"Sometimes, you have to make people believe that being expressionless is indeed a kind of wisdom, but it isn't an ideal way to live."
Deep beneath Gotham, in an unknown place, the Joker in his purple suit was overseeing Punchline's excavation work.
Of course, in return for watching the comedy, he told her about his philosophy of life.
"Like Batwoman, Mr. J? She's always so serious." Punchline did not complain about being assigned physical labor. On the contrary, she was happy because the Joker needed her.
"Whew!" The Joker made a gesture of wiping sweat from his forehead, then smiled as he pressed a hand over half his face. "Ha, her seriousness seems inborn. Too bad the identity of Batwoman wasn't inborn. Ah, look, the Earth was saved, everyone survived. I can understand her wanting to drink alone at home to celebrate, but why did she forget an old friend? Forget me? Hee hee hee hee."
More than half a month had passed since Deathstroke and his people took down The Batman Who Laughs. Back then, the Joker had brazenly led Punchline into Gotham's sewers and even put on a little performance beneath the surveillance cameras, all in the hope that Batwoman would come looking for him.
But what happened? Because Catwoman had inexplicably been resurrected, Batwoman seemed to have forgotten the Joker even existed. That left the madman preparing his game underground in a rather poor mood.
Still, that was all over now. The digging would be finished today. Next, the Joker would take the initiative. Not only would he wind Batwoman up again, but this city that had forgotten the Joker as well, so they would understand.
"They'll understand that old friends are the best, and when it comes to games, Uncle Joker's games are still the best!