To think Arkham Asylum could truly contain prisoners? That's insanity itself.
According to Bruce, the Joker's jailbreak was orchestrated with outside help.
The accomplice? None other than Harleen Quinzel.
Originally assigned as the Joker's psychiatrist, Harleen was meant to treat him. Instead, the tables turned—the patient drove the doctor mad.
After all, besides being a lunatic, the Joker possesses a high intellect. Underestimating him is a fatal mistake. Anyone who does so pays dearly.
The origins of Injustice stem from the Joker's chaos. He shifted his attention from Batman to Superman, dragging the latter into the abyss.
The Joker's plan succeeded; he manipulated Superman into unintentionally killing his pregnant wife, Lois Lane, and destroying Metropolis, the city he vowed to protect.
When Superman realized what had happened, he killed the Joker in a blind rage, punching through his heart.
But that wasn't the end. It marked the beginning of Superman's descent into tyranny, his creation of the Injustice regime.
The Joker, as deranged as he was, didn't fear death. Instead, his demise planted a dangerous seed in Superman's mind—a signal that spiraled him toward authoritarianism.
As Kara had once guessed, the Joker's death was less a victory and more a tragedy.
However, Kara never explained to 447 why she hadn't killed the Joker herself.
Was it sadness? Perhaps.
Regardless, as the elevator doors closed behind her, Kara's laughter echoed within, chilling and resolute.
Harleen Quinzel's role in the Joker's escape cost her everything. She could no longer work as a psychiatrist and narrowly avoided imprisonment. Her descent mirrored the Joker's madness.
Now, Harleen goes by a new name: Harley Quinn. She and the Joker are a chaotic pair wreaking havoc across Gotham City.
"Kara, we may need your help," Jennifer asked sincerely.
Kara immediately shook her head. "No, no, no. Don't even think about it, Jane. Bruce and I don't see eye to eye, especially on the Joker. The next time I see him, either he dies, or I do. And trust me, you don't want three Jokers running around Gotham."
The "three Jokers" Kara referred to were the Joker himself, Harley Quinn, and the hypothetical version of Kara should she lose herself to chaos.
If Kara ever became like the Joker, she wouldn't join forces with him. Her first move would be to storm Arkham Asylum and eliminate every criminal inside, leaving no survivors.
She wouldn't stop until Gotham basked in true sunlight, not the false dawn Bruce often spoke of. Her methods would make her a far greater danger than the Joker ever was.
Because Kara wasn't aligned with order, nor was she an agent of pure chaos. Instead, she embodied "chaotic good."
The parallax entity was proof of that. Despite its universe-threatening potential, Kara had eliminated it without hesitation. She didn't leave room for risks or loose ends.
"I'm not your solution," Kara stated firmly. "Why don't you find someone else, like Harvey?"
Harvey Dent, still serving as Gotham's district attorney, wasn't as influential as Gordon, now commissioner, or Jennifer, the city's chief justice. If he wanted to climb higher, he'd have to relocate.
"Hopefully, he doesn't become Two-Face again," Kara added dryly.
Bruce and Jennifer exchanged glances.
Kara smirked. "You already found someone else, didn't you?"
Indeed, Bruce had recruited a new ally: the first Robin.
This Robin was a young detective who'd recently joined the Gotham Police Department. Unlike the former female detective Kara had encountered, this was a boy who'd grown up in a Wayne-funded orphanage.
Bruce and the boy shared a brotherly, almost fatherly bond.
However, Bruce admitted that Robin's youth sometimes made him reckless. He treated their missions like thrilling games and had an infuriating habit of cracking icy jokes at the worst times.
To Kara, this sounded entertaining.
"Well, at least you won't be so brooding anymore," Kara teased. "Honestly, working with you is such a drag."
Bruce frowned. "Am I really that bad?"
Jennifer sighed. "Kara, I already regret this. He's so boring."
Kara grinned mischievously. "Careful, Mrs. Wayne. Your smile is showing."
Jennifer's love for Bruce had never been about his humor. She was drawn to his melancholy, his tragic depth.
If Bruce ever became too charming, Jennifer might find herself less interested.
The trio laughed and drank, sharing lighthearted moments despite the weight of their responsibilities.
Gotham City, briefly at peace after the Joker's initial capture, quickly returned to its chaotic roots.
Criminals like Deadshot emerged, willing to take contracts from anyone with money—be it underground gangs or Batman himself.
Then came new threats. A monstrous man, more beast than human, began terrorizing Gotham's sewers. Calling himself Killer Croc, his mutation was likely linked to the League of Shadows' chemical experiments in the city's underground pipelines.
This Killer Croc seized control of Gotham's waterways, repeatedly clashing with Bruce.
When Kara asked about the situation, Bruce reassured her. He and Robin had devised a plan to deal with Killer Croc.
Kara trusted Bruce's strategies and technology, so she didn't press further.
"It seems you're as busy as ever," Kara mused.
She'd hoped Batman could take a break, fade into the shadows now that Joker was out of the picture.
Instead, with Joker's escape, Harley's rise, and escalating threats, Bruce seemed busier than ever.
But Jennifer's supportive gaze told Kara that, despite her worry, she admired Bruce all the more for his unwavering commitment.
Kara couldn't help but glance at her right hand. The white light ring she once wielded now resembled a subtle, string-like band around her finger, blending with her pale skin.
With a smirk, Kara finally said, "Believe it or not, I could resurrect someone if I wanted to. But let's hope that never becomes necessary."