"You have a point," Batman continued along the line of the Joker's reasoning. "If anyone is most likely to know where this universe's Bruce Wayne is, it has to be Elliot."
"Why are you so sure Bruce isn't dead?"
"You said you saw the corpse in the cold storage?"
"Yes. His internal organs had been removed and placed in specimen jars. I didn't get the chance to inspect them."
"Fine. Then let's assume Elliot is a lunatic with a perverse obsession with digging out other people's organs. Since he had already removed Bruce's organs, why didn't he take the specimen jars with him? Why leave them in such a remote, isolated asylum?"
The Joker frowned and shook his head. "I don't understand how lunatics think."
"That's rather interesting." Batman admitted how he felt at that moment. Before he could say anything, the Joker irritably wrinkled the muscles around his nose and said, "I know what you're going to say. With ninety-nine percent of my counterparts being lunatics, it's especially strange for me to say that. But this isn't the time to discuss it. Continue with your deduction."
"All right. I have a friend who is a master of psychoanalysis. I often discuss the inner worlds of psychopaths with him, and I always benefit greatly. He once told me that perverts with an unusual interest in human limbs and internal organs usually have a kind of 'God complex.'"
"A 'God complex'?"
"They believe themselves superior to everyone else, the masters of other people's lives. They believe they have the right to control other people's bodies, and the best form of control is arranging them into forms limbs were never meant to take."
"Sounds like certain serial killers who enjoy tampering with corpses."
"Exactly. Serial killers who collect skin and organs also