A dear friend. The first person I've dared to call my brother since I was mortal. It was a misguided attempt at reclaiming my own mortality, but the strength of the bond remains.

We both knew he was dangerous. But he went with the Joker anyway - he was wounded, and he wouldn't deny him healing.

[He draws and exhales a breath shakily, through bitterly gritted teeth.]

Without provocation, he turned on the physician who was treating his wounds, and killed him. He never returned. And to that twisted fool, it was nothing more than a joke!