Authors Note:

Everyone knows my story, they know how the joker tricked me into believing that he loved me. It took years of therapy at Arkham Asylum after he died for me to understand for myself that I was just a pawn to him. Now I'm finally free of that glass cell and with the persuasion of Batman himself Dr. Arkham has agreed to let me have my old job back, with a few exceptions of course. Still coming to terms with being back in the free world I find myself doubting everything, something was off about the Joker's head that Dr Arkham kept as a trophy in his office and the more I tried to figure out what was wrong the more I found myself descending down into madness.