A Sociopath in Little Green Shorts and Elf Boots

I've spent most of the last week reading the first hundred or so issues of Detective Comics. I don't recommend it to the timid or faint of heart. The side effects have been revealing, though. Besides the nightly dreams where I solve most of my problems by punching people through windows to their deaths, I've developed what I assume to have been a previously dormant hatred of the Boy Wonder. Before, he was just vaguely annoying. Now I can't stop picturing a blood covered crowbar whenever I see the smug little creep.

Disagree?

I believe the evidence backs me up-

No wonder the Joker is fixated on murdering the little brat.

If that guys not dead, at the very least he's gonna need years of painful of physical therapy.