Jason looked out over the view from balcony of his home. Whiskey bottle on his small table to the right, beside his revolver. Cant ever be too careful, eh, Dad? He thought about what he had just done. Saved this city before they even needed it, before anyone had to die. But at the expense of his perfect opportunity, as well as the safety of every one of the many fools who were fighting beside him. He now had to go back to the drawing board for ways to get the at others in Arkaham, all while being at the very top of the Bat Shit list. That meant going for territory before they were strong enough to take it by storm, and that meant that people were going to die unnecessarily. Damn it, Jay! If you hadn't did what you did, they would have died anyways, and they knew what they signed up for when they threw in with you. Can't you just be happy that the fucking clown is gone? That you got him before he got to anyone else? That voice was right. That bastard had been about to go out in a last blaze of glory and would have taken not only his old family, but the whole city with him. Fuck second thoughts. The Joker was dead, and nobody else sides a few other devil's rejects had to die to make it so. Everything else, including the bats were tomorrow's problem. Tonight was a good night. He heard a knock on the door behind him, and turned to see Rose Wilson. And it just got even better.