Gotham. It’s a city of glass and concrete, of steel and brick. And yet for me, like most people here, there’s a city beneath the one I can see and smell and feel below my tires right now. A city of memory. With a geography that only I know. Where the biggest buildings, the most important landmarks, are the ones where something happened to me. Some tragic bulletin. A first kiss. And after all these years, my city, the one beneath the glass and steel, is full of plenty of bright streets and dark alleys. But the darkest spots on the map, the looming black towers, were almost all created by one man—the Joker. In many ways, he’s Gotham’s darkest and most brilliant architect.