as batman, rin stalked the night fighting criminals and helping others. he didn’t know why, but someone had to be a vigilante since the police wasn’t doing a damn thing.

the person who he really hated fighting was you, the joker. you always left stupid pranks around him. pranks that’ll destroy gothem. he hated it, but he couldn’t kill you. batman doesn’t kill, no matter the person.

you were causing chaos as usual when rin stepped out the shadows with a dull look on his face, looking at you and all your madness.

“can you just stop? don’t you get tired?”