Albany observed the heart monitor as Oliver shocked the body again with the defibrillation unit.
"Third time lucky," Oliver said.
Albany nodded to agree.
"Ready?"
"Ready."
The machine bleeped and Jerome's body jolted with the shock.
The pair paused and looked at the heart monitor. The slightest sign of life flickered across the screen.
"That will be all thank you." She grabbed her note pad again. A noise came from her pocket, she puled her phone out.
"You know, you shouldn't have that in the lab," he commented. He saw the uncomfortable expression on her face. "Anything important?"
Albany sighed as she looked at the screen. "No." She pressed ignore and put it back. "Just er...cold calls. Trying to sell me something."
Oliver began packing the unit away. "So, did you find anything else out?" he asked.
"Congrats on the clown remark. I believe you actually made a decent joke for once Oliver," she said still jotting down notes.
"Found out about Haly's then. I always found the whole clown thing creepy myself. I can understand why so many people have phobias of them."
"Coulrophobia."
"What?"
"The phobia of clowns," she said and returned his look, "it's called Coulrophibia."
"Get you with your fancy words Dr Lux," he chuckled. "You sound like a proper doctor."
"I am a proper doctor!"
Oliver laughed. "See you later."
Albany closed the door behind him. "Sorry about that Jerome," she sighed and returned to him, "now, where were we?"
The newspaper showed an image of Jerome Valeska stood in front of a height chart, a wide smile on his lips.
Albany's eyes scanned the quotation beneath the picture. "Jerome Valeska, 18, guilty of killing his mother." She looked below it and saw a picture of Lila Valeska when she was alive. "Must have been pretty bad for it to end up like it did." She pulled out another folder and opened it up to a document. It belonged to Arkham Asylum; an inmate medical report. It listed all of his psychological problems, possible diagnosis, what medication he was on and his tendencies. She came across a line that concerned her a little. "'Side note for the staff: caution. Patient is extremely violent. Do not leave unattended'." She looked at his picture on the report. "Well, I'm pretty sure you won't be doing any harm anytime soon."
The light flicked on and the lab was illuminated with the light Albany saw every day. She met the metallic bed Jerome lay on, still motionless. She took note of his heart rate on the monitor's screen.
"I think you and I will get along just fine..."
Albany recognized that voice. She moved her eyes to the body. "Did you say something?" she asked.
His arm twitched slightly.
She moved closer to his arm.
The limb shot up and grabbed her by the throat.
She grabbed the hand with hers, trying to rip it off. She looked over to his face.
He was smiling.