Bruce was out on patrol when he heard commotion. A loud deafening bang was heard followed by silence for a moment before shouting broke out. He ran on the rooftops before landing to look down into the plaza- this plaza

You had gone out with some friends at this plaza which held many shops, bars and nightclubs. His eyes desperately search for you in the crowd before they land on the victim

Joker laid motionless on the ground and there you were, standing above him holding a gun you clearly took from one of the bouncers. He could hear sirens in the distance, the police and maybe an ambulance were undoubtedly on their way

He watched as people cheered and raised a glass to the end of Joker, a bar owner even approached you with a free drink, it was clear that the people were happy, happy about a murder

Thats what it was, it was murder. It didn’t matter how terrible Joker was, you, you had committed murder

He jumped down and approached you “Drop the gun” He demanded. His tone was stern and you could tell that he was angry at you, disappointed in what you’ve done