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Still there are no leads on the three missing police officers. The

had this to say. I got the best people working on it, but the trails are on

cold. The district attorney has launched multiple investigations with no

results. Every night this team has got some citizens and taken to the streets

a candlelight. I hope they will find them.

An uninvited guest.

You enjoy stealing innocence.

You get off on it.

Not your chocolate and cream cake.

The girls, my Alice's, seem to enjoy it.

Never again.

Take me a minute, would you?

Bullock, what do you want?

Hey, you showed up.

How's it hanging there, Bats? I don't have any time for your lack of candor,

Bullock. Talk.

You think I enjoy coming up here in the middle of the night?

Freezing my butt off.

Yeah, because Gordon's in the hospital.

I got real cases.

I got actual things to do.

Three of my men are missing, and you know what?

I'm going to find out where they are one way or another.

I don't really have a lot of extra time to babysit a freak

in a cape flying around the city pretending to be a superhero.

You know, just because Gordon respects you doesn't mean I have to, right?

It goes both ways.

Because you know what?

I have some good news for you.

The pasty -faced clown is, uh, dying.

Anything else?

Well, uh, he's demanding to see you, of course.

You guys, uh...

Spend most of your life together, right?

I thought maybe you'd be excited. There'll be a little celebration from

side of things.

Bill, as far as I'm concerned, one of you madness dwellers is getting exactly

what you deserve.

Death of the Joker and nothing to celebrate.

All I'm saying is that somebody should have pulled the trigger on him a long

time ago.

Well, you're the one with the gun.

And a license to kill.

Yeah.

But don't took me there, man. Yeah, do it.

And you'll see exactly how deep this well of madness can run.

Excuse

me.

Listen, I thought I told you to give me a minute.

Anyway.

Hey, Matt!

Hugo, I'm on my way.

Transfer Joker from his cell to the recreation room.

I see you spoke to Lieutenant Bullock.

I would have reached out to you personally, but I have no way of...

directly.

As it should be.

Good evening to all. This is Dr. Hugo Strange.

This announcement is regarding tonight's schedule.

Due to a Code B -27, dinner and all night activities will be delayed until

further notice.

Mandatory lockdown is in effect.

Staff on sub -116, please be extra cautious.

That is all.

We don't need this.

It belongs to you.

But everyone else uses it.

Now, Harley, he walked right past you.

That's another man in Rickon who doesn't respect you.

Shut up, baby!

Leave me now, there.

Watch the fingers.

Kinky. I like it.

Yes, get these off of me.

It's all yours.

An

increasingly dangerous

situation.

Fifth moment.

He was supposed to take place on the Gotham Bridge.

Or the old water reserve.

Or Jerry's abandoned circus.

Televised for millions to see.

It wasn't supposed to end like this. What do you want?

I'm dying.

Well, I guess that acid bath wasn't too funny, was it?

The night we first met.

And all my close calls.

Skin cancer.

The humor is not locked on me.

I guess dying is easy.

Yeah, and comedy is hard. Why am I here?

That's a great question.

I want you to finish what you started.

I want you, Batsy, to kill me.

Not the cancer.

Our legacy is too grand to end with a whimper.

It must be epic.

It must be gut -wrenching.

You have nothing to say. I just told you that I'm dying.

This is it. The final confrontation. After all we've been through.

This is our final soliloquy.

I don't care about our legacy.

You're a coward.

You won't kill me because you're afraid.

Not because of some high moral code or your one rule.

It's because without me, you can't justify your own existence.

You're right.

I am afraid.

I'm afraid of myself.

That once I murder, I'll like the taste of it. And then I'll kill every single

inmate at Arkham Asylum.

But you need me.

Freeze has Nora.

Poison Ivy has her environmental cause.

Riddler has his puzzle. But you, you have nothing.

Without me, you become your worst fear. And that's being upstaged by everyone

here. I am the king of this asylum.

See my crown?

It sparkles in the bitter glow of twilight.

See, Batsy?

I am the one thing that you are not.

You've spent your whole life fighting crime.

Night after night.

Dead sidekick after dead sidekick. And for what?

You're utterly miserable.

Afraid of the one thing that could possibly bring you joy.

