"Minato Namikaze handled the Gotham nuclear bomb crisis. Batman got his ass kicked the whole time..."
"Wasn't Minato Namikaze on Batman's side? The little flying guy said Batman was the mastermind himself!"
"So the Gotham nuclear bomb crisis was all an act Batman and Minato Namikaze put on together? Who was it for? The Golden Armor God of War?"
"The more you think about it, the scarier it gets!"
"The little flying guy was probably good until Batman lured him in and corrupted him!"
"Founder of the Justice League? Protector of Gotham? It was all a fucking act!"
"People of Gotham City, you've been fooled by a madman!"
"..."
Discussion across social media spiraled out of control within minutes. Seven of Twitter's top ten trending topics were about Batman.
Inside an abandoned Chemical Plant in Gotham's East End, Joker stood on a metal platform, looking up at the phone Harley Quinn held before his face. The blood-red smile slashed across his cheeks seemed ready to split all the way to his ears.
"Hahahahaha..."
His laughter burst from the speakers and echoed through the cavernous factory three or four times before the hum of the central air conditioning swallowed it.
"See that, Harley? The whole world is cursing Batman!"
"Right now, he's more of a clown than I am!"
Harley Quinn tucked the phone behind her waist, swung her baseball bat into the metal platform with a deafening clang, and drew the eyes of more than two hundred Gang members below.
"Joker's right!"
She planted her hands on her hips at the edge of the platform, her red-and-black pigtails whipping in an arc through the air.
"Batman's our good buddy! He helped us kill the Golden Armor God of War! He drew all the Eye Society's attention away from us!"
"Now