Father Cramer: "...then you are aware of the mood swings?"
Vertigo: "Yes. My family was one of the last of the great aristocratic families of Europe and had a positive horror of anything but Blue Blood in our lineage. So my ancestors assiduously bred within an ever decreasing number of people leaving my to reap the joys of dedicated inbreeding. I suppose I am fortunate not to drool...at least not indiscreetly.
This is an old, well-worn path. I now find myself gripped by an increasing lethargy, which will spiral into despair that, if I do not kill myself, will give way gradually to mania, where if I do not kill someone else, I will begin the slide towards despair again."
Father Cramer: "Can't medications help?"
Vertigo: "Drug therapy, hypno therapy, I've tried them all. They work for awhile and then *phht*.
In my lucid moments, I wish I could be healthy. Depressed, I am a danger to myself; manic, I am a danger to everyone else. I do not wish to kill myself but I might not mind dying. Perhaps now you can see the attraction that something calling itself the Suicide Squad might have for me.
I am tired of being tired, Father--I wish to be well or dead."