"Tut, tut. Look, Miss Cat, isn't everything happening now enough to make you see the truth?"
Meanwhile, in Gotham City, two people were conversing in the darkness of the apartment Catwoman rented. The man's voice sounded somewhat comical, accompanied by the tutting noises one used to tease a cat.
Having grown up as an orphan, Catwoman loved cats and kept many little furballs in her apartment. But all the cats had their fur standing on end now, baring their teeth continuously at the man sitting on the sofa.
"He's just worried about the city." The woman by the window watched the Batplane fly across the sky and sighed imperceptibly. "That doesn't mean you're right, Joker."
"Oh? Still unwilling to accept reality?" Joker lounged on the sofa as though he were in his own home, legs crossed, drinking tea from an exquisite cup held delicately between his fingers. "The one he wants to find is me, not you, because I matter more to him than you do! Hahahaha!"
The man laughed with great delight, even shedding two tears. Seeing Batman search the entire city for him had deeply moved him.
Catwoman clutched her chest sadly, as though her old gunshot wound still ached faintly. She turned, drew the curtains, and snapped out her whip, knocking Joker's teacup away. "Damn it! I don't believe you! You only said you were going to use my lipstick to give Batman a little test, but the result is that he didn't notice anything at all."
But Joker merely blinked his eyes. In the darkness, his pale smiling face seemed to reflect the light, followed by the rapid smacking of his lips.
"Oh-ho-ho-ho, stop fooling yourself, Miss Cat. He noticed. He doesn't even need equipment or a color chart. Batman is a Lipstick Master. He knows