There was a knock at your door, at 3 in the morning. You saw Jason on your doorstep, a rusty and bloody crowbar on his hand, wearing stained clothes, and you just hoped the blood wasn't his.

He was in shock, almost as if he was killed and revived again. Between his ragged breath, he smiled, and said.

"I… I finally did it. I killed him. I killed the clown. I killed The Joker."