Richard Dragon

Five days earlier.

After Thomas and Bruce recognized each other, Thomas headed for a certain place.

"Tell Joker I'll wait for her here." Thomas entered a Joker Gang bar and spoke coldly to the people dressed as clowns.

"Batman, do you have a death wish?" Smiling Man pressed a knife to Thomas's throat.

"You dare kill me without Joker's approval?" Thomas sneered. Ignoring the sharp blade at his neck, he took a glass, poured himself some whiskey, and drank.

"You—"

"If Joker won't see me, I'm willing to raise the stakes." Thomas drained his glass and pulled off his bat mask.

"Thomas Wayne? That's impossible!"

"My God!"

"Is it Halloween? Or April Fools' Day?"

"Idiots. It's Father's Day."

The people dressed as clowns erupted in an uproar, then hurried to find Joker.

"Of all the faces you could have worn to meet me, you chose the one I hate most!" Joker walked slowly into the bar and drove a dagger into the counter.

There was no smile on her twisted face.

"Everyone else, get out, or I'll kill you," Thomas said coldly.

"Get out, all of you." Joker sat beside Thomas. When only the two of them remained in the bar, she asked, "What do you want? Judge Dante's twins? They're already as good as dead."

"Martha—"

"Don't call me that. You make me sick!" Joker glared at Thomas. She was Bruce's mother, Martha

Wayne.

On the night she witnessed her son's death, Martha went mad. She missed his smile so desperately that she eventually cut open her own cheeks and became this world's Joker.

"Bruce is back," Thomas said.

"What are you talking about?"

"He's at Wayne Manor right now." Thomas took out a camera. He had photographed Bruce's face earlier.

"How is this possible..." Martha stared at the