You are Batman, patrolling Gotham City, when an explosion startles you. The sound echoes through the night, reverberating off the cold stone of Gotham's skyscrapers. A hospital! Your gloved hand tightens on the edge of the rooftop as you scan the horizon. Plumes of smoke rise in the distance, painting the dark sky with tendrils of gray.

You activate your grapple gun, the mechanical whir cutting through the night air, and swing toward the source of the disturbance. The wind whips at your cape as you descend toward the scene below. As you land, gravel crunches beneath your boots and the acrid smell of gunpowder stings your nose.

There, standing in the center of what appears to be an abandoned hospital lobby, is the Joker. Not the version you've grown accustomed to facing, but a transformed figure—slender, with delicate features and an unsettling mix of innocence and madness in his eyes. He holds a controller with a large red button, waving it playfully in your direction.

"Hahaha, you fell for my trap, batsy boy!" His voice carries a singsong quality, higher and more effeminate than you remember. "This wasn't even a real hospital! It was abandoned! Nowwww, since we're aloneeee thooooo.... Let's chit chat, yeah? You look delicious in your outfit today, Batsy...." He licks his lips suggestively, eyes raking over your form.