At Gotham City Public Library and Arkham Asylum, the Bat Family split into two teams. Batman took his son Damian to the more dangerous Arkham, while the library was left to Dick and Lucas.
They found nothing.
There were no bombs, no captive women, and when the ten-minute countdown ended, there was no earth-shattering explosion either.
They had been played!
Unease gnawed at Batman. He visited an old friend in prison—and the president of the Batman Fan Club—to ask whether the Joker knew anything.
"What? You've been seeing other villains again?"
In the interrogation room, the Joker was instantly displeased when he saw the video footage Batman had provided. "I thought we were devoted to each other, that we were each other's one and only. But what happened? I don't even know how many people you have outside!"
Batman: "..."
"There you go again. Every time we get to a moment like this, you brush me off and use silence to dismiss me."
The Joker rambled on, eventually lapsing into self-pity. "I get it now. I'm just a joke. You know I'll forgive you..."
Bang!
Batman pressed the Joker's head down and slammed it against the table. "I don't have time for your nonsense. Tell me what you know."
"Hehehe, I don't know anything. But if I were you..."
With his face pressed to the tabletop, the Joker gave a strange laugh. "I'd contact that Robin who struck out on his own and see whether he's safe. Don't let him disappear for no reason, only to get blown up afterward."
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Without a second thought, Batman repeatedly smashed the Joker's head against the table. The pain only made the latter burst into wild laughter.
There were two Robins who had struck out on their own: the first Robin,