To really think that Arkham Asylum could hold prisoners? That's insane.
But according to Bruce, the Joker's latest jailbreak was assisted by someone unexpected: none other than Dr. Harleen Quinzel.
Originally, she was the psychiatrist assigned to the Joker, but during her sessions, it wasn't her treating him—it was the madman who twisted her mind.
After all, the Joker isn't just a lunatic; he's a criminal with an extraordinarily high IQ. Anyone who underestimates his intelligence is destined to suffer.
The Joker's schemes have a track record of catastrophic consequences. Case in point: the Injustice storyline began because the Joker, growing bored with Batman, set his sights on Superman instead.
His plan succeeded. Using a mix of fear toxins and mind games, he tricked Superman into killing his pregnant wife, Lois Lane, and inadvertently detonating a nuclear bomb in Metropolis.
When Superman regained his senses, he executed the Joker in a fit of rage by punching a hole through his chest.
But that act marked a turning point. It signaled the dawn of a new Superman—one willing to rule the world through fear and force.
As for Kara, she had her reasons for not killing the Joker the first time they crossed paths.
When asked why she let him live, Kara only laughed maniacally, refusing to elaborate. But deep down, the answer seemed tragic—almost sad.
Dr. Harleen Quinzel, having aided the Joker's escape, couldn't return to her old life. Stripped of her medical license and nearly imprisoned, she fully embraced her descent into madness.
Now calling herself Harley Quinn, she became the Joker's devoted accomplice and partner in chaos, plunging Gotham into a deeper hell.
Jennifer Walters (better known as She-Hulk in some circles) approached Kara for help.
"Kara, we need your assistance," Jennifer said earnestly.
But Kara shook her head immediately. "Nope. Not happening. Don't even try the puppy-dog eyes, Jane. Bruce and I don't see eye-to-eye on this. Next time I meet the Joker, it's either him or me. If I don't kill him, I might as well become the next Joker myself. And trust me, you really don't want three Jokers in Gotham."
She wasn't joking. The idea of three Jokers was terrifying: one was the original maniac, the second his mad lover Harley Quinn, and the third could be Kara herself.
But if Kara ever became a Joker, she wouldn't team up with the original. Her first act would be storming Arkham Asylum and executing every criminal inside.
Gotham wouldn't see the dawn—it would see the sun blazing high in the sky as Kara eliminated every last threat.
Because Kara didn't stand for order, nor did she represent chaos in the traditional sense. She was something worse: chaos imbued with a skewed sense of justice—"chaotic good."
Take her fight against the Parallax Entity, for example. Though the entity threatened the entire universe, Kara destroyed it without hesitation. She didn't leave loose ends.
"Nope," Kara reiterated firmly. "Find someone else. What about Harvey Dent? Isn't he still kicking around somewhere?"
At present, Gotham had found a momentary semblance of stability. Gordon had been promoted to Commissioner, Jennifer was Chief Justice, and Harvey Dent served as the District Attorney. Though, truthfully, Harvey was far from the same man he once was. Kara hoped he wouldn't regress into Two-Face.
Still, Bruce and Jennifer had already sought a new ally.
Robin.
The first Robin had been chosen—a young detective newly recruited into the police department. He wasn't the Robin everyone had expected but instead a boy who had grown up in a Wayne-funded orphanage.
Bruce, acting more like a mentor or older brother than a father, complained that the boy treated their missions like thrilling games and had a penchant for cracking terrible jokes.
Kara's curiosity was piqued.
"That sounds refreshing," she teased. "Maybe this new partner will lighten you up a bit. You're so grim, Bruce. It's exhausting."
Bruce froze at the jab, wondering if he was really that humorless.
Jennifer groaned, holding her forehead in exasperation. "Kara, I already regret everything. This man is the least funny person alive."
But deep down, both women knew that Jennifer hadn't fallen for Bruce because of his humor—it was his melancholia and resolve that drew her in.
Despite the Joker's recapture, Gotham City's "charm" endured.
New threats emerged, like Deadshot—a mercenary who would target anyone for the right price. Whether it was the remnants of Gotham's gangs or Batman himself, Deadshot's motto was simple: money talked.
Then there was Killer Croc. Once human, he had mutated into a crocodilian monster after being exposed to toxins in Gotham's sewers. Now he ruled the underground waterways, creating chaos for both the Wayne Enterprises water systems and Gotham's residents.
Kara offered Bruce her assistance against Croc, but he refused. He and Robin had already devised a strategy and were confident in their odds.
Kara smirked. "Busy as ever, huh?"
She had hoped that Joker's imprisonment would give Bruce a break, but Gotham never rested. It was as if the city's very nature spawned endless madness.
Jennifer, meanwhile, admired Bruce even in his most harrowing moments. Her support wasn't just rooted in love; she truly idolized him.
Kara noticed the subtle way Jennifer looked at Bruce, and it struck a nerve. "You're lucky, you know that?" she said to Jennifer. "Chasing after your idol and snagging him as your husband? Not everyone gets that kind of fairy tale."
As the evening wound down, Kara glanced at the white ring wrapped around her finger. It had transformed into a thin strand of light, almost invisible against her pale skin.
She flexed her fingers thoughtfully. "You know," she murmured, "if it comes to it, I can bring you back from the dead."
Bruce and Jennifer fell silent, staring at her.
"But," Kara added, her tone growing serious, "I hope that day never comes."
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