Once upon a time,

Drew Muni wasn’t ready to leave Gotham City just yet. The thrill of playing urban golf in the city’s dark alleys and towering rooftops had left him buzzing, but something else lingered beneath the surface—a frustration he’d struggled with for as long as he could remember. He had always been known for his temper on the course, and Gotham’s relentless challenges had pushed him to his limit. Drew knew he needed to get a grip on his anger, or it might just ruin the game he loved.

After the epic night with Batman, Drew found himself wandering the streets of Gotham. He thought about the Joker and his chaotic antics. As much as he hated to admit it, there was something captivating about the Joker’s relentless energy. Beneath the madness, Drew sensed a twisted kind of freedom, one that felt strangely appealing. He wondered if he could somehow channel that same kind of energy—not in the Joker’s way, but in a way that could help him keep calm on the golf course.

Lost in thought, he nearly missed the shadowed figure leaning against a lamppost in a secluded alley. The figure stepped forward, clapping slowly. Drew’s heart skipped a beat when he recognized the sharp grin and piercing eyes.

“Well, well, if it isn’t Drew Muni. Couldn’t resist staying a little longer, could you?” The Joker’s voice dripped with mockery, but his gaze was intense, as if he could see straight through Drew.

Drew tensed, instinctively readying himself to for a fight. But the Joker raised his hands in a mock gesture of peace. “Relax, kid. I’m not here to mess with you. I couldn’t help but notice your little, uh, ‘anger issues’ out there on the course. Frustration can be a nasty little demon, can’t it?”

Drew hesitated, then slowly nodded. He was no fool—he knew better than to trust the Joker. But somehow, he couldn’t deny the truth in his words. “It gets in the way,” Drew admitted quietly. “It’s like every missed shot, every bad bounce… I can’t let it go.”

The Joker cackled, a sound that echoed off the grimy alley walls. “I knew it! You’re just a ticking time bomb, my friend. But you’re in luck. I’ve got just the thing for you.” He pulled a large, purple blunt from his pocket, lighting it and swirling it around with a mischievous glint in his eye. “Breathe this in, and you’ll feel your anger float away with the green smoke. It’s like, hmm… let’s call it ‘therapy,’ courtesy of the Joker.”

Drew was so do damn excited but he knew that anything the Joker offered was dangerous. But his curiosity got the better of him. He had tried meditation, deep breathing, counting to ten, acid… Nothing worked. His temper had ruined more rounds than he cared to remember. Maybe, just maybe, this was his chance to find something that could actually help.

“What’s in it?” Drew asked, trying to sound casual but failing to hide his excitement.

“Oh, nothing you haven’t seen before. Just a little blend of fear, laughter, and a pinch of chaos. Go on, take a hit. You want control, don’t you?” The Joker held the blunt out, tantalizingly close.

Against his better judgment, Drew reached out, took the blunt, and raised it to his nose. He cautiously took a hit, and instantly, his vision blurred. The world around him seemed to twist and warp, as if he were looking through a funhouse mirror. Colors became brighter, sounds sharper, and every lingering frustration in his mind melted away into a strange, tingling euphoria.

For a moment, he felt light, almost weightless. His anger was gone, replaced by an overwhelming sense of calm. But just as quickly, the calm began to shift. His thoughts became erratic, bouncing from one random memory to another. He tried to focus, but the harder he tried, the more his thoughts spiraled into chaos.

The Joker’s laughter broke through his haze. “What’s the matter, Drew? Losing control? I thought that’s what you wanted!”

Drew stumbled, clutching his head. The world spun around him, a dizzying swirl of colors and sounds. He felt like he was falling, plummeting down a rabbit hole with no end. In his mind, he saw flashes of every missed shot, every moment of rage on the course. But this time, instead of anger, he felt only a strange, detached amusement. It was as if he were watching himself from a distance, unable to feel anything at all.

Gradually, the fog in his mind began to lift. The world steadied, and Drew found himself back in the alley, breathing heavily, the blunt still clutched in his hand. The Joker was watching him with a curious smile, as if waiting to see what he would do next.

Drew’s mind was clearer now, but something had changed. He felt oddly at peace, as if the anger that had once controlled him had been replaced by a strange acceptance. He understood now what the Joker had been trying to show him: that his anger was just another tool, a part of him that could be twisted and reshaped, if only he could let go of the need to control it.

“You think you’re cured now, don’t you?” the Joker sneered, his tone mocking. “But remember, control is just an illusion. Embrace the chaos, and you’ll find the real power lies in letting go.”

Drew didn’t reply. He simply looked at the Joker, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. He had seen something in that green haze, something that felt oddly liberating. He understood now that his anger didn’t have to be his enemy. It could be his ally, if he could learn to embrace it without letting it consume him.

“Thanks for the… ‘therapy,’” Drew said, holding tightly to the blunt. “I think I’m gonna keep this for a personal and puff on it later.”

The Joker’s eyes narrowed, but he knew the homie Drew needed it. “Suit yourself. But remember, Gotham’s a funny place. It has a way of bringing out the best—and the worst—in people.”

With that, the Joker melted into the shadows, leaving Drew alone in the alley. The city was quiet now, the only sounds the distant hum of traffic and the occasional rustle of a rat scurrying through the trash. Drew took a deep breath, feeling the weight of the experience settle over him.

As he walked back through the winding streets of Gotham, he thought about the game, about his anger, and about the strange lesson he had learned from one of the city’s darkest souls. He didn’t have all the answers, but he knew one thing for sure: he had found a new way to face the game, and it didn’t involve suppressing his anger. Instead, he would channel it, wield it like a club, and use it to drive him forward.

The next time he took a swing, he’d do it with the kind of controlled chaos that only Gotham could inspire. And for the first time in a long time, Drew Muni felt ready for whatever the game threw at him.

THE END.

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