In the darkness of the Batcave, no human sound was ever heard. All the sonority that could be in that place was plainly animal: water, bats, the beep of machines processing information ... Except that day. The blue ice eyes of Bruce Wayne were staring at the huge screen that these last weeks had made him company.
The crusader of the cape was characterized for being a solitary type, all around him knew that after the suits of Armani and the elegant Rolls Royce were not more than a character better cemented than Batman. Because of that, nobody bothered him when the Joker died in his arms. He locked himself in his world of darkness, with his stomach upset and his face taciturn.
"You have a missed call."
And on the screen, as if he had never left, the clown prince began to sing:
Only you can make this world seem rightOnly you can make the darkness bright.
There was not an image on his recording, nothing more than the voice coming through the speakers. Stroking Batman's soul, taking him to the place where the corpse of his enemy lay.
Only you and you alonecan thrill me like you doand fill my heart with love for only you.
There were no tears for the criminal when he let out his last laugh, not even a little empathy that filled the mouth of the bat. He watched him as someone who observes a wretch before committing suicide.
Only you can make this change in me,for it's true, you are my destiny.When you hold my hand,I understand the magic that you do.
But still I carry him around the city, leaving black and purple ashes after leaving the theater where they had fought for the last time. In his arms he looked like a child hiding in his chest; quiet at last, because his father had come to pick him up from the darkness.
You're my dream come true,my one and only you.
Nobody went to his funeral, when the clown's body was put in a coffin, nobody went to mourn him. There was no need for a wake, because all the tears they had shed for their suffering caused in life served for his death. Only Batman stayed until the end, in silence. Seeing how his partner burned.
Only you can make this change in me,for it's true, you are my destiny.When you hold my hand,I understand the magic that you do.
And there, in the darkness of the Batcave, the man behind the mask reached out to pose on the screen. Listening to the syllables of a dead man, the words of a man who had loved him. The only one who had understood and accepted him.
You're my dream come true,my one and only you.
Now he would never have time to tell him. What he had always been for him.
One and only you ...
The recording was cut dry.