[The usual anger and frustration that boils in Bruce regarding the Joker's "games" returns in full force, churning in the pit of his chest. Always, even here, even now with this Joker, even if it isn't the same one, all Bruce can think about wanting to do is destroy. The little darkness inside of him that wants to say getting rid of this permanently is okay.

Bruce steps up to them both and puts a firm palm on Al's hand to remove it, but doesn't hesitate in gathering the Joker up by the collar quickly after.

Even younger, he can lift the Joker up and off the ground, though for now he only hangs the Joker on tip-toes in front of him, close, fingers tight. His lips are pulled into a tight snarl.] Just because we're in a different time and place doesn't mean you're getting off the hook so easily.

You killed a woman who was important to a lot of people. If you wanted my attention so badly, Joker, you could have just come to me.