, smiling wickedly at the bound obstetrician before him "He's going to insure the welfare, health, normal development, and, in 9 months time, safe and sanitary delivery of my unborn child."

"Yes, boss." Ecco says quietly, staring emotionlessly at the terrified middle aged man tied to the chair.

"Hello, doctor. As you can see, I've got a little bundle of joy inside me. I am in need of some prenatal care. And you're one of the best in your field, Dr Carlos Iglesias. Now how about it? Be my OB?" Jeremiah says, putting a hand on his slightly swollen abdomen. The man stares up at the criminal with fear in his eyes.

"Y-Yes, I'll be your OB, I'll do whatever you want, just please don't kill me...I have a family. I have a wife, kids." Dr Iglesias pleads.

"Kids, hmm?" Jeremiah says, pulling up a chair and sitting down in front of the Doctor.

"A boy...and two girls." The man says weakly.

"What's it like raising a boy and two girls?" Jeremiah asks.

"Neither's easy. Girls might be a tad easier, but I don't know, they're triplets a-and they're only 2 years old, I--"

"Triplets, huh? I'm a twin. My brother used to torment me. Used to let our mother's snake Sheba out of her cage and put her in my bed as a joke. I used to fear him, but now...I'm exactly like him in every way. We're identical twins, y'know. It runs in my family. My mother had a twin sister who died in a car crash when me and Jerome were 5. That left just Uncle Zach, who hated Jerome. Dipped his hand in a boiling pot of chicken stock once because Jerome tried to get a snickerdoodle." Jeremiah says, an insane gleam in his dazzling green eyes.

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