"Okay, wow, I need to resolve this. This is getting confusing. And I don't like confusion unless it's someone else's."
The Joker sat down, brushed his mangy green hair behind his ear and began to think.
Three minutes later, he had it. There was only one way to get to the Batman, and that was with innocent people, lots of them. He knew that from experience. And so he set his plan in motion, starting by finding thugs to help him carry it out.
The train was already blown off the tracks when he got there. Batman looked around and saw police everywhere. They were all looking at the same thing: the huge sign saying "WE MEET ALONE OR PEOPLE WILL DIE." Everyone knew who it was talking about. And judging by the huge joker blimp in the sky, anyone smart would know who it was who sent it.
Batman groaned. This was abnormal for Joker. Even though he had only faced him once, Batman knew that he was more into long drawn out terrified weeks of torture for him and the police.This was straightforward. Something was up with the Joker.
The train was hanging half on, half off the tracks. Batman knew if he ignored the obvious cry for attention, that train would be blown the rest of the way off and considering that it was on a twenty foot high rail, people WOULD die. What is it with people having to build everything as high to the sky as possible?
"Okay, Joker, where do you want to meet?" As if on cue, the giant blimp sent a glowing message saying "WHERE RACHEL AND I FIRST MET."
That meant the Wayne penthouse. Could Joker have figured it out? Trying to compose himself, Batman disappeared without a word to anyone. He would deal with this maniac alone. His way...