Epilogue
A few days after the escape from Arkham, Batman received a postcard. One half of it was a picture of the Joker smiling and triumphantly holding up a dead bat - the other half was the Joker with blood coating his still smiling mouth and holding up a now headless bat. On the back was written the words: Dear Bats, wish you were him! Love, J.
Poison Ivy also received a memorable photo from the trip – she had just woken up and thrown on her bathrobe, taking care not to wake up Two-Face as she went over to the window and pulled open the curtains. And her mouth dropped open in horror.
Pasted to the billboard outside her window was a giant picture of her and Two-Face, the one Harley had taken of the two of them on the morning of the day they had been dragged back to Gotham. The one where neither of them were wearing any clothes. And grafittied onto the billboard were the words Went to Brazil but forgot the Brazilian! Better luck next time, Pammie! Ha ha ha!
Her horror grew when she realized that it wasn't just this billboard – the picture had somehow been plastered everywhere during the night. Everyone in Gotham had probably seen it at this point. Her horror quickly turned to blind rage.
"What the hell?" gasped Two-Face, who had just woken up and now came over to the window.
Ivy didn't say anything, other than to go over to her dresser and grab her crossbow, and then pull on her clothes. "I'm gonna break his goddamn face," she hissed.
"You get the clowns, I'll get the billboards," muttered Two-Face, dressing. "Got any explosives around here I can use, Pammie?"
"Cupboard under the stairs," she replied. "Help yourself, Harv."
He nodded and left. Ivy picked up her crossbow and sighed. "Here we go again," she murmured. "Back to the daily grind." She left the room, muttering, "I need a vacation."
The End