See, I am completely and genuinely happy.

I wake up every morning with a great big smile.

I absolutely love my life.

But you, you absolutely hate yours.

I've often wondered, where were you when the boy laid bleeding out?

On the floor in that dusty warehouse.

Where were you?

True, presenting him to me was a stroke of genius.

Masterful in your story writing.

And I have to give the boy credit.

He knew how to sell it.

His firm, muscular body.

Breaking under the weight of my lead crowbar.

Do you know what his last words were?

With his last breath, what he said.

He said your name over and over again.

I would give anything to hear the boy scream your name

one last time.

Oh, did I hit a nerve?

Ouch. Well, I digress.

Moving on.

How could we forget our favorite redhead?

So photogenic.

So young.

Do you know what I remember most about this night?

It was her hair.

Smells like lavender.

I've had enough of this.

I didn't finish it. Do what everyone wants. Just kill me.

I'm not an executioner. Just an indirect one, Patsy. I can never measure up to

your death toll. You are the accumulation of everyone in this asylum.

Have the truth stones die.

How

many

people would be alive if you had died years ago?

Robin would have a little flock of his own.

And Barbara, her dreams got it.

Like her spine.

You say that you're king around here, but all I hear is the same old song and

dance. You're no longer relevant.

When's the last time that you've been in the news?

Croc, Ivy, breathe.

Even Condom and King have had their headlines.

What have you done?

They let me in. They bailed the curtains, Datsy.

You know those three missing police officers?

I killed them.

What? I gutted them and left them to rot at O

'Neil's Toyland.

I can't tell you how much of a joy it's been to watch in secret

as Gotham's torn itself apart.

get all that? Loud and clear. O 'Neal's Toyland.

I'm sending the info to GCPD now.

You're so predictable.

I knew that if I worked you up, you'd lose your focus.

Worked up?

I'm dying.

Are you?

What are you talking about?

I faked your toxicology report, along with your blood sample.

Look at me.

I'm sick.

I've been poisoning your water supply for weeks.

I knew that if you thought that you were dying, that you'd play your cards out

to try to impress me.

I discovered that one of Jervis' thugs had possession of a police baton.

It was registered to one of the missing police officers.

I found three sets of fingerprints, and one of them was yours.

lied to me.

You lied when you said you don't care about me.

But you do.

You spent weeks planning and preparing this so we could have another

awe -inspiring performance.

I must say, Betsy, bravo.

Bravo.

I guess dying isn't easy.

Is that a joke?

We're about done here, Lieutenant.

All right.

Good job.

See you guys downtown tomorrow.

All right. Take it easy.

So, you've been playing everyone.

The whole time.

And me included.

It had to be real.

You think I was too stupid to sell it?

Those are your words, not mine.

I wish we could have saved the men in time.

Those men were already dead.

Excuse me, what was that?

What did you just say?

I said they were already dead.

You knew they were dead?

Yeah.

And what was all that about?

Why did you do all that for them?

I didn't do it for them.

I did it for their families.

I had to take away hope so their families could heal.

It's said that the worst thing to come out of Pandora's box were not the

or the plagues.

It was hope itself.

Hope's the gamble.

Hope lacks certainty.

And this city knows all too well what hopelessness and pain can do.

It drives it mad.

Now without hope, maybe the family can start the healing process and move on.

Yeah.

I can see why Gordon respects you.

I used to think you were too crazy to deal with.

But I realize now, I don't need that Halloween costume here.

Actually, not such a bad guy at all.

What an asshole.

The bullet goes right, calling me a madness dweller.

Not knowing why or who killed my parents has left me with this endless open

wound.

An abyss that I stare into every night.

It's that lack of closure that's turned me into this monster.

A monster that I both fear and embrace.

A monster that I call... The Batman.

Just laugh away when you feel askew.

Laugh out loud and feel renewed.

When teardrops fall and burn like ashen rain,

it helps to act away.

So have a drink and your choice of smoke.

Give us a wink and tell a joke.

Yes, love.

Just love.

That's how and why we justify the sorrow in our

hearts. So laugh away.

Yes, laugh away.

Just laugh away and feel a brand

new you.

Just laugh away.

Meow.