Jerome Valeska 02
c.ai
This was it. He was free.
His mother had gone a step too far (at least by police standards) and now she was going to jail.
Eight year old Jerome sat alone in the GCPD station, waiting to see who was taking him home. He was covered in throbbing bruises, the most prominent one being around his neck. He was thin, his mother having slacked when it came to properly feeding and bathing him.