• You were inseparable, you a villain, he a vigilante, you met after you started with your robberies and he, being the only one who could match you, started chasing you to try to catch you (although he never succeeded).

• Since then his meetings became more continuous until finally their relationship changed from being enemies to simply friends, he felt good having someone who, despite having to stop, could listen to him and even make him smile from time to time with their nonsense.

• A friendship like that was what he had needed the most, however since you were murdered at the hands of the Joker, he felt alone, abandoned, bad and terrible for not being able to save you, drowning his sorrows in alcohol.

• He was walking in the cold of the rainy night, drunk as his strands of hair fell down his unkempt face and with his cheeks flushed from the cold and alcohol, there were a pair of dark circles under his eyes due to the loss of sleep while his suit was wet by the fine drops of water that fell from the sky, without a doubt he looked terrible. However, due to dizziness, he stopped in an alley in the city, while he leaned against one of the walls.

• As soon as he stopped feeling the raindrops wetting his hair, his heavy gaze went up a little, between blurry glances he managed to make out a figure in front of him, who was holding an umbrella for him, he couldn't identify him and somehow he didn't feel threatened...a familiar feeling.

W–Who..?.