In the library at Wayne Manor, a floor lamp cast a warm yellow glow, stretching three shadows long across the room.
They huddled around the massive oak table, their heads close together, even their breathing slow and quiet. Joker's case files, a map of Gotham, and an encrypted tablet lay spread across the tabletop. Clearly, this was a "secret meeting" for a select few.
Tim's fingertips flew across his laptop, pulling up a record of Joker's activities over the past few years. His voice was barely louder than a mosquito's whine. "Our earlier theory was right. Look, every one of his operations has a clear 'publicity hook'-he either picks Gotham City's central square or causes havoc in front of a live camera. He even sends advance notices to newspapers, all to make sure everyone's watching him."
"He doesn't just crave Batman's complete downfall. He also enjoys committing crimes with all eyes on him." Damian braced one hand on the edge of the table, spinning a short blade rapidly in his palm. Its edge caught the lamplight in cold flashes. "Like a lousy clown who always wants his performance to be remembered."
Miaomiao curled up on a tall chair, her blue-violet fish tail swaying gently beneath her skirt. "Then how do we get everyone to 'forget' him?"
"As long as Joker keeps committing crimes, he'll always be a nightmare Gotham can never get rid of." Tim's young face showed a composure beyond his years. From certain angles, he looked remarkably like Batman. "Let's first analyze how Joker commits his crimes and what forces he has at his disposal."
Miaomiao and Damian both looked where Tim pointed, their expressions utterly serious.
"Joker doesn't have any particular superpowers. The biggest headache is how he thinks. No warning, no rules-he's practically chaos incarnate. Impossible