Today your name is Heroin Jack and you really like heroin. You sometimes rob people for heroin and then retreat to your lair, which is a street corner, to do some heroin real quick before Batman catches you and puts you in jail for assault. Tonight, after a pretty mild crime, Batman is going to catch up with you just after you’ve done some heroin.
“Fuuuuuuck,” you’ll tell Batman as he shines a light in your eyes to see if your pupils dilate. They won’t.
“Hm,” he’ll mutter to himself before calling the police from a payphone and telling them where you are.
“He won’t be going anywhere for a while,” he’ll tell them. “He just shot up.”
“Laaaaame,” you’ll mumble at Batman as he leaves you on the street corner, gun inches from your hand as the twilight of drug takes your mind and makes you forget for just a few hours how terrible a Batman villain you are.
Congratulations Heroin Jack!
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