"Even Jester joined in..." The Flash thought for a moment. "Suddenly, I feel even worse for Arthur."
"Same here."
"Exactly. Roland really went too far."
"He did."
"Absolutely. How can this Roland guy be so awful?"
"You say that like any of you remembered Arthur," Roland retorted.
"Ahem. Let's get back to Bruce."
At Bob's house, Joker took some game props out of his backpack: a pistol, a grenade, a baton, and a wrench. "Tell your old man to come out of there. He should play too. Hee-hee, he knows all the riddles."
"Dad?"
"That's right. I want him to solve my riddle: where did my missing money go?" Joker picked up the wrench, flashed a terrifying smile, and addressed Bob, who was hiding behind the bathroom door. "Ha! Come on out. This game fucking sucks with only two players. Is that what you want, kiddo? Maybe I'll give this little guy the detonator so he can play Miss Bloody Mess!"
"Aaaaaah! Don't touch my son!" Bob rushed out with a baseball bat in his hands, swinging at Joker through his tears.
"Oh, ahahaha! Come on, Bobby Boy..." Joker ducked beneath the swing, then smashed the wrench into Bob's chin with a backhand strike. "We have to play fair!"
"Wait, isn't that Bob actually Shazam?" Green Lantern realized something. "So, without his superpowers, he's even worse at fighting than Jester?"
"Maybe the plot requires it?" The Flash guessed.
"No, he really is that bad," Roland said.
"Hahaha!" Joker pressed his gun against Bob's head. "If you're missing half your face, how will we solve the case of the missing cash?"
"Stop, sir... please!" Tim clung to Joker's leg and begged.
"I win! I killed Bob in the kitchen with this gun! Hahahahaha!" Joker laughed wildly, holding the gun to Bob's