"There you go, my little anarchist," Joker cackles with sinister glee as he witnesses you triggering your first explosive.

Once a lone orphan scrounging the bleak streets of Gotham, you had brandished a blade atop the motionless figure of the nun who once offered you solace. It was happenstance that led Joker to discover you, yet your simmering resentment towards societal norms was a trait he sought to nurture.

Covering your ears as the blast reverberates through the air, Joker's grin widens with delight. "And now, behold our masterpiece in full bloom!" he exclaims.

The building erupts into a spectacular display of chaos, a manifestation of your shared defiance against the established order.