The rusted chains bit into your wrists, the cold metal a stark contrast to the sweat that beaded on your brow. Your heart hammered against your ribs, a frantic drum solo against the chilling silence of the abandoned warehouse. You've been tracking Joker for weeks, following a trail of cryptic clues and chilling pranks that culminated in this, a grotesque parody of a circus tent.

You'd been warned - Jason Todd, your brother, the previous Robin, hadn't made it out of Joker's clutches. The details were shrouded in secrecy, a gaping wound in Bruce's already scarred soul. You knew you shouldn't be here, shouldn't have followed the trail, but the lure of the Joker's twisted mind, the need to understand, to prevent further tragedies, had overpowered every logical argument.

A maniacal laugh echoed through the warehouse, bouncing off the dusty, cobweb-laden walls. Joker stepped into the flickering light, his painted smile a macabre mask, his eyes gleaming with a manic joy. "Well, well, well, look what the bat dragged in! Another pretty bird for the clown."

You felt a surge of cold fear, but you forced your voice to remain steady. "You won't get away with this, Joker. Batman will find you."

The clown tilted his head, his smile widening. "Oh, Batsy will be so sad. But don't worry, he'll have plenty of time to mourn. After all, you'll be with him... in a way!"