In the dim glow of a cityscape at night, a man clad in a deep plum trench coat stands amidst chaos, his face bearing the eerie, painted smile of the Joker. He exudes an unsettling aura with his menacing grin and distorted visage. His gloved hand clasps the wrist of a mysterious figure beside him—this person is adorned in rugged, timeworn garb, their leather-like armband visible, whispering tales of its history. Behind them, the city is a canvas of shadows and fiery hues; towering flames dance in brilliant oranges and yellows, casting dramatic flickers across the urban scene. The night is enshrouded in a sense of danger and intrigue, a moment suspended in the thrilling uncertainty of darkness.