Chapter Three: A Dangerous Combination
"The city was always beautiful at night." Commissioner Gordon whispered to himself as he glanced out toward the skyline of Gotham. The silhouettes of the city had melted into the darkness of the cloudy night, sprinkled with an array of colorful lights. However, Gordon knew that the city, even in her unique beauty, was diseased and dying, with symptoms distinguished by the sound of firing guns and blaring police sirens. He knew that there was only one cure for the city of Gotham, and the demand for it was being cast upon the black clouds of the sky: a ring of white light with the shadow of a bat in the center.
"Commissioner Gordon?" A voice spoke from the darkness. Gordon smiled…the cure was here.
Batman stepped out from the shadows toward Gordon, his ebony cape and cowl dripping away from the darkness and into the light. Batman shut off the Bat Signal, and Gordon turned around to face him.
"I'm assuming you know about the little ordeal in Ringworm Penitentiary?" Gordon asked.
"Joker's at it again, and this time, he's got a friend?" Batman replied.
"It's been about an hour since Lance Boil escaped from Ringworm, and apparently, the Joker's been running around with him in the forest. They disappeared so far, and we don't know where they're going." Gordon explained.
"Do you have any leads?" Batman asked.
"The boys down at Ringworm are working on it. Considering that Lance Boil is a criminal known to the Bureau of Grossology, they're sending agents to help out in the investigation right now." Gordon explained. "If it's of any help at all, this also happened around the same time where an arrest was made for Black Mask."
"Joker, Lance Boil, and Black Mask…sounds like a pretty dangerous combination. I should get going then. Every second I spend here is another second that Joker's out killing someone." Batman replied.