Recalling such tales Dr. Jeremiah Arkham could see why, he had too watch Jerome Valeska? It was because he knows the pain of being broken, all too well and how that made him seek it out in others, so that he could see that there was still hope in helping but that was a lie he told himself like, a unholy chant. Dr. Jeremiah Arkham thought at first that he could indeed help Jerome Valeska but he had changed that for him, when he said.
"There is no need to help...for there is no point...you'll see the total waste of time that is. Especially when, the world simply doesn't care any more and can easily look away like, there was nothing to see, wow right?"
"No, just smoking mirrors, enslaving us all to his whim like, the sun at dusk, which burns brighter just before the darkness was too come. A poor sucker was chosen and dressed in black, this young man would live in a lap of luxury like he was the sun god himself."
The poor soul would go out into the night and into the city with 8 young boys dress in um, hummingbird outfits? The young man and his birds would collect what his heart, so pleased, be it justice, or whatever, he'd get it, one way or another and there was nothing anyone could do."
"Because his fate was sealed, therefore the cycle of life and death continued. Anyways, the little birds would follow the poor soul that was to be feared and adored. As, if he was their god, in the flesh or maybe he was the devil or maybe both, all occurring at the same time?"
"The people of the great city would fall face first to the ground insight of the little birds and they would not dare look at the dark figure in the eyes...bwhaha...type of vibe, you know?"
"At the end of the year, the poor sucker would be taken without warning, one night. He'd be stripped, painted black, blindfold and married in an abandon temple out of sight and out of mind, far away from the city."
"His blood would flow freely, his limbs torn in four, his head cut and casted down the temple. Except his heart and blood that would be gathered and then offered to the fire, the sun and their god."
"Just to please, The Sun God for this was his sacrifice, he had made for the people that he ruled and they followed without question, though they feared, they also were glad to be his!"
"Don't you get it? Hahaha...you're stuck in a loop of death and madness...how many times was the world rebuilt, I wonder, shit I've lost count! You? Yeah,waking hollow and empty yet again like, a broken record, on and on?"
Jerome looks at his hand and he smiles, as he made a fist and laughs and the old memory fade into the dark of Dr. Jeremiah Arkham's mind. The joke was made painfully clear to him and all alike and it took shape when Gotham was abandoned and ignored by the rest of the world.
The doctor knows that James had tried to reach the world like, the prisoner of war, he was and still there was nothing that he could do to change that. Yet Five still tries and fails, just has Captain James Gordon had and he must feel empty just as Gordon feels hollow?
Jeremiah Valeska made sure that everyone saw the punch line; clear as day, as there is no helping him or anyone else, for it's far too late and the shit is going to hit the fan. It's only a matter of time and time has lost all its meaning, days feel like, years and years feel like centuries. With that kind of feeling sitting in your gut, the mind would surely go in blood and tears.
Dr. Jeremiah Arkham now sees that it was Jerome Valeska that made it all possible, not his father? Because all this emptiness and uncaringness was just how the world works and there was nothing, except the blind.
There is no one left to fight against that state of mind and surely this is hell on earth or maybe it has always been hell and Gotham had to learn this the hard way, so that the world could stay stuck in the mud.
To think otherwise was madness and there is no helping what doesn't want or need help. Especially when everyone accepts the same thing over and over again to remedy the illness and keep death at bay.
Dr. Jeremiah Arkham saw so much illness and there was nothing he could really do, just as he did that day. When he drove a man to kill himself, leaving his bloods on his hands and smeared across his sorry face.
In many ways he also blames himself for Jerome Valeska and the destruction he had caused which lead him to kill himself by letting go. Gravity did what it does best and now Dr. Jeremiah Arkham was left with all the pieces of the broken glass and it cuts deeply, blood pools and falls to the ground like, fresh snow.
These pieces that fell were now in front of him and they were in a world of their own making, as they sleep. Now that they are dead to the world, in many ways yet they are the keys to unlocking true monsters of the night, which are to battle one another.
To the winner, true immortally and they would have the power to make the heart's desires come true like, the devil himself. Dr. Jeremiah Arkham had hoped, all that Paul Cicero had said was true, so that his desires would then come true, for he had not lost his head or his life yet that was a beautiful lie?
