[ EU ] Batman gets a call from commissioner Gordon about trouble down at Arkham Asylum . As soon as he arrives he sees the culprit giving himself up to the police . He 's a security guard who has shot and killed several of Arkham 's frequent residents .

`` I got a riddle for you,'' the thick steel door was ajar, just me standing between it and the thin man in an empty room. 
 
 `` Oooooh, I love riddles,'' he cackled in reply, twisted son of a bitch. 
 
 `` How many twelve gauge shotgun slugs can a man take before he dies?'' 
 
 `` That's not a very good riddle,'' he said, tilting his head and giving me a queer look. I racked the slide and fired, once. As The Riddler fell to the floor with a gaping wound in his chest, I shrugged. 
 
 `` One.'' 
 
 The next cell was occupied by a fat man with a disturbingly long nose. 
 
 `` What do you want?'' he snarled, baring pointed teeth. 
 
 `` I was thinking about taking a vacation,'' I said, racking the slide again and firing once into his ugly, putrid face, `` maybe I'll go fishing.'' 
 
 Another cell, another freak. 
 
 `` Hey doc,'' I said, drawing her gaze to mine, `` I think I have a problem.'' 
 
 `` We all got problems baby,'' she said, high pitched and annoying, so I shot her in the throat. 
 
 `` Problem solved.'' 
 
 I could hear the other guards pounding on the main door, shouting for the control room to open it. 
 
 I was n't done yet. 
 
 `` Knock knock,'' I shouted at the next door, before sliding it open. 
 
 `` A joke! Who's there?'' the occupant shouted gleefully, clapping his hands. The roar of the weapon filled the room and my ears rang. On the floor, choking and coughing on his blood, Joker looked up and grinned from ear to ear. 
 
 `` Disgusting,'' I growled, racking the slide to eject a spent shell to the floor. 
 
 `` Disgusting... who?'' he choked out through the froth in his mouth. Another gunshot was the punchline. 
 
 I was n't finished but I'd done enough. I would n't hurt my comrades. It was as easy as putting my hands above my head and waiting. No resistance. They did me a kindness and did n't throw me down or beat me. Just stared in the cells at the bloody mess I'd left behind. 
 
 It was half an hour in a Gotham PD cruiser before the Commissioner showed. He looked at me in horror before making a phone call. 
 
 Then the `` Batman'' showed up. Our hero. 
 
 `` Why?'' he roared, pulling me from the car with rage in his eyes, `` Why!'' 
 
 I laughed, slowly building to hysterics before I managed to get the words out. 
 
 `` You could n't do it, so I did. They're all gone now, all gone. No more plots and schemes, just death. I ended it. Finally.'' 
 
 He threw me down in disgust, marching off to sulk I'm sure. Some high rooftop where he could brood while the people suffered at the whims of sick freaks. He was just as bad. 
 
 His time would come.
