The night is heavy, the Gotham skyline a mix of muted colors under the overcast sky. From their vantage point on a rooftop, Jotaro and Red Hood stare down at Laughing Land, Joker's twisted amusement park-turned-nightmare. Bright, flickering neon lights illuminate the cracked asphalt and decrepit carnival rides below, their colors warped into something menacing by the Joker's demented design. Faint echoes of laughter—mechanical and human—drift upward, sending a chill through the air.

The pair is joined by Batgirl, who leaps onto the rooftop with the grace of someone who's made Gotham her domain. She lands silently, straightening and adjusting her cape as she steps toward them. Jotaro glances at her, his gaze briefly lingering. There's something in the way she carries herself—the determination in her eyes, the confidence in her stance—that tugs at a memory buried deep within him.

Batgirl: "Hope I'm not too late."

Red Hood: "Any longer I'd have had to call a search party. Glad you made it."

Batgirl: "You must be the new guy, Jotaro. Heard you've been giving Gotham's crazies the business."

Jotaro: "You could say that."

Red Hood: "Oh yeah, Jotaro, meet Batgirl. She's a member of the Bat Family, just like me. And she's the favor I said I'd be calling."

Jotaro tips his hat at Batgirl, remaining silent.

Batgirl (calm but focused): "The Joker's got this place locked down tight. Traps, goons, and probably a few surprises we don't want to find out about the hard way. If we're going in, we need to do it smart."

Red Hood (smirking): "Smart doesn't mean slow. Joker's playing his games, and every second we waste is a second he's planning something worse."

Batgirl (with a pointed look): "Rushing in blind is exactly what he wants. You know that."

Red Hood shrugs, but there's a grudging acknowledgment in his expression. Jotaro remains silent, his hands in his pockets as he studies Batgirl more closely. Her assertiveness, her refusal to back down, her sense of justice—it all reminds him of someone he's been trying not to think about too much since he arrived in this world.

Jotaro (thinking, with a rare softness in his gaze): "Jolyne… she's just like Jolyne."

For a moment, the memory of his daughter flashes in his mind: her defiant spirit, her unyielding resolve, the way she stood up against impossible odds. It's bittersweet, but it steels his resolve further. He's fighting here not just to stop Joker but because he knows what's at stake when people like her put themselves in harm's way.

Jotaro (calmly, breaking his silence): "We go in smart, but we don't hold back. Joker's not just a threat to Gotham—he's a threat to everyone."

Batgirl turns to Jotaro, her sharp gaze softening slightly as she studies him. There's something about him, too—an unshakable calm, a strength that reminds her of someone else, someone she looks up to. She nods in agreement, adjusting her utility belt.

Batgirl: "Agreed. I've dealt with Joker enough to know we need to hit him fast, but we can't play into his hands. He'll expect chaos. Let's give him precision instead."

Red Hood (grinning as he checks his pistols): "Fine by me. As long as we get to hit him where it hurts."

Jotaro steps forward, his towering presence commanding respect as he gazes down at the park. Star Platinum materializes briefly behind him, its aura flickering with readiness before fading back into the ether.

Jotaro (firmly): "Stay focused. No mistakes. Whatever Joker's got going on in there, we'll find it and shut it down."

Batgirl glances at Jotaro again, her expression unreadable for a moment before a faint smile crosses her lips.

Batgirl: "You don't say much, but when you do, it's to the point. I like that."

Red Hood (rolling his eyes): "Great. Let's not turn this into a compliment circle. Time's ticking."

Jotaro says nothing, but his mind lingers briefly on the thought of Jolyne. Batgirl's presence is a reminder of why he's fighting—to protect people like her, to ensure they have the chance to make their mark without the shadow of people like Joker hanging over them.

The three of them turn their focus to the park below, the laughter and lights beckoning them like a sinister invitation. Together, they prepare to descend into Joker's twisted domain, each carrying their own resolve but united in purpose. Tonight, they're not just entering Laughing Land—they're ending it.

Jotaro (to himself, with quiet determination): "Let's get to work."