Joker slumped in his chair. It had been months since his dear Batman went missing. Most of Gotham assumed the Dark Knight was dead, but not Joker. No, he refused to believe his batsy had left him for good.

"Where are you, Bats?" Joker mumbled, fiddling half-heartedly with a deactivated bomb. He hadn't pulled a single caper since Batman's disappearance, what was the point?

"I'm coming for you, batsy." He said. Bats was out there somewhere, he just had to find him. Their dance wasn't over yet.