 I had an immensely good time with Batman Arkham Knight, even if it took me months to wrap up my time in Gotham. And I never spoke about it because my computer is shit now and the footage, oh the footage captured, wasn't worth anything but a mouthful of tears. The other reason I never made that video is not the fact that I had to repeatedly chase down Batman in Morbius' love child to Gotham's rooftops or that I had to hunt down the human matchstick with the Bat-Dunk to a very literal trial by fire. No, the reason is much closer to my heart than that. I had a hard bloody time playing as the villain of the story. Now now, you might go ahead and say something like, but Batman is the good guy. Bollocks to that. The real hero of the story wouldn't be so intent on ignoring the jolly, colourful voice of fun in his head. Instead he, Gotham's richest man and one of DC's richest folks goes out and beats a poor, working class man forced to work for the city's crime laws probably because they were exploited by Wayne Enterprises in the first place. And now there is a literal plane sailing over my head trying to sailing flying over my head trying to silence me for daring to speak the truth. What I'm trying to say is not only is the Batman the fixation of dozens of violent individuals but his meat suit, Bruce Wayne, is to blame for the appalling increase in the ranks of these very psychopaths and the rank of unemployment in Gotham. And who is the only man, the one and only, who tries to make everything better, lighter for the but and for the city? That's right, it's the Joker, cremated by none other than the caped assailant. And when righteously, the very same Joker finds a home in Bruce's head, does Batman see the funny aside to life? No! Instead he soaks like a schoolboy whose parents got shot in front of him. Even just a glimpse of the physiques of these two should be enough. But as tall, muscles shake like a Greek demigod. Obviously a bruiser, intent on solving all his problems with those two large fists of his. Well let's look at this fine chap. He's a gone fellow, the kind of physique you'd cut yourself on if you stared at it long enough and he's holding a skull. Obviously knows his theatre literature and I'm guessing Shakespeare anyone, a clear mark of intellect and refined taste. And his continued attempts to make Gotham laugh, even if occasionally misfiring, came from the heart of who Joker was. But he died, tragic circumstances really, perhaps I'll shed light on those someday, if I ever make one of those videos in Arkham Cities. But he is dead and nothing to do about it. Except, as I said, he found a home in Bruce's head. And he gave this most uncaring of all villains the chance to do something good for Gotham, by stepping back and giving Joker a second go at life, repairing as it were, the greatest villainy of his past life. So what does Batman do? He ignores Mr. J, beats up Mr. J's girlfriend who admittedly does some unfortunate robbing nothing. Grit will do that to you I swear. And is just generally unpleasant and uncommunicative to friends, allies and the guy in his head alike. Upon point, he even punches his latest teenage sidekick, talk about child negligence and locks him up just for trying to help with the whole Joker thing. But through all of this, I played on, hoping beyond hope that he, this burning bright twinkling star, would persevere and manage to win out in the end. And indeed he seemed to, Joker dead. And of course we see Joker punishing the criminals of Gotham, Penguin, Nygma, Two-Face, even the corrupt commissioner, Gordon. Stop. Stop this madness. Please. But then he returns. He terrorizes our sweet pale prince, taunts and mocks him, and puts real fear of Gordon batting his heart. And what happens at the end? Despite Joker's courage, everyone's favorite merry uncle is locked up in a cage in Bat's mind. And many cheered Bruce Wayne on, never caring for their poor old jokester. Nelly is now just as in Gotham. We just saw Bruce Wayne, now known to be the mass vigilante Batman. Enter his home, refusing to... Thanks for watching. This video has been a lot of fun to work on. I think I'll be doing more of these shorts, kind of twisting the plot of favorite games of mine for human's sake. If you enjoyed this, press that subscribe button, give me a little bell a ring and like my video. Hell, dislike it if it means you'll be active, YouTube doesn't care. Leave a comment, tell me how I got all this wrong. Make fun of me. Just do something, mate! Connect. Network. Create a multinational commercial empire which will indirectly dictate the political landscape of the human civilization. Any of the above and more. I eventually hope to also tell the story of Joker's origins, back in the day when he was a young chap getting to know his character in depth in his time in Japan. The story is told in Atlus' Persona 5. It's really quite good. Bye!