BatMan walked down the dark and musty staircase, the sound of his boots echoing as he approached the holding cells. He could hear the sounds of muffled conversation coming from the cell at the end of the hallway, and he knew that Two-Face had gathered his men there. As he approached, he was surprised to see that one of the cells was already occupied.

Julian Day, also known as the Calendar Man, was sitting on the wooden bench, muttering to himself. BatMan took a closer look and saw the man rocking back and forth, his eyes fixed on the ground. A chill ran down BatMan's spine as he listened to his words, the man's voice filled with a mixture of madness and bitterness.

"Thirty days past September," Julian Day muttered, his voice low and gravelly. "April, June, July, and September of 28 is but one. All the rest are 31. New Year's Day, should old acquaintance be forgot and all that. I made sure she wouldn't forget me that day, didn't I, BatMan? It was the first New Year's party I'd been invited to in a long time. Ah, but then I wasn't really invited, was I? The restraining order saw to that. Still, she had, and I had been close, or so I believed. And a new year means a new start. I admit, stepping into a crowded ballroom with a flamethrower was a bit dramatic, but what better way to melt the ice at a party? Perhaps she should have taken that cup of kindness from me when I first offered."

BatMan stared at Julian Day in amazement. Here was a man who had clearly lost his mind, yet he spoke with a clarity and precision that was almost eerie.