If you no longer
Wished to play this game, a text
Would have sufficed. “Hey,

Joe, I am picking
You up, back to Arkham.” You
Didn’t have to bust

Down the walls of my
Compound, interrogate my
Henchmen, brutalize

My poor sweet Harley,
That’s my job! Only joking.
I’d lose my head if

She wasn’t around.
Ha. I will admit that I
Crossed boundaries. It’s

In my nature. Did
I shoot Batgirl in the
Spine, strip her nude and

Sodomize her? Did
I torture Gordon with the
Photos of this crime?

You point the finger
At me, but I know you were
Eventually

Going to do the
Exact same thing, except with
Less panache. I just

Beat you to it, like
I beat old Jason to death.
Same thing, I know you

Thought about it, when
You watched the little jerk. I
See the pistol in

Your hand, and I fear
You’ll do something rash. Please let
Me speak, I am known

To be quite lucid
In times of stress. Batman does
Not kill, every kid

Knows that. So if you
Pull that trigger, the bullet
Goes both ways. Joker

Dies, but so does Bats,
And I’ve grown rather fond of
You, my dear Bruce Wayne.

Please believe I can
Reform; if I am redeemed,
There is hope for you.