Arkham's High Security Vistation Ward. The Joker handcuffed to the table. Batman stowing away the files he brought. As usual Joker's chaotic insight barely helped, but maybe some nugget of information will shine through before the night is done.
"Oh-ho-ho, but just before you leave, Batsy..."
Batman, as usual, pays this no mind. He has already turned to leave.
"You should know. You've just lost The Game. PWAH HAH HAH HAH!"
Batman looks back over his shoulder and puts on - somehow clear through the cowl - an affectation of genuine bewilderment, "I'm sorry, Joker. Did you say something?"
Joker, seething mad, screeches "DAMNIT BATS!!" And pounds the table with his fist, "Thwarted again!"
On his way out, Batman presses a finger down on his earpiece. "Alfred. I'm sending you an audio recording. Last 30 seconds of visitation. I need to know if he said anything actionable."
"Of course, Master Bruce. Should I apply the usual memetic filters?"
"Don't tell me which ones," Lightning flashes, Gotham in downpour, the orchestral score swells as Batman enters the Batmobile, "I don't want to know."
