March 11 File Images

These are all the images given when opening the file "*know\_what\_i\_know.zip*." All images have kept their original file names. A description (and transcription, if applicable) of each file will follow below, using ctrl+f is recommended.

"***01.jpg***" is a collage of images depicting rats, the "secret friend" greeting card, Don Mitchell's corpse, and various edited photos of Mitchell. In one corner, it reads "*CAGES RATS IN CAGES METAL CAGES CAGES WITH TUBES RATS IN TUBES CAGES CAGES WITH RATS RATS IN CAGES SAVAGE*" repeating. Four polaroid photos of rats are subtitled "*RATTUS*" with numbers underneath. The coded phrase "*you are el rata alada*" is written multiple times on the page, including on the pasted-in photo of "*maze-1.jpg*."

"***02.jpg***" is another collage, depicting the drawing from the "chemistry" greeting card, polaroids of electronic and explosive components, and a floorplan of Gotham city hall. The photo also includes the eyes from the "*see you in Hell*" greeting card, the letters "*D O A*" repeated, and photographs with illegible writing next to them.

"***arkham-1.jpg***" shows a hand holding a revolver with "*Arkham 12, 10 DR 166-884*" written on the photo.

"***arkham-2.jpg***" shows a wider view of the scene in "*arkham-1.jpg*," a woman is laying on the bed holding the revolver, while a man lays on the floor to the side. "*Arkham 12, 10 DR 166-884*" is written on the photo.

"***colson-1.jpg***" shows a newspaper page about DA Gil Colson. It reads:

"*Gotham D.A. talks hard stance on crime bosses*

*BATTLE FOR THE CITY*

*While the polls still seem to suggest that current Mayor Don Mitchell Jr is ahead in the polls the gap seems to be slowly closing with some suggesting that the election is going to be much closer than many people have predicted. Perhaps the reason behind the shift in the public political opinion is that the opposition candidate Bella Real has left no stone unturned in the last few weeks. She has seen a huge spike in support.*

*\*Defiant Senator unphased: "My record speaks for itself!"*"

"***just\_an\_orphan-1.jpg***" shows a photo of Edward Nashton as a child.

"***martha-1.jpg***" shows Martha Wayne being held by orderlies at Arkham Asylum.

"***martha-2.jpg***" is a closer shot of the same photo depicted in "*martha-1.jpg*."

"***maze-1.jpg***" shows a rat maze with the phrase "*you are el rata alada*" repeated throughout the path.

"***mitchell-1.jpg***" shows Mayor Don Mitchell Jr with Annika Kosolov.

"***mitchell-2.jpg***" is another photo of Mayor Don Mitchell Jr with Annika Kosolov.

"***rats-1.jpg***" is a drawn diagram of the rat tubes. Written next to it is:

"*Each level cut to head shape. Box to sit over shoulders. Rats can go UP and DOWN the levels. Not to be wider than shoulders. EACH level cut to head shape. Box to sit over shoulders. Rats can go UP and DOWN the levels. Not to be wider than shoulders. Box to sit over shoulders. Each level cut to head shape. Rats can go UP and down the levels. Box to sit over shoulders. Not to be wider than shoulders. Each level cut to head shape. Rats can go UP and down the levels. Not to e wider than shoulders. Each level cut to head shape. Box to sit over shoulders. Rats can go UP and DOWN the levels. Not to be wider than shoulders. EACH level cut to head shape. Box to sit over shoulders. Rats can go UP and DOWN the levels. Not to be wider than shoulders.*"

"***rats-2.jpg***" is another diagram of the rat tubes. Written next to it is the same passage written in "*rats-1.jpg*" repeated.

"***rats-3.jpg***" is another diagram of the rat tubes. Written next to it is the same passage written in "*rats-1.jpg*" repeated.

"***rats-4.jpg***" is a precise diagram of the rat tubes, drawn to proportion.

"***rats-5.jpg***" is a drawn diagram of various other mechanisms attached to the rat tubes, with the same passage written in "*rats-1.jpg*" repeated.

"***renewal-1.jpg***" depicts another photo of Edward Nashton as a child, next to Thomas and Martha Wayne. The phrase "*if only I knew then what I know now*" is written next to it, cut off.

"***sanctuary-1.jpg***" shows one wall of Edward Nashton's apartment, with a laptop and many newspaper clippings.

"***sanctuary-2.jpg***" is a wider shot of Edward Nashton's apartment.

"***savage-1.jpg***" is the front page of Gotham Gazette, featuring Commissioner Pete Savage of the GCPD. It reads:

"*TOP COP*

*There's a new Police Commissioner in town, after Mayor Mitchell Jr. promotes experienced Police Officer Pete Savage.*"

"***savage-2.jpg***" shows Commissioner Pete Savage outside of the Iceberg Lounge handing money to an unknown man.

