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The Dark Knight: Fallen Son #14
It takes ten minutes to navigate Gotham and make it to the county fairground. This is for you Jason. I pick up the GCPD radio frequency on my scanner. They’ve spotted Joker as well, to be expected. They always have officers on watch during the county fair so it was only a matter of time before they spotted him.
“So what should we do Commissioner?”
“Keep your watch on him. SWAT is on their way, but for the love of god keep the ones in uniform away from him. The last thing we need is for him to know that we’ve spotted him. I know someone who’ll be very keen to get their hands on him.”
“Yeah won’t be long now till the Bat has this wacko back in Arkham.”
“That may be sooner than you think Ramierez.”
“What do you mean Bard?”
“It’s the Bat commissioner. He’s here.”
“What?”
“Well I don’t know anyone else who drives a sports car and armoured car hybrid other than him.”
“He’s there?”
“Affirmative sir. Looks like he’s going straight for Joker. Christ he just drove through the hook a duck.”
“Any injuries?”
“Negative, the stall was empty. But I’ve never seen him do something so destructive. Should I pursue him?”
“Stand down Bard. Just keep the public clear. I’m on my way now.”
“Crap, the clown’s men have a hostage. WOAH!”
“What’s going on there Bard?”
“He just put took the guy down and nearly took the hostage with him.”
“What about the clown?”
“He’s running into the funhouse. Jesus, he just put one of those batshaped things into the other gunman’s eye!”
“What?”
“He’s going into the funhouse now sir. Orders?”
“Seal the building off, and get the paramedics on scene ready.”
“I don’t think he’ll need them sir.”
“They’re not for the Bat. They’re for anyone who gets in his way. I’m fifteen minutes out. No-one goes in until I get there. Got it?”
“Got it sir.”
The clown was selling balloons filled with his own ‘laughing gas’ as he calls it. A simple chemical to synthesize I should know. I’ve made it in an attempt to find a way to combat the effects of it, but to no avail. As far as I know the damn things incurable. But I imagine Fox would be able to find a way to combat its effects, but running a company really does take away his time. The chemical though simple to make has some interesting effects on the body. Tenses all the muscles in the body and forces the facial muscles to form a smile on the victims face. He always wants people to go out on a smile, and this sure does guarantee it. The body is slowly dying due to lack of oxygen thanks to the heart’s muscles not beating, but you’d never know as the victim just smiles as they die. A pleasant death for the family at least. The appearance that they died happy.
I had arrived at the fair and charged straight at him. He had two men supporting him. I recognize one as Klaus, he’s wearing a balaclava but the voice in unmistakable.. A goon I’ve not seen before backs him up, and he takes a hostage. I respond before he has a chance to put his gun to her head. I smash him down on the ground rendering him unconscious. Klaus tries to take a shot at me, but I throw a batarang at his face to disable him. It goes into his eye. Unexpected, but he deserves far worse. Fortunately for him, I’m not after him tonight. I’m after the one who pulls his reigns. Joker fled into the funhouse pretty much as soon as I arrived on the scene. Clearly he wants to come after him. Normally I would come in from above to avoid detection. But tonight I want him to see me. I want him to beg for his life as he made Jason do.
The door’s old and wooden. Odd for most funhouses, but this one has been around as long as I have. Hell I remember the fun I had when my parents brought me here when I was seven. How times change. I walk into the next room of the funhouse. He’s had an inflatable castle brought in here. Why? I inspect it to hear his dreaded voice.
“Careful now! Jumping on that might ruin your ability to scowl! Hell, you’d actually be smiling for once!”
“This ends tonight.”
“Wow, you sound so serious! Well….more than usual that is! Hehehe.”
I walk towards him unresponsive. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of a conversation. As I close in on him he spots something on my belt.
“Oooooh you got my calling card and you brought it with you! My my I’d have thought you would have cleaned it first though. What would boy wonder say if he knew that you tried to use the crowbar against me? You naughty boy!”
At first I thought he was simply trying to throw me off my game. Make me lose my focus. But then I feel it hit against my leg. When the hell did I grab that? I must have taken it out of the Batmobile without knowing. How the hell could I have done that? I remove the crowbar from my belt and inspect it. What is it doing there?
