I had so much fun with the first part that it was getting hard for me to hold myself back, so even though it took some time, here is part two. Thank you guys for reading what I write even though it's shit. Also, sorry if the some of the lyrics are out of order, it just kind of worked out like that. And the lyrics are in here, just a little bit later on.
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It's been three months since I've seen Jerome. He was put in Arkham for treatment, and I refrained from visiting. Not because I didn't love him anymore, it was so I could focus on getting myself back together after what had happened. I was more than happy to pick back up where we had left off when he left, but when he was sane and I was healed. I had gotten a job at the GCPD, I was Lee's assistant. I didn't handle anything medical since I didn't have experience, but I fetched things for Lee when she needed them. I had become good friends with Lee and Jim during my time there, which had helped me tremendously. I had made them the godparents of my child even. I didn't feel I could trust anyone other than them with him. Yes, him. Jared Harrison Valeska. I opted to give him Jerome's last name, to avoid any complication when and if Jerome and I got married.
I was walking around downstairs, a hand on my now slightly showing belly and gathering some files for Lee when Jim came walking in, another loony in tow. The hair that he had left on the sides of his head was positioned pointing back, the ends curled in a point. His lips were stained a sickly blue, almost like that of a child who had a coloured drink. His eyebrows were... strange to say the least. I could never understand why Gotham held so many crazies, but after the time I spent with the GCPD I learned not to question it. Jim walked him up to a desk, where he filled out a form about this "Zaardon" character. I stayed close to where they were standing, wanting to hear. These kinds of things made for good stories.
"How can this be?" The guy started, in disbelief with himself that he was about to be locked up. And he'd most likely be going where my boyfriend was. "Zaardon drank dragon's blood from the master's chalice." He argued, trying to escape his fate, but it was no use. I wondered who the so-called master was, if they even existed at all.
"'Zaardon', that spelled how it sounds?" Jim asked him.
"Two A's." The insane man spat. Jim sighed, clearly worn out.
"Close enough." Jim then walked Zaardon, as I'll call him since we didn't ever get his actual name, to his temporary holding cell. Zaardon said something about how Jim dared to put him in prison, to which Jim replied that he would be a cinch for Arkham. I never heard the rest, they went to far away for me to hear. I silently laughed to myself, wondering if this city could be any more mad. Of course, later on down the road I was proven that it could very much get worse. I finished gathering the papers Lee requested and headed upstairs for the lab, where we safely stored bodies and performed autopsies. But I stayed away from the autopsies as much as I could, they gave me chills.
