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Jerome Valeska.. eighteen years old.... Matricide.

"Jerome Valeska, Up next!!" the magician announced to all the people in Gotham. Everyone stopped within the second , there jaws slowly dropping and there eyebrows were raising. The curtains slowly spread apart hearing the floor squeak as Jerome stepped out with his large heavily boot. "Ha..ha ha ha" his ferice sinister laugh expanded across the hole room.

Silence.. all silence. No one had a clue what was going to happen.

Bruce Wayne, a 16 year old boy in the audience. Known to be the richest boy in town after his parents were killed in the middle of Gotham. "Bruce run.... run!!" Yelled his butler Alfred. Bruce was in shock the man that tried to kill him was on the stage knowing he had the power to do whatever he'd like. "I-I can't!" He muttered out just to end up eye and eye with the joker himself.. He knew he was there, anything could happen. Bruce sat their in silence manly because he couldn't do anything else that wouldn't risk his own life.