Before I can properly work out how I took it with me, without my knowledge Joker tries to stab me with his knife. I dodge the blade and take a swing with the crowbar. The force of impact knocks him to the ground in just one hit. I’m in full shock of what I’ve just done but my shock is quickly dissipated when I hear his laughter.
“I swear to god…arhhh…when he gets here you’ll be sorry! Hahahahaha”
Did he just say what I think he said?
“You’re delusional Napier. Heeeheeeheee.”
He’s reciting what Jason said to him that night. That son of a bitch. I kick him hard. He laughs more.
“You’re insane! Just like me Batsy! Hahahahahaa.”
He’s mocking me. Worst still he’s mocking Jason whilst doing it. Dishonoring his name and legacy all for his own pleasure. Time to end this. I grab the collar of his jacket and pull his face in close. There’s only one way to shut this monster up, and that’s to kill the Joker, and restore Jack Napier. I begin to rub off the makeup on his face, but after removing it all his face is still white. What the hell has he done to himself?
I look at his face in horror and he clearly sees this.
“Funny thing skin. Easy to peel. Easy to cut. Easy to change. All it took was a little visit to Ace Chemicals to steal some Methylamine and wham. One dip in a chemical bath and hey ho, it’s Joker tv 24/7 baby!”
“You…destroyed your own face?”
“I destroyed nothing. I improved it! Gone are the days of Jack the sad and depraved. Now it’s smiles all day long with Joker and his beautiful face! Now I do believe this is the part where Miss Crowbar takes a swing…”
Before I can react he hits me with the crowbar. Amateur mistake, I allowed myself to drop it on the floor when I went to pick him up. The impact doesn’t knock me to the ground, my suit takes the brunt of the hit so I stay standing but it’s enough to disorientate me. As I regain my footing I see him running past construction signs into the Tunnel of love, crowbar in hand.
His face is a mess from where I’ve wiped his makeup, but even with it so badly smudged he manages to give his sadistic grin.
“Come now honey, we really need to sit down and discuss what we’re going to do to that horrible man that killed our boy! He needs to be punished! Hahahaah”
He keeps mocking me. But unfortunately for him I’m far more physically capable than him.
The tunnel of love has been under repair for the last two years since part of it collapsed during a minor earthquake. Since then the fairground management staff decided to completely renew the entire tunnel, so the water has been drained and there’s paint all over the spot. Joker’s been in here for at least a week since he broke out of Arkham and he’s managed to get the lights working in here in the hopes he’ll spot me coming.
He won’t. I follow behind him and he begins to monologue. He sure does love the sound of his own voice.
“You know Batsy. I’m going to miss you when I’m gone. Nobody else manages to put a smile on my face quite like you can my dear. I have no idea why! I guess madness just attracts madness eh?”
“…”
“Come on I know you’re here somewhere. Why not come out and play. I promise I’ll play nicely. Honest.”
His grip on the crowbar tightens as his grin broadens. I know far better than to trust this monster. But I want to see what else he has up his sleeve. He always likes to have an ace in the waiting should be need it. I wait two minutes. He stands there looking around trying to spot me to no avail.
“*Sigh* Come on Batsy. I know you want to beat me with good old crowy crowbar. Come on. Come out and play.”
I give him no response.
“*Sigh* Well if you won’t play, let’s see about everyone else who’s come for the fair!”
He pulls out a trigger. What the hell has he got planned now? I scan the frequency of his trigger and it’s connected to a set of balloons scattered around the fairground. Christ, how many of these things has he got?
Before I can pounce on him he presses one of the bottoms on the trigger, detonating a quarter of his balloons. All I see are several child suddenly collapsing on the ground as the balloons detonate next to them. That bastard. Taking Jason isn’t enough for him. It just isn’t. I can’t let this go on anymore. No more.
“Nothing? Well there’s always round two!”
I grab him from behind before he can press the next button. I throw him into the support pillar next to him and he drops the crowbar as soon as he collides with the pillar.
Before he can react I jump on him and pin him to the floor.
“NO MORE!”
