Owls, schmowls. The real horror story in Gotham arrived in Batman #13 with an eerie cackle and a face hanging off its hinges. Writer Scott Snyder and artist Greg Capullo brought the world’s scariest jester back in a big way, and the story rattled me so much that I was suspicious of every creaking floorboard for a few days. The Joker is on a highly personal mission to rid Batman of the loved ones and allies who, in his words, have made him weak. What makes this especially unsettling is that he has practically seeped into the walls and knows everything, from the kind of soap Nightwing uses to Commissioner Gordon’s restless sleeping patterns. Did I mention that the skin of his mug, already grotesque, is barely attached? “All he’s about is convincing yourself that the things you’re most afraid of are true,” Snyder told the Washington Post in his assessment of the Joker. Keep a flashlight handy, dear reader. You’ll need it to look under your bed after reading the next installment.