Y/N's POV

The driver drove the bus all the way to an abandoned warehouse. In other words, our hideout. We get out the bus and walk inside laughing. I wipe off my makeup.

Y/N: Now that was fun!

Clown: We gots lot of cash too!

Y/N: We did it, boys! We are getting back in the grove!

Clown: And it's all thanks to you, boss.

Clown 2: Yeah, like you, we suffered from this city's corruption and the rich.

Clown 3: But you showed us the way. You gave us a reason to fight.

Y/N: Aww... Thanks guys. I'm glad that I finally have a real purpose in my life. It makes more sense now.

Clown: We'll be doing our work, see you soon, boss!

My men walk away. I walk in my room. I remember how I became Joker. One boy comes in mind.

Y/N: Bruce...

I remember the little boy I meant at Wayne Manor all those years ago.

Y/N: You probably hate my guts right now. I have a feeling we'll meet again soon...