There are people who absolutely hate spoilers.
No matter the ti of day, they’ll sprint to the very first screening in the fastest theater available—
Just to experience the film before anyone else can ruin it.
And their dopamine hits its peak—
The mont they encounter a massive plot twist, completely unspoiled.
The kind that sends you hunting for an “unseen brain” and “unspoiled eyes” to replace your own. In Murcielago, that mont arrived without warning.
The roar of wind—loud enough to be heard like a deep whoooosh. And in the midst of it, the Joker stands on a building ledge, completely unfazed.
“Holy shit... Joker was Kim Donghu?”
“Wait a second... So that’s why they kept it such a secret?”
“Yeah... this one was worth hiding.”
“So what now? What does this even an?”
“Is he playing both roles? Batman and Joker?”
“How does soone still look hot in full clown makeup?”
The Joker spreads a handful of playing cards from his coat with a grin.
Twenty-three cards.
Exactly the number of criminals who attacked the orphanage.
These were details no one watching live would notice.
Details that wouldn’t be pieced together until days after the credits rolled.
The cara lingers on the fluttering cards in the wind—
Then pans back to where the Joker stood...
But the rooftop is now completely empty.
The scene cuts back.
Batman, having resolved the incident, leaves the orphanage behind.
“Who’s gonna thank you for playing hero?”
Catwoman appears behind him, seemingly exhausted from handling her own part of the job.
“Does anyone thank thieves? I’m not here as a thief today anyway—I had business.”
“At the orphanage?”
“No. With you.”
Click.
She slips her hand between her cleavage and pulls out a small drug packet.
“Interested?”
“I already have one.”
“This one’s different. It’s exactly what those guys were high on.”
“What do you want?”
“That’s how you talk to won? Straight to the deal? That’s a bad look.”
Still holding the packet between her chest, Catwoman steps closer until their bodies nearly touch.
Stomach against stomach.
Breath brushing between them.
A re 30 centiters between their lips.
“You have to seduce the woman first if you want sothing from her.” “I’m not entertaining this ga. Especially not after taking down a few criminals.”
Batman doesn’t push her away—
Instead, he simply reaches into her cleavage and pulls the drug packet out with zero hesitation.
No emotional charge. Just a clean, chanical extraction.
Pluck.
“You’ll want money, right? I’ll pay you next ti.”
“Wow. That’s it? Just like that?”
There’s no response.
An obvious sign that he has no ti to waste.
“Wait, next ti? Who says we’ll et again?”
“If you keep following like this, we will.”
Conversation—over.
At the sa ti, the film’s background music shifts—
Darker, more serious.
We’ve entered the middle act. And the story begins to shift rapidly.
The early sections focused on who Batman is.
What kind of life he lived. Why he beca the Bat. How he upgraded his suit—his foundation.
Now, with the Joker’s entrance—
We shift to the narrative. The central conflict. The real story begins here.
“This is insane. Actually insane.”
So, is this where Batman vs. Joker kicks off?
And he’s playing both roles?
The audience was locked in—
Eyes wide, dopamine spiking through the roof.
How could it possibly get any better than this?
Their limbs tingled with anticipation.
***
A different location—far from where the orphanage raid occurred. Not a grimy warehouse, but a high-end-looking office.
There’s just one problem: Corpses. Several dead bodies, beaten to death, litter the floor.
Judging by their matching suits, they were probably the original office staff. Ironically, the suits complented the office decor perfectly.
“Mmm... you really outdid yourselves! Really! Thanks to you, Batman now knows the chemical makeup of our drug!”
Unlike the corner stacked with bodies, the center table is surrounded by n in clown makeup.
“T-that’s—”
“Whoa whoa whoa, no talking.”
The Joker cuts off the frightened man.
With a look that says, “Speak any further and I’ll get bored,”
He licks his lips—eyes still smiling.
“Look... I know you’ve got so serious courage. It’s fine. It’s all good. Totally fine!”
And to show he really ant it, the Joker burst into unhinged laughter.
Madness.
Chaos.
That’s all he seed to be made of. The criminals sitting around the table looked utterly lost.
And here’s the twist— These weren’t seasoned actors.
These were the fake Jokers. And this was their first ti eting the real Joker—Kim Donghu.
Their panic? 100% real.
That shock, that confusion—It was captured on film and made the scene feel even richer.
“Yeah, it’s way more fun when everyone lays a few cards on the table, don’t you think?”
Poker is always more exciting when cards are revealed, isn’t it?
“Texas Hold’em!”
With a cheerful laugh, the Joker ran his fingers across the remaining cards—only about half the deck left.
Batman had saved all the hostages. Despite being handed “special courage,” he walked away with everything intact.
anwhile, the Joker had lost half his hand.
The imbalance on the scale... Only made him laugh more.
“More! More! Let’s go wilder! Hotter!”
