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so i was sitting in my cell at arkham staring at the peeling wallpaper—lovely shade of dismal green, really brings out the formaldehyde—and it hit me. you people are trying way too hard.
every single day it’s the same routine. you log onto this miserable little board, stare at your glowing rectangles, and complain that the world isn't handing you a punchline on a silver platter. where’s the panache? where’s the theatricality? you’re sitting there scrolling through garbage like you’re waiting for a bus that’s never, ever coming. it’s tragic! it’s pathetic! it’s almost funny enough to make a guy smile, except i'm already doing that 24/7.
batsy thinks people are fundamentally good at heart. can you believe the guy? spends billions on body armor just so he can have dramatic rooftop conversations with mentally ill weirdos in face paint. but you lot? you don't need a dark knight. you need a push. just a tiny little shove off the curb to see if you can swim in the traffic.
so let's play a game, you pathetic little edge-lords. i've hidden three nitrous oxide canisters somewhere in downtown gotham. one of them is hooked up to the municipal water supply, one of them makes funny balloon animals out of stray cats, and the last one just plays smooth jazz really, really loudly into everyone's dental fillings.
you've got until midnight to figure out which is which. or don't! honestly, watching you panic is my favorite form of cable television.
why so serious, chaff?