The scumbag doesn't even know he's being watched. His fingers are stained with cheeto dust. They scurry across the keyboard and then into his pants. I cannot see the screen, but according to my computer, he has spent the last hour alternating between hacking into various systems and streaming porn. He is about a hundred fifty pounds overweight, he is in his late twenties, and has not seen a gym since his freshman year of high school.
In ten minutes, G.C.P.D.'s finest will storm his apartment, seize his computer, and take him into custody for questioning. Before they arrive, he is going to have a chat with me.
—Batman's Black Notebook
I was lost in voluptuousness when suddenly my chair turned into the darkness, a swift fist descended, and I fell to the floor...
—Reginald Chadwick, Journal
He grabbed his groin and moaned, but not like he did before he knew my presence. I swiftly kicked him in the ribs, sending him rolling across the floor onto his back and landed on top of him with my knee pressed firmly into his chest, my left hand gripped his collar, and my right fist prepared to punch.
—Batman's Black Notebook
"That was for the priest," he growled. His pointed ears were outlined by the light of the screen behind him. His face was hidden in the shadows. All I could see was a massive, bat, roar at me in the dark. I tried to keep my composure. I always assumed he was human, but, at that moment, I was sure he was some form of demon…
—Reginald Chadwick, Journal
I smelled ammonia in the air. The perp must have pissed himself out of fear.
—Batman's Black Notebook
"Who organized the vandalism and the murder?" he asked. I remembered my training. He was order. He was the one holding us back. He was the one that locked our freedom away. I laughed and said, "My time has come, but he lives."
—Reginald Chadwick, Journal
He cackled. It was a bad impersonation of the Joker. The Joker's laugh never faltered with fear or hesitation.
"Who lives," I asked.
—Batman's Black Notebook
"You'll know when he is free," he said, "Then, we will all be free." He punctuated the sentence with another laugh. This one free from fear. Blue lights flashed on the street below and illuminated the room. I punched him in the face, breaking his nose. That was for the baby. I exited the window and left him to Jim.
—Batman's Black Notebook
I now hear their footsteps as they move down the hall. This is my last journal entry. I did not talk. The Bat doesn't know. Long live the Joker and the world to come.
—Reginald Chadwick, Journal
We kicked in the door and found the suspect sitting on the ground with blood pouring down his face and soaking the front of his shirt. He appeared to be recording something on his phone, which he dropped immediately and raised his hands. The suspect laughed as Officer Benning cuffed him and read him his rights. He continued to laugh as he guided him to the elevator while the detectives searched his room.
—Police Report
I always knew that fat weirdo was up to something. I never thought it'd be this weird though. I didn't trust him. He was always in his room, on his computer. He never spoke to anyone, but he always gave me the creeps. When I saw the cops carrying him out with a broken nose, I thought, "He must have really done something—but being a part of these murderous vandals—I never imagined.
—Sheila Holbrooks, 63, Neighbor of R. Chadwick, Statement to Gotham Gazette
As the elevator doors shut, he stopped laughing and we heard a crunch between his teeth. He seized and dropped to the floor dead. We suspect that he had a cyanide capsule hidden in his mouth. Autopsy and toxicology reports have been requested.
—Police Report
I had all of the evidence that G.C.P.D. needed to search his apartment and seize his computer. I also gathered enough evidence to charge him for the cyber crimes he committed while assisting the vandals, and we were going to use the threat of a murder charge to try to convince him to talk. I watched as they rolled his body out on a stretcher, face covered, dead. Though I frightened him, he was not going to talk, and I doubt that he would have cracked in interrogation at police H.Q. He had a fanaticism in his eyes that is usually reserved for revolutionaries and religious extremists.
Though we nailed him for the cyber crimes, he did not leave any evidence to help us to find his crew. Before he was apprehended, he sent a voice recording to a burner phone. I found the pieces scattered through Crime Alley. The phone had no fingerprints and had been stolen out of the back of a truck a year ago. According to the data from the phone company, the phone had only been turned on for a week and had been registered to a John Smith.
I checked behind the police to make sure they did not miss anything, and it appears that I am at an impasse. The crew seems to be new, and they are completely different than Joker's typical gang. His gang doesn't talk out of fear of him. It is a game of Russian Roulette. If they can survive long enough, they will hit a big score and be rewarded. If they are unlucky, they become another tally in their boss's death count. Chadwick was devoted to the Joker. He spoke of him in religious terms that reflected the strange murder of the priest.
Yet, this is not the Joker's M.O. The Joker likes doing the dirty work. This is something new. I'm going to have to keep my ears to the ground. I fear there is more death to come before I can put an end to this.
—Batman's Black Notebook