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With all that ask that question, one would think someone would figure it out and yet...

I have a bit of an infestation, you might say.

In theory you call an exterminator.

They've proven incompetent so far.

Most people are. Incompetant, that is.

Too true.

That's why I'm trying to take care of it myself.

Definitely the only way to go but what makes you certain you're not incompetant as well?

Daddy taught me self-esteem. And that I'm better than most people.

I'm sure he did. That's all well and good. It doesn't answer the question.

I have great faith in myself.

I'm certain that will solve your problems.

It's solved the problems so far.

~Dazzle~ it.

Dazzle it?

A lure, a trap, and something completely unexpected.

Sounds like a good idea.

I've thought about it for a little while.

Of course, this is a smart bat. Trapping it won't be easy.

You don't think you're smarter? Find out what it likes, gain some trust.

Just don't get too close. So many people get attached to prey.

I've already got some bruises from it. It's not going to trust me.

But if I knew what was under that mask...

You could probably get someone to look for you. Someone not afraid of bats, or masks.

I'm not afraid of him. But, again, to get the mask off, I have to catch him.

Do you have anything in mind for bait?

Not yet.

Cut off its head.

Ooo. I like that. But first I have to catch it.

That's the tricky thing about pests. Catching them. The killing is the easy part.

All too true.

It would be tacky of me to ask if you're from Gotham, wouldn't it.

How'd you guess?

I'm just that lucky.

Gotham born and raised and proud of it.

As am I, though I'm not certain I can claim pride as genuinely as you do.

I love my city.

Someone has to.

The problem with bats is they're like wolves. They travel in packs. You kill one you just have to deal with the rest.

Poison then, perhaps. Kill them all at once.

Good luck with that, kid.

Your support is greatly appreciated.

Give him a little love...?

Holds up a knife with blood on the end, like a trophy.

I got a taste.

A pause, studying him closely, then a grin. Almost manic.

You're the Joker.