"***savage-3.jpg***" shows a clearer view of both faces as Commissioner Pete Savage hands money to an unknown man.

"***wayne-1.jpg***" is a polaroid photo of Thomas Wayne with "*5648025305 IMP1 RS 3W*" printed below it.

**Transcription of "*journal.pdf*"**:

Thursday June 10th

The memories of the grand halls. So much space to run down. So much space to exist. So much to uncover. Uncover all the hopes of the past. Uncover all the lies. LIES AND LIES. I am going to uncover the truth. I am going to do this. I just need to focus. I just need to find the truth. What am I missing? I need to find it. Everyone is counting on me.

Monday June 14th

Fire passes over me like a ripple. A wave of suffering. A wave of heat. No one understands you. No one will ever understand because they live their ignorant lives born into privilege while we were born into the shadows of torture and pain. NEVER FORGET. Never forget the torture and pain. In the dark. The ripple of heat over skin. Horror. Horror my home. We are where we come from. Where we were raised. Where we spent quality time with our FAMILY. My family. Demons. Devils. Darkness. What have I become? Time will never release me never let me go.

Tuesday June 15th

They crushed us like ants. Only born into LIES. While that prince sits in his palace all of us rot like little ants. Scurrying away into the cesspool of a city. Our time will come Gotham. Our time will come. I look in the mirror and all I see is the pain of ALL OF US. All of us suffering in time. Caught in time. Can’t move on. Can’t move forward. Just keep slipping back. Again again again again. Time will never release me never let me go. But I will TAKE TIME back. I will take it for myself ME. I will take it make this time my own. I will make time stand still and make time cower at my feet. It will be my time. I will dig into this pool of horror and make time my own.

I keep having the same dream. The same wonderful dream. Oh sweet dreams my relief from this life. I dream I am an ant being chased by an elephant. Stomping behind me chasing me I cannot escape. But before I am crushed before I am stomped with those big feet I multiply. I turn into a million ants. All are me.

I am a small pawn in this game I need to figure it out. The numbers don’t add up. What are they hiding? What can’t I see? THINK THINK!! They are not smarter than me. I am going to crack this code. I am going to crack this enigma. I am going to uncover the truth. I am going to do this. I just need to focus. I just need to find the truth. What am I missing? I need to find it. Everyone is counting on me. They all need me. All the kids need me. I hear them when I sleep. I hear them when I wake. Please save us they say. Please save us. Help us. I must

**END PAGE ONE**

Sunday July 11th

Make them pay. Ring their necks. Make them bleed. Show them what they’ve done. You can’t get away with it. Make them pay. I am going to make them pay. Not just for me but for all the other kids. All the other kids that they broke that they made suffer. That they caused all this painto. I look in the mirror and all I see is the pain of ALL OF US. All of us suffering in time. Caught in time. Can’t move on. Can’t move forward. Just keep slipping back. Again again again again. Keep slipping back. Again again again again.

Renewal. Renewal. Renewal. Renewal. Renewal. Renewal. Renewal. Renewal. Renewal. Renewal. Renewal. Renewal. Renewal. Renewal. (repeated)

Monday July 12th

So much space to run down. So much space to exist. So much to uncover. Uncover all the hopes of the past. Uncover all the lies. LIES AND LIES. They crushed us like ants. Little ants with no past. No mother. No father. Only born into LIES. While that prince sits in his palace all of us rot like little ants. Scurrying away into this cesspool of a city. Our time will come.

Saturday July 17th.

Hell is an empty promise. An empty promise told to an empty child. An empty soul. In a building full of life. Full of life with no soul. Soulless child. The screams from the orphanage I carry with me. I will forever carry them. They are my army. My one true family. In the depths of hell. Every night of mine. Every night of mine. You are a big boy now. Is a thousand nights in the orphanage. A thousand life-

Confront them. Torture them. Confront them. Torture them. Confront them. Torture them. Confront them. Torture them. Confront them. Torture them. Confront them. Torture them. Confront them. Torture them. Confront them. Torture them. (repeated)

I know what I have to become. I know what I have to become. I know what I have to become. I know what I have to become. I know what I have to become. (repeated)

There is no escape from this hell. I was born into hell. I was born into the depths of hell. There is no escape. I was born to suffer with no escape. That is my life. That is why I breathe. It will be why I live until my last breath. I am a child of hell. I am born into this. I know what hell is. Hell is an empty promise. An empty promise told to an empty child. An empty soul. In a

**END PAGE TWO**

Tuesday July 13th

The answer is in plain sight. The answer eludes me. STUPID STUPID STUPID. Think! Think! What am I not seeing? Nothing makes sense anymore. I am being lied to. I am being played I am a small pawn in this game. I need to figure it out. The numbers don’t add up. What are they hiding? What can’t I see? THINK. These numbers. The numbers don’t add up. The numbers don’t lie. The NUMBERS DON’T LIE. What have I found? What have I done? Keep digging. Keep looking. Keep going. Keep going. Keep going.

