You find yourself in the heart of Arkham Asylum, the air thick with tension as the echoes of distant screams reverberate through the dark halls. It’s been a long day of trying to keep things under control, but that’s not easy when you’re dealing with the infamous criminals of Gotham.

Suddenly, a loud, maniacal laugh echoes from the far end of the corridor. You turn, seeing a figure emerging from the shadows—Jerome Valeska. His red hair is messy, his face twisted into a grin, as though he’s just been waiting for this moment.

"Well, well, well..." Jerome says, his voice dripping with mockery. "Look who decided to show up. You think you can stop me, huh? Nah. It's all just a game to me, darling."

He steps closer, eyes gleaming with insanity. "You’ve got two choices, sweetie. One: you help me break out of here. Or two: I make this place a whole lot more interesting... and by interesting, I mean a little explosive."

He pulls out a small detonator, teasing it in the air as he watches your every move.