The ghost named Andrew stares back at Nico with regretful eyes.

“Was taken,” he replies sadly. “He said he needed a guinea pig. See if it could put a smile on me.”

Jason’s blood goes cold at the response. It’s too painfully easy to imagine what happened.

“Was it a gas?” He asks seriously.

The ghost nods sadly.

“Tried to fight but…”

Andrew looks away from Jason, evidently not wanting to talk more of what happened.

Jason remains still as rage and sadness boil and mix in him. How many victims does there need to be before someone finally ends the Joker?

“Nico, can murder victims be put to rest?” He asks grimly.