The police had reason to set the Joker case aside.
Though the case had a terrible impact and Thomas Wayne was watching it closely, a strike was underway at the time, and more police were needed there.
There had been many major events throughout history, but people focused on the leaders, on every word they said.
Beneath them were countless nameless believers. In inconspicuous little taverns, they constantly instilled ideas into those around them, drawing them in. Though people rarely understood much, they believed that if they followed those teachings, all their hopes and dreams would surely come true.
Undoubtedly, among the early followers of a movement there would be adventurers hoping to seize the chance to win fame and power. But such leaders could not last. Its vitality and growth required a passion that fulfilled its members, not the jobs and positions the movement offered. Hitler had once said that the more mediocre talents a movement that "provided jobs and positions" attracted, the more political climbers would eventually fill a successful party, until its once-loyal soldiers could no longer recognize its original face.
In truth, the Joker was still that lousy actor who could not tell a joke. People dissatisfied with the status quo could join the strike or take part in other activities; they did not necessarily have to become the Joker's followers. Where there was competition, this was nothing unusual.
Arthur had pulled the trigger on himself, but he had not died. He had merely come infinitely close to death.
People had always been taught how to live better. They spent their lives working hard, accumulating wealth, buying the things they wanted or things that could improve their lives. No one told them how to deal with the pain of wanting something they could not have. Or