From the darkness came a clatter and clank, followed by Joker's hearty laughter. Soon, a pointy-eared figure appeared amid heavy footsteps.
Joker had put on the armor Batwoman had left behind—the Hellbat Armor.
But Joker had modified the suit as well. It had originally been black, with red lenses and a bat emblem on its chest, but Joker had repainted it fluorescent purple and turned the chest emblem into a pair of laughing red lips.
It should be called the Hellbat Joker Armor now.
"He really left no room for anything, huh? He even gave you access to this toy?" Su Ming looked over the madman strutting before him like a model after changing clothes, then shook his head with a sigh.
"Oh? What's that supposed to mean?" Joker's voice had become like Batwoman's as well.
But Deathstroke merely smiled and flew toward the top of the cavern. "It wouldn't be fun if I told you. Figure it out yourself."
Batwoman had abandoned her ancestral home, abandoned all her tools and strength, as though she were waiting to die. Perhaps any random street thug could kill her now.
All because she had prepared one final joke for Joker.
They were both madmen. Joker often said that he was the one who had made Batwoman.
But in truth, he depended on her even more deeply. He regarded Batwoman as the meaning of his existence, because no one else was worthy of playing the games he had prepared.
Just like at the carnival earlier, Joker had always gotten personally involved, never giving Plumber a chance to touch any of the game props.
In some worlds Su Ming knew of, during Crisis on Infinite Earths, many Batmen on various Earths had died for one reason or another. Their corresponding Jokers retired immediately, because