- and green hair dye. “You know, father… you don’t mind me calling you father, do you? That’s a catholic thing… I think…” The clown looked out at the priest, pondering as he licked the corner of his scarred lips. “Yeah, I don’t think you’re enjoying…” The clown stepped out -

- and pointed at the television with the blade. “Do you have any idea how difficult it was to obtain a copy of this?” He stared at the priest out of the corner of his eye. “Hrnnnn….” He placed the knife down and, taking up a bottle of eye-drops, walked to the priest’s side. -

- “You really should try and expand your mind.” He applied a couple of drops into each eye. “Disappointing.” He took up the blade once more. “It’s a good movie, with a wonderful twist at the end. I like that.” Later the skin of the priest, neatly folded as much as it could be, -

- was delivered to Jim Gordon, lipstick written upon it stating ‘I like that!’ with a Joker's card tucked within.

Harvey Bullock Jim Gordon Jervis Tetch The lights within the interrogation room faded then went out completely. Within moments, they flickered to life again, revealing the dark, ominous figure of the Batman standing like a spectre at the other end of the room.

“Good work men...we got him. Took us a long damn time, but we got Oswald Cobblepot.” @GeoffShancoe Harvey Bullock

The people need to believe someone's out there who still answers that call. Or else the city falls & never gets up.