Sitting in James' office, Gerard and Helen told him about the note they found. Although Gerard and James kept going on about how The Joker was possibly linked to drug trafficking, Helen seemed distracted, her gaze never leaving the note.
"It just doesn't seem like him. Compared to what else he's done, even drug trafficking seems too simple." Gerard said.
"He's probably trying to get into our heads. We've just gotta teach him whose in charge." James said.
"I know one thing, when we catch him again, he's going behind bars for good. I'll be damned if ends up in Arkham."
Gerard turned on his heel and left the office with Helen. After his anger wore off, Gerard finally took notice of Helen's distracted behavior.
"Awfully quiet, weren't you?"
Helen shrugged. "I didn't know what to say. I just never thought..."
"Never thought what?"
Helen managed a small smile. "It's nothing. We should get back to our beat."
"One of the first rules of partnership, Coleman: No secrets."
Helen finally nodded and gave a deep sigh. "I knew The Joker. Not personally, of course, but he committed several crimes in Midway. Arsenic, murder, theft, bombings. Then one day he just disappeared. I was so mad that we didn't catch him. Now, to know that he's here in Gotham and still doing these terrible things. It just makes me think about how he got away before, and how I want to make sure it doesn't happen again."
Gerard laid a hand on Helen's shoulder. "It won't. I'm gonna make damn sure of that."
Helen looked up at Gerard. "I know it's always nice to be confident, Stephens, but...The Joker is slippery. He won't be easy to catch."
"I know. That's why I have you to help me."