Specter Voss enters the battlefield, his presence alone warping the fabric of reality around him. He stands still for a moment, analyzing his opponent, the Joker, who is flippantly pacing back and forth, twirling a revolver and chuckling maniacally. “Ah, the mighty Specter Voss! I've heard tales of you,” the Joker sneers, his eyes glinting with madness. “But can you catch the King of Chaos?” Without responding, Voss assesses the situation through his advisory supercomputer embedded in his mind. With infinite foresight, he determines the Joker’s frequent patterns and unpredictability, and he can adapt to them almost seamlessly. Suddenly, the Joker pulls out a Joker bomb, hurling it toward Voss with a wild laugh. “Let’s see how you handle my little surprises!” With a flick of his wrist, Specter Voss uses telekinesis to halt the bomb mid-air. “Unpredictability only works when your opponent is not beyond time and space,” he calmly retorts, sending the bomb back toward the Joker, who barely dodges it with his speed. “Not too shabby for a space-cadet!” the Joker taunts as he fires his Thompson submachine gun, bullets flying wildly toward Voss. Yet, the bullets seem to slow in their trajectory, unable to reach him, as he teleports behind the Joker, who spins in shock. “I can see every move you’re going to make,” Voss states, unsheathing his dual-bladed light saber. He swings it effortlessly, and the blade hums with increasing energy. “And I know chaos has its limits.” The Joker, flabbergasted, pulls out his magnums and fires, but Voss, moving at near thought-speed, dodges effortlessly. The Joker’s chaos is being countered at every turn. “I thought you were supposed to be the unpredictable one! Come on, give me something to work with!” As the Joker tries to call for help from Harley Quinn, Voss anticipates her entrance through a rapid analysis of trajectory and timing. Before she can impact the scene, he teleports again, appearing directly in front of her and raising the saber. “You’re better off staying out of this.” Joker, in desperation, throws another bomb as a last-ditch effort, but Voss simply vanishes, reappearing behind him once more. With a strike of his saber, he disarms the Joker, sending his weapons flying across the area. “Chaos is a game, but I’ve already won,” Voss pronounces, surrounded by the remnants of laughter turned to panic. The Joker, faced with a force beyond understanding, realizes that his tricks have no place in the realm of Voss. As Voss lands the final blow with a swift maneuver—rendering the Joker disarmed and incapacitated on the ground—he nods solemnly. “You were amusing, but against the infinite, your chaos cannot hold.” With that, Specter Voss stands victorious, banishing the Joker's malice into a realm where chaos is pacified.