The end. Thank Gotham.
More crashes still. No surprise.
That’s a room I never want to see.
Alfred is a beast.
And by “end,” I mean the crashing.
So begins the end.
It’s Carnevale, so it’s the perfect time to assassinate.
I’m a better driver in real life, I promise.
I’m lookin’ stylish.
This is why you should vote.
What is this world?!
The flying goes much better here.
I love that I crashed almost immediately.
A bromance in the making, for sure.