Jokers funeral

Batman stands alone at the gravesite, his eyes fixed on the casket as the rain pours down around him. The Joker, his arch-nemesis, his greatest foe, lies still and silent within. The Clown Prince of Crime's maniacal laughter is finally stilled, and the city is left to wonder what this means for its future. as Batman gazes out at the sea of umbrellas and mourners, he can't help but think about the complicated history he shared with the Joker. The countless battles, the endless games of cat and mouse, the lives lost and the scars earned. And yet, despite all the chaos the Joker brought into his life, Batman can't help but feel a sense of...not quite sadness, but perhaps a sense of closure.