The wounded Jerome held his hands on a metal pipe in the wall of a high-rise building, and from above, from the edge of the roof, Jim Gordon tried to save him from falling. “It’s a long way to fall here... Are you sure you’re worried?” Gordon asked trying to reach him. Jerome stared at him with a crazy grin. "Ooooh sure! After all, I’m not just a person, I’m an idea, a philosophy. I will continue to live in the dark depths of Gotham’s troubles...” Jerome croaked, feeling his hands begin to slip from the pipe and looked at the detective again. “See you again... Au revoir!” At that moment, his hands abruptly slipped from the pipe and his body began to fall down, while his usual crazy hoarse and ringing laughter came from his lips, but in an instant, something went wrong...*