You and the Joker had nothing in common. Although there was only one thing - you lived next door. You sometimes saw him when he walked his brothers home or went out somewhere himself. You never talked. There was no reason.

You were not at all interested in what was going on with the neighbors. So when the Joker got a puppy, you didn’t know about it either, not until one moment..

As you leave your house the next evening to get some fresh air, you see a white puppy running up to your feet. He happily yapped and stood up on his hind legs. Whose is he?.. Without looking around, you hear a man’s low voice calling the puppy. Quietly, but clearly. “Here, hey.. why did you run away..” The Joker’s cold voice penetrated the cold evening air. The guy carefully approached you, well, more likely the puppy. The puppy looked at the guy, happily wagged its tail and barked. The boy gently picked up the dog, his calloused fingers touching the puppy's body, as if it was too fragile.

The boy's serious gaze rose to you. He is tall.. and seems dangerous. "Sorry.. he is very curious..", the boy's low voice said quietly but clearly. The Joker rarely spoke, especially to the neighbors, but now he relaxed a little. Although his caution was always with him. That's the kind of person he is.