He's angry. Oh, he is so. Angry. And the whole asylum will know it. All because they think pure little Batsy killed a cop here and a cop there. They're not in on the joke, the joke that wasn't supposed to be a joke at all but ended up that way when that stupid whiny righteous martydom crawled its way out of the masked maniac's heart. Oh lord.

Batman. Doesn't. Kill People.

No.

He.

Doesn't.

But they think he did, and that pretty much, uh, killed the punch line.

…Ugh.

Too much time spent in here.

Because his jokes are getting so much worse.

He was supposed to be the first kill. Be the one they praised the Batman for while the misguided vigilante crumpled into a thousand itty bitty pieces. Because he couldn't cope with it. Because he didn't know how to freaking give in beforehand. He had been planning to teach him, teach him all about the finer points of complete, utter, be-au-ti-ful madness.

But no, no no no no! Batsy had to cover for Harvey, had to be the hero who wasn't a hero, had to be all sacrificial and what not. Now they think he's a killer. Now the game is up.

Now he'll never break.

Not unless he tries again.

And he will.