(She thinks suddenly, absurdly, of sitting with Falcone all those years ago as he casually pointed a gun at her face. You haven't thought about your friend in the DA's office. You haven't thought about your old butler. Bang!
But the Joker can't know who she is, and can't know her well enough to think to threaten Alfred. If he had worked out her identity, he would have trumpeted it across Gotham already.)
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"Them."
(She thinks suddenly, absurdly, of sitting with Falcone all those years ago as he casually pointed a gun at her face. You haven't thought about your friend in the DA's office. You haven't thought about your old butler. Bang!
But the Joker can't know who she is, and can't know her well enough to think to threaten Alfred. If he had worked out her identity, he would have trumpeted it across Gotham already.)