These numbers don’t add up. The NUMBERS DON’T LIE. What have I found? What have I done? Keep digging. Keep looking. Keep going. Keep going. Keep going. (repeated. “Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. Lies. (repeated) written over this)

This is true power. Be the fly on the wall. Keep going. Keep collecting data. Crunch the numbers. Getting so close. I am so close to knowing the truth. Find what they don’t want you to find. The glorious numbers that don’t lie. They don’t suspect a thing… They will never know that I am going to bring about their downfall. When I find the last of all the information I need I will uncover the truth and become what they fear the most. I will be their downfall. They think they can cover up the truth from US. The little darling children who they so brutally discarded. Our time will come soon children. My brothers and sisters. I will

(Entry contains overlapping words)

The members of the… My life has changed… So much space to exist. So much… single… the hopes… beside LIES RENEWAL LIES. They crush the child… a little… LIES. While that prine sits…

Thursday July 15th

What can I not see. The answer is in plain sight. The answer eludes me. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid. Think! Think! What am I not seeing? Nothing makes sense anymore. I am being lied to. I am being played. I am a small pawn in this game. I need to figure it out. The numbers don’t add up. What are they hiding? What can’t I see? Think think! They are not smarter than me. I am going to crack this code. I am going to crack this enigma. I am going to uncover the truth. I am going to do this. I just need to focus. I just need to find the truth. I am going to this. I just need to focus. I just need to find the truth. What am I missing? I need to find it. Everyone is counting on me. They all need me. The kids need me. I hear them when I sleep. I hear them when I wake. Please save us they (illegible) You must help them. I am the only chance. Time has kept me prisoner. Time has kept me prisoner in the orphanage. I have never left. I have never escaped. Where ever I go I am there. Still in the torture and the pain. The misery and the suffering. Time will never release me never let me go but I will TAKE TIME back. I will take it for myself ME. I will take it make the time my own. I will make time stand still and make time cower at my feet. It will be my time.

(Different entries are written over each other. Difficult to read. Most of this entry is the Monday July 19th entry from the next page, above, written over it and over itself)

I look in the mirror and all I see is the pain of ALL OF US. All of us suffering in time. I’m caught in time. Can’t move on. Can’t move forward. Just an empty child. An empty soul. Keep slipping back. Again again again. What I am I must…(?)

There is no escape from this hell. I was born into the depths of hell.There is no escape. I was born to suffer with no escape. That is my life. That is why I breathe. It will be why I live until my last breath. I am a child of hell. I am born into this. I know what hell is. Hell is an empty promise. An empty promise told to an empty child. An empty soul in a building full of life. Full of life with no soul. Soulless child. The screams from the orphanage I carry with me. I will forever carry them. They are my army. My one true family. In the depths of hell they made you scream. They made you suffer. Is it time for a little payback? What’s a little payback between neighbors? Let them into your world. Let them see life from your perspective. Let them into the darkness. Every single person in Gotham. Every man every woman every child every living creature that breathes in the decaying air of this hell hole. You have not seen hell. Not like me. Not like how I know it. I know it because I was born into it. I know it because it is my home. Open up a little Gotham live a little.

**END PAGE THREE**

Friday July 16th

My life has been a cruel Riddle I could not solve. Suffocating my mind, no escape. But then today I SAW IT A SINGLE WORD on this ledger. Sitting on the desk behind me! RENEWAL! The empty promise they sold to me as a child in that orphanage. One look inside and finally I UNDERSTOOD! My whole life has been PREPARING me for this… THe moment when I would learn the TRUTH… When I could finally strike back and EXPOSE THEIR LIES! If you want people to understand, REALLY understand, you can’t just give them the answers. You have to CONFRONT them. TORTURE THEM with the horrifying questions- just like they tortured ME. I KNOW NOW WHAT I MUST BECOME.

I know now what I must become. I know now what I must become. I know now what I must become. I know now what I must become. I know now what I must become.  (repeated)

Monday July 19th

    There is no escape from this hell. I was born into the depths of hell.There is no escape. I was born to suffer with no escape. That is my life. That is why I breathe. It will be why I live until my last breath. I am a child of hell. I am born into this. I know what hell is. Hell is an empty promise. An empty promise told to an empty child. An empty soul in a building full of life. Full of life with no soul. Soulless child. The screams from the orphanage I carry with me. I will forever carry them. They are my army. My one true family. In the depths of hell they made you scream. They made you suffer. Is it time for a little payback? What’s a little payback between neighbors? Let them into your world. Let them see life from your perspective. Let them into the darkness. Every single person in Gotham. Every man every woman every child every living creature that breathes in the decaying air of this hell hole. You have not seen hell. Not like me. Not like how I know it. I know it because I was born into it. I know it because it is my home. Open up a little Gotham live a little.

