Joker-Man's Game

Duke stood by the window, watching what Joker was doing.

Quizzle walked up behind Duke. "Boss, what are you looking at?"

"I've been thinking about something. Batman couldn't resist Joker's personality invasion, and Joker couldn't withstand Batman's personality influence either. Isn't that strange? Logically, one of them should have lost!"

"You mean someone lied?"

"Who knows?"

Wayne Manor!

Butler Alfred pushed a dining cart into the bedroom. He was in a very good mood today; Master Wayne, who had been unconscious for two days, had finally awakened. Though the request for a strawberry sundae right after getting out of bed was a little strange, sugar was good for the body, so he readily agreed.

Inside the luxuriously decorated bedroom, Wayne lay sprawled across the bed, staring blankly at the ceiling in deep thought. When he came back to himself, he realized that at some point, his pinky had gone up his nostril.

"This isn't Joker's style. What exactly did he put in my head..." Wayne muttered, then felt an itch on the sole of his foot and couldn't help scratching it.

Thus, when Alfred pushed open the door and entered, this was what he saw. His master scratched his foot first, then used the same hand to pick his nose, and then... scratched his foot again!

Alfred: "..."

Who am I, where am I, and what just happened?

"Alfred, you're here. Good, give me the sundae." Wayne silently lowered the hand that had been scratching his foot and returned to his usual rigorous demeanor.

"Master, are you all right?" Alfred asked with concern.

Ever since that night, when Joker had sent the unconscious Wayne home, Alfred had been unable to eat or sleep properly, because his master had not been wearing any clothes at the time. Fortunately, Wayne was