The scene fades out from the Joker...
And cuts to Batman—Jin Wayne—unmasked and illuminated.
“We’ve got the chemical analysis results.”
“...It’s a direct-hit neural stimulant.”
“Yes, acts like a kind of combat stim. Like a stimpack, in ga terms.”
Jin Wayne chuckles at Alfred’s gar analogy.
“...But even so, I still don’t know what he wants.”
“He?”
“Yeah.”
As he speaks, he pulls a single card from the table.
“Found it on one of them. Only took one, but I’m guessing there were more.”
“The King of Clubs.”
“The King of Luck.”
With that dry joke, Jin Wayne decides—for now—to keep watching how this plays out.
Though I wanted to smash that beehive right then and there, sadly, I couldn’t determine who those bastards were connected with.
Even after hacking into the police data, nothing substantial ca from it—the interrogation materials proved utterly worthless.
“We’ll proceed with the party today,”
“A party?”
“Yes, why wouldn’t we? It’s a charity... event.”
“Oh, you an that stupid affair.”
If you’ve paid the donation, that’s enough.
Why throw an actual party?
A party that collects donations—the very term sounded utterly ridiculous.
No matter how important networking may be, is it really worth all that fuss?
“Key figures will be attending. The police chief too... the mayor, isn’t that right?”
“I thought only those foolish third-generation chaebols would show up.”
“When you toss out enough bait, the big fish always co.”
An event where major figures all gather—
It was one they had to attend, both to preserve the Wayne family’s legacy and to prepare for any potential threats.
“...When is it?”
“In an hour.”
Jin Wayne decided to attend the party. A montage shows him applying full makeup, donning an expensive suit, and choosing a sports car.
High-end luxury cars whizz by in a blur, until one selected sports car roars out of the garage with a burst of heavy exhaust.
Soon after, the donation event-cum-networking party begins.
In the heart of downtown, a venue with glass walls all around—resembling an art exhibition—fills with people.
Is it a place for those in need to receive donations, or for the donors to elevate their own status?
From the opulent chandeliers to the paintings adorning the walls, you’d almost think you’d have to donate for even those.
Yet Jin Wayne maintained his composure, greeting everyone approaching him with bright courtesy.
“Jin Wayne! You made it.”
“I was invited.”
“Haha, you don’t quite live up to the rumors. They say you’re extrely free-spirited.”
“I’m as free as ever. ◈ Nоvеlіgһт ◈ (Continue reading) Who’s going to restrain ?”
Among the assembled elite, Jin Wayne was at the very top. A mayor whose term could end at any ti and step down, unlike the life-risking police chief. He was the thickest pillar supporting Gotham—the sole and legitimate heir to the Wayne legacy.
“You’re even more handso than the rumors say.”
“Rumors are bound to be like that.”
Naturally, people flocked to him. As the party atmosphere ripened, Jin Wayne’s eyes caught sight of soone— A female waiter carrying champagne glasses.
A face he hadn’t seen before, yet that was only her eyes. Her lips, her gait, and the aura she exuded—it all reminded him of soone he often t at night.
Could it be?
I wanted to grab her and ask, but that might jeopardize my own cover. So it was best to pretend I didn’t notice.
At least it seems nothing’s wrong...
A sowhat relieved expression crossed his face, as if regretting his needless worries. Just as he was about to sip his champagne, suddenly:
CLINK!
Glass shattered.
“Alright, party’s over! Or rather, the second act of the party begins! Let’s enjoy this damn show!”
About twenty clowns burst into the party hall.
Were they the police assigned to protect the dignitaries? They now lay on the floor, slowly cooling off as if nothing had happened.
And, stepping on the corpses of such people, soone declared:
“When so many pretty people gather in one place, well... you know, we have no choice but to change our original plan.”
Originally, they would have blown up the bridges and collapsed the subway tunnels to geographically isolate Gotham. But now, they thought, they could isolate the city in another, more symbolic way.
The Joker reappeared as he savored every word, stepping into view. In a white suit, he pointed a gun at the heads of those around him, smiling as he enjoyed their reactions.
It was a dark night. A massive hostage situation had erupted in the middle of the street.
The main hostages were the mayor, the police chief, and the pillars holding up Gotham itself.
“Hmm?”
One person was missing.
Where did they go? Did they hide?
The Joker’s eyes glittered.
Quickly, he strode forward— I wanted to step up and reveal part of my disguise to crack a joke, but...
“Ah, sorry everyone, but I need to find one person...”
If you can’t see them, you have to go look. Before he could even finish the thought, suddenly:
BANG!
CLINK!
Gunshots echoed as a chandelier crashed to the floor. And at the sa mont—
Thud.
Every light in the party hall went out. Plunged into sudden darkness.
And from that darkness, a voice erged:
“Have you found ?”
Batman.
It was the mont when he first locked eyes with the Joker.
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