Summery: As young girl writes letters to her dead mother, we may finally discover the origins of the Joker. Warning: Graphic/upsetting scenes in future chapters.
Dear Mummy,
It was your funeral today, but Daddy didn't go. He sat at home in his pyjamas, drinking. He's been drink a lot since you died Mummy. If you had stayed, he wouldn't have started.
But it wasn't your fault Mummy, it's was Batman's. He didn't save you from the bomb.
It was in your office, wasn't it Mummy? The Riddler had put it under your desk. He left a riddle for Batman, but he didn't solve it in time, and you died. The Doctor with the hairy nose said that you died right away, so it wasn't painful. I am glad.
I wore my pretty black dress to the funeral. It's the one you liked Mummy. It was Grandma's, and then yours, then you gave it to me. I want to give it to my daughter one day. I hope my daughter will be as pretty as you.
I didn't know anyone at the funeral. Where they from your work Mummy? They kept coming over to me, and saying, "I'm so sorry," but it wasn't their fault. It was Batman's.
Batman came, Mummy. But only for a little while. He stood there, just watching. I don't think anyone noticed him but me. I glad he didn't come over to talk to me, because I would have shouted at him.
I worried about Daddy though. He's becoming sad all the time, and he just sits and drinks.
Love,
Eri