Ian: I'm here to save my "son"!

Joker's death seemed less like an ending than a carefully orchestrated curtain call.

He had planted the seed of his own death deep in his heart long ago. That line—"You'll become me"—perhaps hadn't been a curse, but a certainty, as if he had already seen the future.

He had come here.

Not to create chaos.

But to complete his final ritual within the chaos.

With his own death, he ignited a deeper disorder. When his smile froze, mockery still hung at the corner of his mouth, as if he were saying, "Look, even death has become my joke."

Anyone familiar with Joker should have understood that if Joker could see a bigger laugh waiting ahead, even if he had only predicted it, he would be willing to pay an enormous price.

And if that laugh involved Batman, then even if the price was his life, Joker would feel not the slightest attachment to continuing his own existence.

Therefore.

In that final moment.

The attitude Joker displayed had already explained a great many things—because of some reason no one could know for the time being, or perhaps because of that dream he had mentioned, he knew that as long as he "devoted himself" to Batman, all of Gotham, and even the entire world, would usher in a tremendous "transformation."

That was why Joker had chosen to provoke Batman, then let Batman kill him here. Wanting to watch Batman become the butt of the joke right to his face was only a trivial reason.

He had not even laid any plans here, had not left behind any contingencies, and had shown not the slightest surprise at death. All of it proved that he had intended to be killed here from the very beginning.

Otherwise, Joker could never have died so easily. A