It all sounded too well too be true and it was sheer madness too say the least. Dr. Jeremiah Arkham had become sick and tired just like everyone had and that fuelled his boredom and disappointment with the world he had known, all to well.
As he had believed that there was no god, let alone the devil yet he heard many said that god is dead and his fallen son is no more, so there is nothing to fear but there were others, who had told another tale.
Now that his seeing the picture, it excites him yet there is a deep darkness that had always frighten him but this way he felt, alive and that meant something, even if, it was just another lie that he wants to believe.
After all he had done to get to this point he wanted it to be over and his named remembered in the heart of Gotham. Though he thought he could be The King of Gotham but now he knows that Gotham needs something more than to be controlled like, they are now but maybe not?
Dr. Jeremiah Arkham learnt that Jerome had played a cruel trick on his dear unforgiving brother and it was not meant to be funny yet his brother is laughing, all the same. Feeling the existence of the undying loop that everyone was in had weighed heavily on the soul.
Yet Dr. Jeremiah Arkham was asking himself, why he hasn't ended it all like, so many before him. It could be, him wanting to see what Paul Cicero had promised. To restore his family's name to glory but it was a lie and that was all he had ever wanted.
Yet that too was nothing more than another lie, he had faded away like, a moth too a flame. All Dr. Jeremiah Arkham had really wanted was for everyone involved with his family's madness, too pay and dearly pay for their crimes.
The people who had come to call Gotham home, were all to blame especially; Thomas and Martha Wayne, because they were no better than the rest that watch them all. The Arkham's were used in Jeremiah Arkham's eyes and he wanted the pain to reach them all and they would know, what it meant to be the last.
Dr. Jeremiah Arkham never knew the full story of his family, how could he when he was but a child. Arkham Asylum was so sought after and everyone forgets that Arkham was his not theirs.
He didn't know what history these walls would tell if, they could and they would say. This land was sacred to the old nation that had once made their home here, for they had buried the spirit of all the weapons of mankind.
This evilness was buried under a great tree and the warriors guarded this tree with their lives. For this tree kept evil at bay, so that life could have a change to live happily as families should.
To be a warrior, you can only begin to fight such evils by not doing as evil would and that is to kill. Warriors need not pick up a weapon for they have all that is need to win the real battle.
You're a peacekeeper first and foremost and your greatest weapon cannot kill yet it can destroy evil in its wake. Close your eyes and breath, can you hear its call, can you feel the warmth dancing in your heart, its there, it has been there all along, surpassing time and space.
The Arkham family had cut down the tree and the people, who were the land keepers. The Arkham's were asked with dying breath to watch and keep the land save and sound but they did not listen and madness followed closely.
There were other families that came and still no one cared to answer their plea. How could they hear in the mist of metal and glass that was built atop and so the evil spirit manifest in a weapon of the times, a weapon that is said to bring the arrival of the dark universe for there is no tree to hold it back.
Dr. Jeremiah Arkham's hands were full and tied to Paul Cicero, for he had promise him that he would watch his son Jerome Valeska. Arkham remembers, what Jerome had told him all those years ago, when he was but a child and he said to him.
"Do you know what my favourite animal is? Will let me; tell you...it's the bat! The reason being, is because people are afraid of them just like, clowns...Hehehe...Did you know that because the bat is feared, it is said that in the end of days."
" There be a story that put the bat in a good light and people would love and adore, instead of hate and fear the bat. I think that this saying has deep meaning and we should not fear, so easily for love conquers all?"
Dr. Jeremiah Arkham saw the obsession and what that did to the poor boy's mind and looking back he must have been secretly looking after the two? Because at times Jerome was kind yet other times he was mean and cunning, twisting everything he could. It seemed that there was no helping a person, who doesn't want to be saved, especially when they think that they are beyond saving.
Dr. Jeremiah Arkham could see how much Jerome had adored, the legend of how the bat came to be. Jerome had tried to bring that story to life and he lost his brother for it and ultimately lost his life.
Jerome lost everything, because all he had ever wanted was to see a hero rise from out of the ashes and bring light to where there was none but he failed. First will Jeremiah and then with Bruce Wayne for the bat is just a dagger that takes life away for Ra's al Ghul made it so, what a crying shame.