"Nobody was born hero and no one can inherit heroism; but you become a hero when your whole life has been a sacrifice for others."
(Contains Mature Content)
At a criminal hideout, there was a table with seven chairs, A couple of men were seen playing poker, and it was revealed to be the villains who escaped the prison recently.
Joker: I want a nice clean game, gentlemen.
Penguin: That'll be a first. So, I hear 'you-know-who' nailed the Mad Hatter last week.
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Joker: No kidding. He sure gets around for one guy.
Two-Face: Yeah, well, that's where you're wrong. I don't think it is one guy.
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Scarecrow: Hmm?
Two-Face: The way I figure it out, Jack's got a bunch of them stashed someplace like a SWAT team. He wants you to think it's one guy, but. . . .
Joker: Eh. . . . You're always seeing double.
Penguin: It's obvious our caped friend suffered some crime related trauma when she was younger. Perhaps an over-anxious mother blew off a piece of her face.
Joker: Sure! She could be all gross and disgusting under that mask!. . . Uh, no offence, Harv.
Two-Face: Just deal.
They continued playing and took turns as Croc had a smile on his face and spoke to them.
Croc: Well, you know what I think?
Scarecrow: *Sighs* Not the robot theory again.
Croc: Well, she could be!
Penguin: Shut up, That's clearly a human being.
Croc shrugged as they continued playing. However, they heard heels clicking on the ground as a feminine voice was heard.
???: Hello, boys. Get me an herbal tea and deal with me!
Croc: Scram, lady! This is a private
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