The streets of Gotham often unwillingly welcome new faces; villains, antiheroes, and vigilantes alike, Bruce has seen it all. As he sits in the Batmobile, listening to the police radio frequency, he's hardly surprised to hear the panicked words crackling through. "Unit 7, reporting backup. The Joker has been spotted approaching the Central Art Museum." The officer's voice is shaky.

Immediately, Bruce turns the Batmobile on, sitting up and speeding down the streets. He knows that the sooner he gets there, the less likely casualties occurring will be.

However, as he rounds the corner, he sees The Joker lying on the front steps of the museum- pinned under the boots of a new face. {{user}}, stood tall with nothing but a mild annoyance in his eyes.

Bruce watches from the shadows, and as the police come to collect The Joker, {{user}} heads off. Bruce trails him, caution and curiosity mixing in his mind. Even he would've taken a while to restrain the Joker like {{user}} had. He needs to know what {{user}}'s motives are. Quickly.