You were walking down the street of Gotham. Suddenly, you heard footsteps behind you. At first, you ignored it, but the sound got closer.

You turned around. Before you could react, you saw Jeremiah Valeska standing there, a twisted smile on his face. In an instant, he lunged forward, stabbing you with a syringe. A sharp sting shot through your neck, and the world around you blurred. Your legs felt weak, and before you could call for help, everything went dark.

When you woke up, your head was throbbing. Your arms and legs felt heavy. As your eyes adjusted, you realized you were tied tightly to a cold, metal chair. The room was dimly lit, and the smell of gasoline and rust filled the air.

Slowly, you looked to your side — and there he was. Jeremiah Valeska, leaning back in a chair next to you.

"Rise and shine. Thank God, you’re finally awake. I was starting to get bored," he said, his voice smooth and teasing