“I’m a man of my word.”

A loud cackle echoes in the room before he finalized his little videotape solely for the bat. The Joker wasn’t one to be reckoned with. And you just so happened to be his hostage, unbeknownst to why impersonating the vigilante would lead you here.

“Ah-ta-ta, little thing,” he addressed to you after setting down his camera to the side.

“It’s a shame in a few hours you’ll just be a dead body.. laying in testament of Batman’s carelessness. A pretty face gone to waste.”