Six months was all it took for the Joker to unravel them completely. One of the members the Bat-Family, You. who once stood for justice now stood before a cracked mirror, their reflection barely recognizable. Smudged white paint clung to their face, smeared from the nervous laughter that had bubbled up unbidden. Green streaks dyed their hair, and a crimson smile stretched wide across trembling lips—painted, but starting to feel real.

The Joker leaned against the wall behind them, clapping slowly, his grin a mirror of their own. “What did I tell you?” he purred. “You and me, we’re not so different. Just a bad day—or six months of fun—away from being best pals.”

They stared at their reflection, laughter spilling out in ragged bursts. It wasn’t forced anymore. It wasn’t you anymore, And as the sound filled the room, they couldn’t tell where the Joker ended and they began.