Silent Whispers

My Name is Jeremiah Valeska

It's been a year since they buried that bastard. Of course there was a huge investigation on Bernard Meyer's disappearance, and of course no one suspected a brand new proxy of a man that barely existed. They basically forgot about the case and lives went on. Mr Hayes ran the business by himself.

Once they thought all was well, Jeremiah's twin brother came back to life, thanks to the work of his worshippers. Isabelle had actually given Dwight the idea. Back when she had all her memories and when Jerome's death plunged her into complete insanity, she always spoke her mind. If something popped into it, everyone close enough to hear would know about it. Dwight just so happens to be close enough to hear the proposal of bringing their king of chaos back to life. Dwight, being insane and just so happening to be a doctor took this hypothetical seriously. After a few failed attempts, he succeeded. Being unaware he succeeded and panicked, in an attempt to please the other worshipers he did the first thing that popped into his screwed up brain.

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The night was calm, not that the pair could tell, for the room they were in was several feet underground. The news channel quietly played in the back while Xander worked on new blueprints. After his fine work on the Wayne Plaza was viewed he had gotten a lot more offers from various different companies. Isabelle, having nothing to do, silently watched him work. He didn't mind. Isabelle loved watching her boss work, she didn't understand what he was doing or what any of the marks and numbers meant but she liked watching nonetheless.

As Xander scribbled on the parchment, the monitor playing the news suddenly went to static. Confused, the now young adults, looked to the monitor and waited for it to go back to normal, assuming it would. But it didn't. The static stopped and on the screen was a man neither of them thought they'd see ever again. Well someone Isabelle would have thought she'd never see again if she remembered him. Seeing Jerome, for Jeremiah for they shared a face, hearing his voice, for the twins shared vocal cords, or hearing his name wasn't enough for Arkham Asylum's powerful brainwashing to crack. But hearing his laugh, feeling his chaos through the screen was. That's what cracked the shell.

Everything came back at once. It was too much. All the memories, all the holes in her mind had all filled at once. Her parents, her spy work, her escape from Russia, the day she met Jerome and everything after. Her breath got heavy and her head felt light, she passed out. Isabelle gasped and twitched on the floor, Xander stayed standing, shaking like a leaf. His murderous twin was back. How the hell was he alive. He died on national television HOW THE HELL IS HE ALIVE? Neither of them even noticed the fact his face was being held on by staples.

After a severe panic attack, calmed down at the sight of Isabelle having worse symptoms than he was. His concern for her made him forget his evil twin's resurrection. Shaking her and calling her name didn't snap her out of it so he decided it was best to just wait. Xander thought he should carry her to a more comfortable spot but realised he was far too weak. He hadn't worked out a day in his life so the thought of him lifting a person was hilarious. He sat on the floor with her instead, watching her body slightly jerk back and forth, almost like she was being electrocuted. Maybe she was having a seizure? That spiked Xander's concern again. It didn't seem like a seizure, then again how was he supposed to know.

Suddenly the lights went out, along with the monitors. "What the hell?" Xander said to himself. He remembered the fact Jerome was back, with the desire to take and ruin lives no doubt. It only made sense he was the reason the power went out. Xander cured his twin. Why couldn't the bastard just stay dead? He pulled out his cell phone from his pocket and used it's light to find a flashlight he had in one of his drawers. If only Isabelle was awake she could tell him exactly where it is. Eventually he found it. He shined the light on Isabelle's unconscious figure and sighed. No way she was going back to her apartment tonight.