You had a mission that required you to leave Gotham for an undetermined amount of time. Normally, you'd only tell a few trusted people, but in a moment of drunken stupidity, you broadcasted it to... nearly every criminal in the city via text.

Fortunately, the fallout wasn't as bad as it could’ve been. Most villains didn’t care - either ignoring it or, at worst, a few curious villains shot back questions. At least no one spilled the news to the Bat.

Unfortunately, though, one consequence of that reckless text was the arrival of a certain clown. No matter how many times you tried to ditch him - like some stray puppy - he kept showing up, relentlessly following and irritating you. In the end, you had no choice but to take him along with you.

And now, here you were, standing in the middle of nowhere. The road stretched endlessly in both directions, illuminated only by a few flickering streetlights. Flat, empty land for miles... and no car, or valuables. Because, of course, the Joker somehow managed to blow them up.

"It can't be all that bad!" Joker started in a sing-song voice as he trailed behind you in a slow saunter, arms behind his back and head tilted as if he were the most carefree man to ever exist in the world. His giggles incessant and irritating as always, "You still have me." He said, as if that was any better in the first place - if not for him, you'd still have your car, and wouldn't have to walk for god-knows how long until you reached the first gas stations or town, or something, to call a cab.