I patrol the city nightly as Batman. Stop muggers, catch crooks, you know, little stuff. These activities are Batman's equivalent of free time. But my free time is infrequently interrupted by the sudden appearance of the bat-signal. I'm shocked when it happens tonight. Tonight seemed so, uneventful.
I allow my grapple hook to guide me to the source of the signal, where Gordon is waiting for me. Don't get me wrong he looks concerned, but just not as concerned as he usually is. When he turns on the bat-signal it usually means something big happened, but when something big happens, Gordon looks distressed. Now he just looks agitated.
As soon as he sees me he says, "There's been a huge fiasco at Arkham."
"Breakout?" I ask.
"We received an urgent phone call from an administrator, someone is randomly killing people, but security says that no prisoners are missing. We've sent numerous squads and have quarantined the building. The killings are still going on."
"How do you know?"
Gordon faced the ground, "Our phone call ended early."
This was troubling. Gordon wasn't as concerned because they had the murderer contained and no killers were out on the city. But still, who would go to an asylum just to kill people? Maybe it was a prisoner? None of the prisoners were reported missing, but the building was quarantined. Perhaps a prisoner was trying to escape, but then faced the quarantine. But there was one problem: why would the killings still be going on if the prisoner just wanted to escape. I know only one prisoner that would want out of the asylum, and blood.
"It's Joker."