A week had passed since I had unleashed my wrath upon Alex's home and family. The destruction had been complete, the chaos and devastation palpable. And now, I was ready to deliver the final blow.
With a few clicks on my keyboard, I sent the documents to the media, anonymously, of course. I wanted the world to see the truth, to know that Detective James had been right all along. Alex, the man who had destroyed Mr. John's life and family, had finally been exposed.
I watched as the news spread like wildfire, the headlines screaming out the truth. "Alex, the Mastermind Behind Mr. John's Downfall, Exposed!" "New Evidence Reveals Alex's Betrayal and Deceit!" "Mr. John's Wealth and Power Couldn't Save Him from the Truth!"
I smiled to myself, a sense of satisfaction and vindication washing over me. I had done it. I had finally brought Alex down, had finally made him pay for his sins.
And as I watched the news unfold, I knew that I had damaged Alex in a way that he could never recover from. His reputation was in tatters, his family destroyed, his life in ruins. He had nothing left, nothing to save him from the wrath of the public.
I leaned back in my chair, my eyes fixed on the screen, as the news anchors debated and discussed the implications of the documents. They spoke of Alex's betrayal, of his deceit and manipulation. They spoke of Mr. John's wealth and power, and how it had all been for naught.
And I knew, in that moment, that I had won. I had won the game, had outsmarted them all. I had brought Alex down, had destroyed him completely.
And as I shut down my computer, a sense of peace washed over me. It was over, finally. 
As I blended into the crowd, my heart raced with anticipation. Alex, the man who had destroyed so many lives, was finally facing justice. I had been waiting for this moment for what felt like an eternity.
The courtroom was packed, with people spilling out into the hallways. I had managed to slip in unnoticed, my disguise fooling even the most discerning eyes. I was a wanted person, but I had covered my tracks well.
As Alex was led into the courtroom, his eyes scanned the room, searching for any sign of support. But there was none. The only faces he saw were those of his victims, their eyes filled with anger and betrayal.
The trial was swift and decisive. The evidence against Alex was overwhelming, and he was found guilty on all counts. The judge's sentence was harsh but fair: 20 years imprisonment.
As the cuffs were placed on Alex's wrists, a collective gasp filled the room. He looked around, his eyes wide with disbelief, as if he couldn't comprehend the reality of his situation.
I watched, my heart filled with a sense of vindication, as Alex was led out of the courtroom in shackles. The van outside was waiting, its doors open like a mouth ready to swallow him whole.
The crowd erupted into cheers and jeers as Alex was driven away, the sound of his freedom being taken away forever. I smiled, a sense of closure washing over me. It was finally over. Alex had gotten what he deserved.
And as I slipped out of the courtroom, unnoticed by the throngs of people, I knew that I had finally found the justice I had been seeking. Alex was gone, next in line, Mr Frederick the business man.
A week had passed since Alex's conviction, and I knew he was settling into his new life behind bars. I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction, knowing that he was finally paying for his crimes. But I wanted to make sure he knew exactly who was responsible for his downfall.
I sat at my desk, a smirk spreading across my face as I pulled out a photograph from my drawer. It was a picture of the Joker, his maniacal grin and menacing eyes staring back at me. I flipped the photo over and pulled out a pen, my handwriting steady as I wrote the names of my family members who had perished in the explosion.
"My parents and as well, my wife's parents, Rachel my wife, Alexis my brother in-law, and little Jack," I wrote, each name a reminder of the pain and suffering Alex had caused.
I addressed the envelope to Alex, care of the prison, and smiled to myself as I sealed it shut. I knew that when he received this, he would understand exactly who was behind his downfall. I was the Joker, and I had finally gotten my revenge.
As I walked to the mailbox, the sun beating down on my face, I couldn't help but feel a sense of closure. This was the final nail in Alex's coffin, the last reminder that he would never be able to escape the consequences of his actions.
I dropped the envelope into the mailbox, listening as it fell onto the pile of letters below. I knew it would be delivered to the prison soon, and Alex would finally understand the true extent of my wrath.
And as I walked away from the mailbox, I couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction. The game was over, and I had emerged victorious. Alex was behind bars, and I was finally free to start anew. The Joker had gotten his revenge, and I could finally rest easy knowing that justice had been served.
Does that mean that I would be letting go of my next victims?, LoL.... That's a no, I'm coming for them, I'm going to strike them with full force, will destroy their standing and sent them to prison just like I did to Alex and the detective.
Mr Frederick has a lot of dirts to dig up, I wouldn't have been concerned about whatever he was up to, but for the fact he has a hand in this death of my family members, he just added himself into my list of chaos.