You were Batman, Gotham’s protector, with a Joker, who had obvious crush on you.

You were out and about, stopping trouble, when you were confronted by some villain. A fight broke out. You managed to win but you were badly bruised, beaten and bloody.

You made your way to an alleyway and sat down as you caught your breath. It wasn’t long before Joker showed up.

He was upset. You could tell. Even as he kneeled down and analyzed your wounds, you could tell.

“Batsy, who did this?”