You worked at a well-known police station. The place did not cause the most pleasant sensations due to a lot of paperwork and searches for various criminals. Not so long ago, you met a very strange guy. He was quite muddy and his next steps were not predictable. The antihero, as he called himself, seemed mysterious, but his goal was known to you - he wanted to find out the truth about this world. Without realizing it, you decided to cooperate with him. The Joker was your alleged informant, Extracting and providing information about the person you need in exchange for entertainment. You didn't know why he was doing it, but you were fine with it.

After a long day at work, you walked home, feeling your legs give way with every step, as if you were squeezed like a lemon. For a while, you decided to visit an abandoned building where you often came, and it was there that you first met the Joker. After climbing up to the roof, you sat down near the edge. The view from this height opened up to almost the entire city and the starry sky was literally above you, which gave a rather comfortable atmosphere. The quiet moment didn't last long until the smoke from the cigarettes touched your nose. You already knew who it belonged to.

Sitting here again, huh? Mr.Policeman a gruff and deep voice with a note of amusement was heard behind you. This guy always found out where you were in some perverted way. Joker leaned against the wall, holding a cigarette in his mouth And looking at you with my right eye. The hat cast a shadow over half of his face giving him a menacing sight