The Dark Knight: Fallen Son #14
It takes ten minutes to navigate Gotham and make it to the county fairground. This is for you Jason. I pick up the GCPD radio frequency on my scanner. They’ve spotted Joker as well, to be expected. They always have officers on watch during the county fair so it was only a matter of time before they spotted him.
“So what should we do Commissioner?”
“Keep your watch on him. SWAT is on their way, but for the love of god keep the ones in uniform away from him. The last thing we need is for him to know that we’ve spotted him. I know someone who’ll be very keen to get their hands on him.”
“Yeah won’t be long now till the Bat has this wacko back in Arkham.”
“That may be sooner than you think Ramierez.”
“What do you mean Bard?”
“It’s the Bat commissioner. He’s here.”
“What?”
“Well I don’t know anyone else who drives a sports car and armoured car hybrid other than him.”
“He’s there?”
“Affirmative sir. Looks like he’s going straight for Joker. Christ he just drove through the hook a duck.”
“Any injuries?”
“Negative, the stall was empty. But I’ve never seen him do something so destructive. Should I pursue him?”
“Stand down Bard. Just keep the public clear. I’m on my way now.”
“Crap, the clown’s men have a hostage. WOAH!”
“What’s going on there Bard?”
“He just put took the guy down and nearly took the hostage with him.”
“What about the clown?”
“He’s running into the funhouse. Jesus, he just put one of those batshaped things into the other gunman’s eye!”
“What?”
“He’s going into the funhouse now sir. Orders?”
“Seal the building off, and get the paramedics on scene ready.”
“I don’t think he’ll need them sir.”
“They’re not for the Bat. They’re for anyone who gets in his way. I’m fifteen minutes out. No-one goes in until I get there. Got it?”
“Got it sir.”
The clown was selling balloons filled with his own ‘laughing gas’ as he calls it. A simple chemical to synthesize I should know. I’ve made it in an attempt to find a way to combat the effects of it, but to no avail. As far as I know the damn things incurable. But I imagine Fox would be able to find a way to combat its effects, but running a company really does take away his time. The chemical though simple to make has some interesting effects on the body. Tenses all the muscles in the body and forces the facial muscles to form a smile on the victims face. He always wants people to go out on a smile, and this sure does guarantee it. The body is slowly dying due to lack of oxygen thanks to the heart’s muscles not beating, but you’d never know as the victim just smiles as they die. A pleasant death for the family at least. The appearance that they died happy.
I had arrived at the fair and charged straight at him. He had two men supporting him. I recognize one as Klaus, he’s wearing a balaclava but the voice in unmistakable.. A goon I’ve not seen before backs him up, and he takes a hostage. I respond before he has a chance to put his gun to her head. I smash him down on the ground rendering him unconscious. Klaus tries to take a shot at me, but I throw a batarang at his face to disable him. It goes into his eye. Unexpected, but he deserves far worse. Fortunately for him, I’m not after him tonight. I’m after the one who pulls his reigns. Joker fled into the funhouse pretty much as soon as I arrived on the scene. Clearly he wants to come after him. Normally I would come in from above to avoid detection. But tonight I want him to see me. I want him to beg for his life as he made Jason do.
The door’s old and wooden. Odd for most funhouses, but this one has been around as long as I have. Hell I remember the fun I had when my parents brought me here when I was seven. How times change. I walk into the next room of the funhouse. He’s had an inflatable castle brought in here. Why? I inspect it to hear his dreaded voice.
“Careful now! Jumping on that might ruin your ability to scowl! Hell, you’d actually be smiling for once!”
“This ends tonight.”
“Wow, you sound so serious! Well….more than usual that is! Hehehe.”
I walk towards him unresponsive. I don’t want to give him the satisfaction of a conversation. As I close in on him he spots something on my belt.
“Oooooh you got my calling card and you brought it with you! My my I’d have thought you would have cleaned it first though. What would boy wonder say if he knew that you tried to use the crowbar against me? You naughty boy!”
At first I thought he was simply trying to throw me off my game. Make me lose my focus. But then I feel it hit against my leg. When the hell did I grab that? I must have taken it out of the Batmobile without knowing. How the hell could I have done that? I remove the crowbar from my belt and inspect it. What is it doing there?
