"Bruce-

"The Bruce Wayne you wanted, the person you tormented and obsessed over is gone Jeremiah.... And when I died I never once thought of you.. And the only thing that hasn't changed, is how you are nothing to me.. We're not connected, not bound by hatred, brotherly love or anything. Not in this world, which makes me lucky is so many ways.. You were a friend for a short period of time, nothing else.. In the grand scheme of things, in what I've become you've never mattered! All I've felt about you, thought  for all these years is pure disgust... Your pathetic..."

His voice echoed as the word seemed to get to the last Valeska, as Bruce stayed distant... Maybe it was his words, maybe it was all the power he had or Jeremiah's already fixated, murky fragile mind finally shattered.. But Jeremiah lost the will to do anything,  to live.. Actually becoming catatonic, alone in Arkham until he died in the middle of the night.

Bruce refused to say if that was his doing. " It was his fate...exactly what he deserved."