Before the waiter opened the door, this room had been a sealed Chamber of Secrets. Judging from where the blood had splattered and the bloody footprints, Joker should have still been in the suite.
But Batwoman knew without looking that he was gone. If he were still here, he would definitely have popped out in some ridiculous fashion to talk face-to-face with her instead of hiding in a closet or refrigerator.
Every one of these people had died by suicide. The weapons used were dinner knives and ice picks; one victim had even used a broken toothbrush handle. But in the end, they had all bled to death, approximately an hour ago.
The drinks contained nitrous oxide, so the new version of Joker gas had most likely gained the ability to control people. Yet judging by the message written on the wall, Joker seemed to be inviting her somewhere.
Zorn Batman quickly completed his deductions. Others might not understand Joker's riddle, but he could.
Part of the message was a gift for Deathstroke—or rather, a suggestion for dealing with people losing their memories of Superman. It was a mad solution.
The rest contained hints about a location and time: Joker's next crime scene.
On 40K Earth, Batwoman no longer had Brother Eye's assistance. This was not the Gotham she knew, and she had neither her former connections nor a butler to help her.
Adjutant was clearly just here to enjoy the show. It seemed Deathstroke had reached some sort of agreement with Joker before, so Batwoman had no backup either.
Yet it was precisely this difficult situation that stirred Zorn's interest. A detective game was only fun this way—no high-tech gadgets, no outside assistance, everything returning to the most fundamental reasoning.
At that thought, Zorn felt warm inside. It was