"Good Evening, Gothamites. I'm Charlotte Rivers for Gotham News and on this, the one year anniversary of the Batman's sacrifice to save us all, we are looking back over the years of his service to our fair city. At the end of this segment we will be showing you some never before seen footage of the new Batman who has so recently taken up our hero's mantle-"

A band of static went over the television screen, and Jim Gordon frowned. The little set he had in his office was old, but it had never given out on him before. He smacked the casing in hopes of shaking any loose wires back into place.

The picture cleared, but it wasn't the Gotham News. Instead, the camera bobbed and weaved, a familiar laugh that Jim still had nightmares about coming through the speakers.

A man in a Batman suit was chained to a chair, glaring sullenly at the camera.

"Go on, Little J, you can do it," a woman's voice said.

Someone stepped into the frame, and Jesus Christ, that was a kid. A kid wearing a leather jacket and jeans, with a red hood that covered everything but his eyes hiding his face. He turned toward the camera, just for a second, and Jim could read his t-shirt. It said Keep Calm and Party On.

"Are you the real Batman?" the kid asked in a register that hadn't yet seen puberty. To Jim it sounded like his son, little boy voice warbling as he said, Is there a Santa Claus?

And then the kid pulled a knife and cut the Batman's face, just below the line of his cowl.

The Batman stayed silent. Jim didn't know whether to pray that it was the real one, or hope that it wasn't.

The camera fell sideways and the Joker danced into view, delivering a punch to the Batman's jaw that was loud enough for the microphones to pick up. "Hahahahahaha hoooheehahaha!"

"Are you the real Batman?" the kid asked again.

Someone picked up the camera and the same woman's voice sighed, "I just love home movies."

Shaking himself out of a shocked stupor, Jim ran for his door, shouting into the bullpen. "Where's Blake?! John Blake! Someone call Blake in! And trace this video feed!"

"What are you talking about, Commissioner?"

"The Joker. The Joker's back."

On the little TV screen in Jim's office, the kid in the red hood was torturing the Batman while the Joker looked on, his arm around a woman who wore the same kind of face paint.

"Oh, Harley-pie," the Joker said. "They grow up so fast."