The Joker sits alone in his office. There's a pen in his hand as he writes. He's writing letters to all the people he wants to have last words with. He starts with Ivy. Because Ivy would always have a special place in his heart. He'd always identified with Ivy, because she was a freak made from a chemical mishap. Just as he had been. And beyond that, he and Ivy shared similar sexual tastes and preferences. Ivy was sort of like a female version of himself, or at least that was how he saw her.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
Dearest Ivy,
Well my darling, the time has come that I must leave Gotham for a while. I just wanted you to know that whatever you see on TV, or read in the papers, it's not me. You see, my baby brother will be killing me very soon, and again assuming the role of the Joker.
I just want you to know that this time, I'm not the architect of the plan. This time it's Jason, Harley, Jester, and Jester's new girlfriend, a private eye named Julia Paradise. And in addition, they also have also received assistance from the Riddler. Of course, they think I'm unaware of their plot against me. But I want you to know that I'm allowing it to take place. I'm tired and can use the vacation.
However, even though I'm going to let them kill me, I have absolutely zero intention of staying dead. I uncovered the truth of how the Bat resurrected Jason. I plan to use that same method to bring myself back. I'm not entirely sure where I will go, but I can assure you that it will be far far away from Gotham. Nor do I know how long it will be before I return.
You see, something very special has come up for me. I wish I could tell you what it was, but I can't risk it. But I'll share it with you when I feel it's safe to do so. Basically, I just wanted to tell you goodbye my dear. You know I'll always love you and remember you fondly.
Until We Meet Again, J
The Joker folds the letter, puts it in an envelope and seals it. He writes Ivy's name on the front of it. He then gets a fresh sheet of paper and starts a new letter. This one was for Harley.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
To my wife,
Well Harley, I suppose now that I'm dead, so is our marriage. Which means you're free to pretend that Jason is now your husband. Everyone thinks he's me now anyway. And I suppose the two of you will be having more Lucy's. I guess I should be happy for the two of you, but of course I'm a little bitter over the fact that you've both killed me.
