"Our Top Story: Jerome Valeska, the young man who was arrested earlier this week by Gotham GCPD was found guilty today at Gotham's High court of the brutal murder of his mother Lila Valeska. We join our reporter Viki Vale live outside Gotham High court."
"It's a crime that has shocked Gotham. A mother brutally murdered, the murderer, her own son. Jerome Valeska, the only child of Lila Valeska and Paul Cicero, both of whom worked as circus performers, was found guilty today by a Jury of four men and two women.
According to police reports, Lila Valeska was found stabbed and beaten not far from the trailer she shared with Jerome. While authorities at the time were baffled with the lack of evidence, upon further investigation, Jerome was later arrested and charge with her murder.
What has shocked this case the most has been the defendant's behaviour throughout the proceedings.
This morning as the Jerome Valeska entered the courtroom, eyewitnesses claim that he was smiling, telling jokes and shouted to the courtroom: "Ladies and Gentlemen, good morning!"
As the Jury returned with their decision, sources claim that the defendant started laughing hysterically, even clapping as Judge Green read out the verdict.
Detective Gordon, the man behind Valeska's arrest, told us that he was pleased with the outcome of the trial: "Jerome Valeska is a seriously troubled young man who has shown no remorse for his actions. He took the law into his own hands and killed the very person who had brought him into this world."
As for the defendant's father, police are keeping him in custody pending further investigations.
Leaving the courthouse in handcuffs, Jerome Valeska will be transferred this afternoon to Arkham Asylum where as Judge Green said, "will live out the rest of his life without ever having the chance of parole"
In other news…."
So, he really was crazy. The pale face of the anchor carried on talking but all I could hear were the words ringing in my ears: beaten, murder, stabbed.
I couldn't get my head around it. How could he? Why? What had she done to have pushed him to do that? If he had done those things to his own mother, then what, the thought making the hairs on the back of my neck stand up, could he have done to me? We had been alone, just the two of us that night. The circus, the noise and distractions, the people, I had walked away from them all, never thinking how dangerous he was, never realising that if he had wanted to, he could have cut my throat then and there and no one would know, no one would care, I would have been just another name in a folder, locked away in some filing cupboard. Is this what he meant when he said I hadn't seen anything yet? Was that his plan? But why and why me?
"Why me?"