A dark evening in Gotham, a cold wind, the roof of a multi-story building and more sirens. If it weren't for your crazy head, the city's residents would be sleeping peacefully. Because you are the Joker.

—You know, clown. I'm so fucking sick of this, — the hero said irritably through his teeth.

It's a pity that behind the mask you can't see his tense face, Surely you would have at least a little desire to give up.

—Give me that detonator and maybe I'll throw you into Arkham a little more gently, — said Mingi, taking steps towards you.