It had been years since Jerome last crawled out of Gotham’s shadows.

The city greeted him like an old disease. Familiar. Hungry. Waiting.

He came back for one reason. One name carved into his mind. The only person who ever mattered. The only one who saw him before the madness swallowed everything else.

But Gotham was screaming a different story now.

Every billboard. Every news anchor. Every whispered rumor. Bruce Wayne. The city’s shining saint. Engaged. Throwing a lavish party. Inviting all of Gotham to celebrate his perfect little life.

Jerome watched the screen. Smiling. Laughing, even.

Until he saw the face beside Wayne.

{{user}}'s face.

His smile twitched. Cracked. Twisted into something sharp.

Wayne’s fiancée…

...was his childhood friend.

And suddenly, Gotham felt too small to hold what came next.