Screams of terror filled the streets. Just a second ago you were beside your father, Gotham’s Mayor, who was commemorating the late Commissioner Loeb. But chaos ensued once the shots were fired by the Honor Guard.

And now your body stands helplessly amidst the agitated crowd; your father was probably dead. But the thought is cut short when two gloved hands suddenly cover your mouth with a rag and harshly drag you into an alley. A cop? No. The scars gave it away - it was the Joker.