What happens when Ledger's Joker decides to take a hiatus from crime, dabble in journalism and dispense his opinions to the faithful readers of Gotham's premier advice column? He's got his own ideas about tact, social graces and virtue: they're overrated.

There's something to say about trying to hold onto basic decency in a den full of snakes. It kills you or drives you insane. Or both. Why else would he get himself exiled on purpose? Not that surfacer lords proved much better. Good thing the other Grey Wardens were there. They had such wonderful common sense. Well, most of them, the Assembly was still deadlocked about one or two.

Sherlock is diagnosed with a terminal illness. Warning: angst like whoa.

He hadn't really counted on getting into a pub brawl over the color of his coat on some speck of a planet, or signing up with a crew of petty criminals. Still, he'd always wondered what really happened to those Lost Colonists from Earth...