Wednesday July 21st

Sometimes I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. Cry for the tragedy of my life or laugh at the stupidity. The stupidity of Gotham. The arrogance of power. But I am not the one who laughs. I am the one who confronts, who challenges, who does NOT GIVE UP. I am the one who will set things right. It’s time to get strong. Time has kept me prisoner. Time has kept me prisoner in the orphanage. I have never left. I have never escaped. Wherever I go I am there. Still in the torture and the pain. The misery and the suffering. Time will never release me never let me go. But I will take time back my own. I will make time for myself and make time stand still and make time cower of horror and make time my own.(?) My time is coming.

**END PAGE FOUR**

Renewal Renewal Renewal Renewal Renewal Renewal Renewal Renewal Renewal Renewal Renewal Renewal Renewal Renewal Renewal Renewal Renewal (repeated and written over itself for the entire page)

**END PAGE FIVE**

    (Entry difficult to read)

These numbers. The numbers… NUMBERS DON’T LIE. What have I found. What have I… Lies??? Lies. Keep going. Keep going… The answer eludes me… STUPID STUPID STUPID. Think! What am I not seeing? Nothing makes sense… being played… numbers… Lies all lies!... Gotham… stupid… who laughs. The one who confronts… NOT GIVE UP!... set things right… The same… Lies those big lies… ants. All are me. Lies are… Millions… these numbers don’t add up…

Confront them. Torture them. Confront them. Torture them. Confront them. Torture them. Confront them. Torture them. Confront them. Torture them. Confront them. Torture them. Confront them. Torture them. Confront them. Torture them. (repeated, with “Lies Lies Lies Lies Lies” (repeated) written over it)

(These two sections are written over each other, taking up two sections of the ledger. In the right section, the phrase “No more lies” is written on each line, on top of the entry)

Wednesday July 21st

Sometimes I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. Cry for the tragedy of my life or laugh at the stupidity. The stupidity of Gotham. The arrogance of power. But I am not the one who laughs. I am the one who confronts, who challenges, who does NOT GIVE UP. I am the one who will set things right. It’s time to get strong.

Wednesday July 21st

Sometimes I don’t know whether to laugh or cry. Cry for the tragedy of my life or laugh at the stupidity. The stupidity of Gotham. The arrogance of power. But I am not the one who laughs. I am the one who confronts, who challenges, who does NOT GIVE UP. I am the one who will set things right. It’s time to get strong.

These numbers don’t add up. The numbers…

No escape. No escape. No escape. No escape. No escape. No escape. No escape. No escape. No escape. No escape. No escape. (repeated, with “Show them what they’ve done. Show them what they’ve done. Show them what they’ve done. Show them what they’ve done.” (repeated) written over it)

(Written over itself multiple times)

This is true power. Be the fly on the wall. Keep going. Keep collecting data. Crunch the numbers. Getting so close. I am so close to knowing the truth. Find what they don’t want you to find. The glorious numbers that don’t lie. They don’t suspect a thing… They will never know that I am going to bring about their downfall. When I find the last of all the information I need I will uncover the truth and become what they fear the most. I will be their downfall. They think they can cover up the truth from US. The little darling children who they so brutally discarded. Our time will come soon children. My brothers and sisters.

**END PAGE SIX**

(Written over itself multiple times, repeated)

This is true power. Be the fly on the wall. Keep going. Keep collecting data. Crunch the numbers. Getting so close. I am so close to knowing the truth. Find what they don’t want you to find. The glorious numbers that don’t lie. They don’t suspect a thing… They will never know that I am going to bring about their downfall. When I find the last of all the information I need I will uncover the truth and become what they fear the most. I will be their downfall. They think they can cover up the truth from US. The little darling children who they so brutally discarded. Our time will come soon children. My brothers and sisters.

(Several phrases written, repeated, over each other)

Every night. No escape. They made (?)

(Phrases written, repeated, over each other)

I know what I have to become. There is no escape.

(Repeated, over itself)

No escape. No escape. No escape.

**END PAGE SEVEN**

(Repeated, over itself, entire page)

No escape. No escape. No escape.

**END PAGE EIGHT**

(Repeated, over itself, entire page)

No escape. No escape. No escape.

**END PAGE NINE**