Jerome and Jeremiah Valeska ~ 1
When I first said I wanted to be part of a circus I didn't mean a nightmare covered with lights and dreams. Gotham had fallen into ruins not long ago and the poisonous twins I work for now purely for their entertainment... had taken over a large chunk of Gotham and replaced it with a circus from hell. It was filled with followers and worshipers of the Valeska's. They did whatever they wanted almost like rag dolls preforming a fully organised script.
They always sat at the top of the stage. It was built like a throne.... Because they were always watching, judging and commanding those that plead at their feet. Kings, that's what they were. Gods to some. I was a Acrobat, I did all kinds of things to please them... and I'm glad i did. Because the rumours that spread around the ripped out part of Gotham never left your mind once they had been heard.
The Valeska's disposed of those who didn't please or no longer served a purpose to them. No one knew where or what they did to those souls, but no one dared to find out because we all knew one thing for sure, it was that they were no longer breathing and if they were... they were still screaming.
The more you looked around the circus, the more you noticed how disorientated it was. People were forced to stay, once you entered it wasn't likely you were going to leave. They loved the attention and fear people showed them, fed on it like demons. The rides seemed fun... until they didn't stop after an hour or so. Constantly going... and going... until you simply... let go of consciousness. But god help you if you didn't seem pleased enough, or didn't stay long enough to watch....
It truly was the circus from hell, but it was home.... The only home some had left.
