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Dear Master Dick,
I hope this letter finds you well. I am worried for Master Bruce’s well being. He has not been coping well with Master Jason’s death. I’m sure you have heard the News reports of his night life and the extreme actions he has been taking on people as of late. Several have been hospitalized — two have succumbed to their injuries
The most recent development has been most disturbing. He hardly ever comes upstairs anymore, he had been too enthralled by what I had assumed to be his latest case. Joker. I am aware Master Bruce informed you of the plane crash, I hate to be the one to tell you but Joker is back in Gotham. He has claimed himself as Thanatos. In case you have forgotten your studies Thanatos was the Greek God of death, he also was unable to die in concept. You cannot kill death. Death needs to exist. If you kill Thanatos, you become the new Thanatos.
With all of the formulas and statistics run, Joker should not have survived the plane crash. Master Bruce has fallen into a spiral I fear he may not come out of. This is worse than when his parents died I’m afraid. Which is why I am writing to you, Master Dick. I understand you and Master Bruce have had your difficulties, but this has gone too far.
Master Bruce’s ‘project’ has not been tracking and figuring out how Joker survived. He has been creating an AI. He has been programming it with audio, annotations, writing, school projects, really anything he can find.
I have not been scared in a very long time, Master Dick, I was scared when I walked down this morning. Heard Master Bruce conversing with the AI he made with Master Jason’s voice, his likeness.
I beg you my boy, please come home. I fear I may not be enough to pull him out of this spiral. It may take you, myself and Mr. Kent to get him the help he needs.
I wish you well, My Boy.
~ Alfred Pennyworth.
