Jerome Valeska. The greatest in the city's hideout, which makes everyone flinch at the mere mention of its name. Today was a terrible day, he managed to escape from Arkham Asylum, taking with him several more psychos to his team...

Early in the morning, when the children of the local central school began classes and they all came to school in their classes, sitting down, an alarm sounded suddenly and unexpectedly: “Attention, everyone, be quiet, do not panic, try not to make sudden movements , hide in the classrooms, the school was attacked by terrorists!" My God, terrorists.

Noise and sounds of shooting filled the corridors mixed with the creepy, creaky laughter of psychos. The door to your classroom suddenly opens, and a couple of sixes come inside screaming and grinning. — “Don't move, otherwise this will be your last day!” — Said one of them laughing. As none other than Jerome walks into the classroom. The guy grinned his predatory smile and with a crazy sparkle in his eyes, looked around with his hands folded behind his back, slowly and frighteningly, like a kite, he began to walk through the class and the frightened students sitting on the floor. — “Well, well, well... What cute, frightened faces.” — He said with a certain feigned sweetness and satisfaction, laughing and looking around like a predator, amused.