There are always casualties in war. That is just how war works. But it seems, all too often, the casualties are the ones not fighting. The innocent ones who chose to stay along the sidelines and not involve themselves. You can launch a mortar shell at your enemies, but that doesn’t mean you won’t hit the baby stroller in between you and them. And that is what too many people in Gotham City have felt like for far too long. The baby stroller sitting precariously between Batman and the Joker as they wage their war. normal people, hiding inside their own homes, afraid to go out, to bring their children to the park or for a walk out of fear some madman in a costume will want to use them as an example. It starts boiling, you know? Under the surface. First you see the steam, then you hear the whistling of the kettle, but by the time you reach it, it has already boiled over. It was that humid Summer night in Gotham city when it all finally boiled over, and one man used one single bullet to end a war that, up to this point, had too many casualties to count. This is the story of the man who killed the Joker.