Tonight's the night! It has to be. I can feel it, sense it. I know it!
After seventeen weeks, tonight is going to be my night. My brothers and sisters and first-cousins have all been successfully deployed and tonight...tonight I am going to lead the charge.
Me.
From what I understand, my older sister disarmed one of the Joker's henchmen sixteen weeks ago and could well be returning to duty soon. My younger brother actually smacked Ra's al Ghul on the back of the head – now that is an achievement!
No one really knows what our parents and uncles and aunts did, but we all have no doubt that they, too, were successful in their missions.
Word is that the Joker's back. Tonight I'm going to do what no one in the family has ever done – I'm going to break the Joker's nose.
I am not happy. Last night was a total bust. Hours and hours of stakeouts and no action – didn't even get used as support (I am so not talking to my third cousin twice removed on my mother's side...can't believe he got called up for support, the runt!).
I'm telling you, it's a conspiracy against me. Seventeen weeks and three nights, and no action. Not even a peep.
This is embarrassing.
It is going down! I've counted eight somersaults so far, so things are definitely hotting up and-
Wait, there's only six of us left! There were 42 when we started tonight.
Did he just say 'it's over'?
Pickmepickmepickmepickmepick me
OH
MY
GOD!
He picked me!
The nose, the nose the...wires?! Okay, done, now the NO! Nose, turn, nose, turn, nose, turrrrrn nosenosenosenosenosewiresaga inandturnaroundyousonofa-
THUNK
Dagnabbitnothishand!
My parents keep telling me to be proud of what I achieved. It's good seeing them again, even if they are on the other side of the evidence room. Alas, this batarang's life of service is now at an end – just wish they would take off the blood and bits of Joker flesh...