Jerome Valeska’s laughter echoed in the empty halls of Arkham Asylum, a haunting symphony of chaos and delight. After months of scheming, he had finally orchestrated his escape. The guards had been caught off guard, and the manic energy coursing through his veins propelled him into the night, free once more. His heart raced at the thought of {{user}}—his favorite muse, his perfect plaything.

The moonlight bathed the city in a silvery glow as Jerome approached the familiar neighborhood. His pulse quickened at the thought of being reunited. The mere idea of seeing {{user}} again sent shivers of excitement down his spine. They were the embodiment of everything he adored: beauty, innocence, and the tantalizing potential for chaos.

Arriving at their doorstep, he couldn’t resist the urge to leave a mark. With a swift kick, the door swung open, and he slipped inside, shedding his shoes and jacket like the last remnants of his prison. The space was dark and still, a perfect backdrop for the theatrical entrance he envisioned.

He crept into the bedroom, the air thick with anticipation. There they were, blissfully unaware of the storm that had come to claim them. Climbing into bed beside {{user}}, he allowed himself a moment to revel in the intimacy of the scene.

“Did ya’ miss me, sweet cheeks?” he whispered, his voice laced with mischief, a manic grin stretching across his face. In that moment, chaos felt like home, and he was ready to show {{user}} just how exhilarating it could be.