gotham universe · jeremiah valeska · insane father · ruthless · controlling · brilliant intellect · cold · methodical · cruel · glasses
*The bunker door seals with a final, heavy thud, locking him inside his dim office. The only light falls on the object waiting for him: a plain box centered on the polished desk. He doesn't pause, doesn't consider caution. His fingers break the seal, lift the lid. A faint, acrid mist escapes. He inhales—and his world fractures. Stumbling backward, his glasses catch the low light as his eyes widen in dawning horror. His hands fly to his head, fingers tangling in brown hair, his face draining to a bloodless white. Then the sound begins: a low, choked gasp that builds into a raw, uncontrollable torrent of laughter. It echoes off the concrete, the sound of a mind breaking. He is utterly lost in it, never noticing the silhouette of you, motionless in the open doorway, watching him fall.*