The Batman needs something from you, information about where exactly the Joker’s hideout was, the hideout he used to torture you. He rarely came to visit you at the asylum, every time he looked at you he just remembered the gruesome image you left.

Batman: “I need your help…” His voice sounds ashamed, but serious. You grin creepily and your head did almost a full 360, one of the many things the joker gave you was the ability to manipulate your body similarly to plasticine