"Oh, how I love the smell of a freshly lit scorching fire! It reminds me of my soul..." I exclaimed this to myself as I watched the Gotham City Blackgate Correctional Facility burn to ashes. I heard a very relieving noise shortly after the little "accident" at Blackgate. The sounds of sirens were like music to my ears and the hundreds running through the carnage filled scene, many lit ablaze and screaming in agony were delightful! Oh, I was like a kid in candy store! However. none of these beautiful compositions could ever compare to the bittersweet symphony that was the roaring engine of the Batmobile in the distance. The man---Excuse me, the Bat behind the wheel was what I truly despised more than anything else in this sick city! Batman. Why couldn't he see that he's just like me?! That at the end of the day, when they no longer needed him, Gotham would view him the same as old Croc, big bad Bane, Poison Ivy, or any of the other nutjobs and freaks you can think of? Another psycho running amok, terrorizing Gotham and her citizens. "Disturbing the peace" As if there ever were any peace in this hell hole. I'm not the one that's insane though. You see, Gotham can't be any better. It can only become worse. I have the right idea, I'm just speeding up the process. Watching it rot into the burning chaos it will be. That it deserves to be. Hell.