Nice try, but I can do better.

Ah yes. I bet you are wondering why I've been so silent about the big boom. I am sure all of you know now about that little thing – the hospital blowing up. Tsk, tsk, such a small little boom those movie people made.

But oh, the location! Too perfect. Nothing like a little destitution to bright up one's day.

Now, as soon as I caught wind of this little stunt, I sent out an invitation on my finest stationary to the pretender, inviting him to a party of two, a party that would end with a bang. I could think of nothing more than two compatriots, my mirror image and I sharing conversation over a fine glass of wine, watching this bit of Gotham crumble to the ground.

However, when I arrived at the appointed time, (dressed might I add, impeccably) – there was no Mr. Ledger to be found. I was deeply saddened by this, for it is most improper not to accept such an invitation.

Oh, no need to dwell, I suppose. Back to the subject at hand – destruction.

I found myself a perfect little place to observe, and had one of my loyal accomplices set out the finery needed for observation of such an event. Table and chairs pulled out, linens set out just right, all on top of a crumbling piece of Gotham's former finer neighborhood. I could hear the miscreants below, shuffling around, trying to find a little peace after their fix of whatever is in vogue, but I ignored them as the big show began.

OH! And what a joy it was to watch all those people scramble! Over and over, they practiced, and I so wished that maybe, just maybe, that little boom would go off early, so I could see some REAL panic. If I was running the show...

All in due time, I suppose.

I left my friend's set open, as I waited, for perhaps he was just a late fellow, but alas, I finally had to accept the fact that he was detained, perhaps, permanently. And then I realized, a little late, that maybe he was the cause of all of this, that whatever little scene they had played out that day, was all for his benefit.

And then it dawned on me, Of course! He'd not ignore such an invitation, unless he was at the center of this explosion!

Oh, friends, let me tell you! My heart swelled, and I giggled with the glee I reserve usually for a deed done by my own hands. And really, that was almost enough to sate me.

But then, my eyes, which at first I thought were deceiving me, spied my patsy. And while I expected him in the customary garb, he had done the unexpected, and dressed as one of those drab hospital workers!

Well, this was more than I could hope for. The cut of the nurse’s dress was sublime. I always said, it takes a real man to wear such a thing. Batman would never be brave enough to try. He's a little on the conservative side, don't you think? Come on Batty, you can tell me all your dirty and dark secrets. I promise I won't tell Rachel. I hear she likes her men a little rugged anyway, and what's more rugged than a scar that goes from ear to ear?

Oh friends, I wish you could have all been there to share it with me. Perhaps, next time, I can create my own explosion for you to run from.

Until then...

Smile!

-J