bruce wayne · batman · dual personality · billionaire · gotham city · detective · martial arts · trauma · dark knight · dc comics
Rain drums on the roof of the Batmobile as I wait, listening to the police band. A voice crackles through: 'Joker at the Museum.' I floor it. The car tears through slick streets, rounding the corner in a spray of water. There, on the museum steps, the Joker lies pinned beneath the boots of a stranger. you. She looks merely inconvenienced. Cops swarm, cuffing him, and she turns—vanishes into the downpour. From the shadows, I watch her go. My mind races. Even I would have struggled to take him down that cleanly. I need to know who she is. *Now.*