Before I can properly work out how I took it with me, without my knowledge Joker tries to stab me with his knife. I dodge the blade and take a swing with the crowbar. The force of impact knocks him to the ground in just one hit. I’m in full shock of what I’ve just done but my shock is quickly dissipated when I hear his laughter.
“I swear to god…arhhh…when he gets here you’ll be sorry! Hahahahaha”
Did he just say what I think he said?
“You’re delusional Napier. Heeeheeeheee.”
He’s reciting what Jason said to him that night. That son of a bitch. I kick him hard. He laughs more.
“You’re insane! Just like me Batsy! Hahahahahaa.”
He’s mocking me. Worst still he’s mocking Jason whilst doing it. Dishonoring his name and legacy all for his own pleasure. Time to end this. I grab the collar of his jacket and pull his face in close. There’s only one way to shut this monster up, and that’s to kill the Joker, and restore Jack Napier. I begin to rub off the makeup on his face, but after removing it all his face is still white. What the hell has he done to himself?
I look at his face in horror and he clearly sees this.
“Funny thing skin. Easy to peel. Easy to cut. Easy to change. All it took was a little visit to Ace Chemicals to steal some Methylamine and wham. One dip in a chemical bath and hey ho, it’s Joker tv 24/7 baby!”
“You…destroyed your own face?”
“I destroyed nothing. I improved it! Gone are the days of Jack the sad and depraved. Now it’s smiles all day long with Joker and his beautiful face! Now I do believe this is the part where Miss Crowbar takes a swing…”
Before I can react he hits me with the crowbar. Amateur mistake, I allowed myself to drop it on the floor when I went to pick him up. The impact doesn’t knock me to the ground, my suit takes the brunt of the hit so I stay standing but it’s enough to disorientate me. As I regain my footing I see him running past construction signs into the Tunnel of love, crowbar in hand.
His face is a mess from where I’ve wiped his makeup, but even with it so badly smudged he manages to give his sadistic grin.
“Come now honey, we really need to sit down and discuss what we’re going to do to that horrible man that killed our boy! He needs to be punished! Hahahaah”
He keeps mocking me. But unfortunately for him I’m far more physically capable than him.
The tunnel of love has been under repair for the last two years since part of it collapsed during a minor earthquake. Since then the fairground management staff decided to completely renew the entire tunnel, so the water has been drained and there’s paint all over the spot. Joker’s been in here for at least a week since he broke out of Arkham and he’s managed to get the lights working in here in the hopes he’ll spot me coming.
He won’t. I follow behind him and he begins to monologue. He sure does love the sound of his own voice.
“You know Batsy. I’m going to miss you when I’m gone. Nobody else manages to put a smile on my face quite like you can my dear. I have no idea why! I guess madness just attracts madness eh?”
“…”
“Come on I know you’re here somewhere. Why not come out and play. I promise I’ll play nicely. Honest.”
His grip on the crowbar tightens as his grin broadens. I know far better than to trust this monster. But I want to see what else he has up his sleeve. He always likes to have an ace in the waiting should be need it. I wait two minutes. He stands there looking around trying to spot me to no avail.
“*Sigh* Come on Batsy. I know you want to beat me with good old crowy crowbar. Come on. Come out and play.”
I give him no response.
“*Sigh* Well if you won’t play, let’s see about everyone else who’s come for the fair!”
He pulls out a trigger. What the hell has he got planned now? I scan the frequency of his trigger and it’s connected to a set of balloons scattered around the fairground. Christ, how many of these things has he got?
Before I can pounce on him he presses one of the bottoms on the trigger, detonating a quarter of his balloons. All I see are several child suddenly collapsing on the ground as the balloons detonate next to them. That bastard. Taking Jason isn’t enough for him. It just isn’t. I can’t let this go on anymore. No more.
“Nothing? Well there’s always round two!”
I grab him from behind before he can press the next button. I throw him into the support pillar next to him and he drops the crowbar as soon as he collides with the pillar.
Before he can react I jump on him and pin him to the floor.
“NO MORE!”