It was a typically dark, ominous night in Gotham City that night. The streets were alight thanks in part to the glorious good works of dear old Mr. Edison. Due to peculiar placement of said electrical lights, bizarre-looking shadows were cast about the room, creating an erie atmosphere, evoking thoughts of demons who do stalk the night as well as those silent killers who ply their craft menacingly in the alleyways.
The phone rang silently. It was answered by the single hope and protection that miserable city had: Batman—the Darkest of All Knights! Formerly a good little Episcopalian boy until his parents were ruthlessly robbed of their lives, when he did vow justice in their names, and sought out to bring about an end to all crime in all places as well as a more hopeful future for all, he donned a black suit, trained himself, and thus did aspire to that most lofty of all goals: protector and saviour of the Gotham City!—locking away the moste vile and wicked of all the criminals into the Archam, where they would rot for a thousand eternities or more, until the flames did finally engulf the earth at the very end of time itself!
"What is it that you need?" the Batman did ask of the person who was on the other end of the phone.
"It is that which you must attend to, dear Batman," said the voice on the opposite side of the telephone line. "The Joker and Penguin hath unified and are broke free from the chains which did bind them in Archam. They hath also likely chosen, after much bonding in the prison gym, to fuse into a single being—The Jenguin! They are now most likely loose in the city, wreaking havoc in all places that they do go. Please o Darkest of All Knights, we do need you help!"
"I shall arrive and tend to the situation," the masked one said throatily. "This sort of situation I do not take lightly. Both were truly vile villains, but fused together they render into existence a being of omnicidal tendency who does only desire to destroy and slaughter all in his path."
"When can we expect you?"
"When I arrive."
He hung up the telephone and glanced across the room, mind lost in contemplative thought. The Jenguin was now on the loose, a new kind of villain truly unlike any other which he did previously encounter. What kind of strange bonding could have possibly driven them to the decision to fuse into a single individual? Love? Vile? Perhaps yet another secret as of yet beyond comprehension…
He then did walk over to his walk-in closet. He stepped inside, closed the doors, a light flashed deep within, and the door did open and the Batman, fully clothed, did arrive in his uniform, ready to depart and dispense of they who do willingly do harm unto his home town of Gotham.
