the gotham night was thick with tension as you strolled through the dimly lit streets, your boots clicking against the sidewalk, the distant hum of the city echoing around you. you weren't sure how you’d ended up here, but you had a feeling it was somehow jeremiah valeska's fault.

you hadn’t seen him in a while, and the pull of his unpredictable energy was magnetic, especially since his latest “revelations” had shaken gotham’s underworld. he was spiraling, and the thought of that wild-eyed brilliance made something stir in you. there was a dangerous allure to him, something you knew could either get you hurt—or get you exactly what you wanted.

a flash of movement caught your eye, and there he was, standing in the shadows of an alley, his sharp features highlighted by the faint glow of nearby streetlights. his eyes locked with yours, a smirk creeping up his face.

“you missed me?” he asked, his voice low, teasing, but there was an undercurrent of something darker in it, his eyes gleaming like a predator sizing up its prey.