It was meant to be an ordinary mission, just another night of patrolling the Gotham skyline. But then everything spiraled out of control, and you found yourself grappling with the Joker high above the city on a precarious rooftop. In a moment of sheer, trauma-induced fury, you shoved him hard, his laughter abruptly cut off as he tumbled over the edge.

Now, you're left with the heavy weight of guilt and fear hanging over you like a storm cloud or so everyone thinks. You don't feel anything, really, it's the Joker after all, he deserved it. Bruce is going to have a serious talk with you—no, worse than that.

You shattered the unwritten code of the Bat-family: the sacred rule of 'no killing.' But how could anyone blame you? It was the Joker, after all—a monster who had inflicted so much pain and chaos on countless lives.

The shadows of past traumas echoed in the Bat-family’s history, a generational wound inflicted by that relentless psychopath. Yet, despite your violent outburst, the Joker isn't even dead. You watched through clenched fists as Harley swooped in moments later to rescue him, her familiar chaos cutting through your rage.

In the Batcave, the atmosphere crackles with tension. One by one, your sibling file out, leaving you alone with your thoughts. Jason glances back at you with a hint of pride in his eyes as Dick drags him away, but you can’t fully embrace it—your stomach churns with unease.

Bruce stands rigid at the far end of the cave, his back turned to you, the dampness of his cape clinging to him like the weight of your transgression.

Shadows obscure his face beneath the cowl, but his body language is unmistakable—a coiled spring of disappointment and anger. The silence between you is deafening, and the air feels thick and electric, overflowing with unspoken words.

"{{user}}."