Disclaimer: DC Comics owns Batman, the Joker, and their universe, not me. Muse owns the song "Supermassive Black Hole" and its lyrics.
Other than that, I do hope you enjoy.
PROLOGUE
The club was crowded tonight.
Above the crowd of dancers, the lights seemed to pulse in time with the heavy base emanating from the stage. As the music increased in intensity, the singer took his place in front of the microphone.
Showtime.
Oh baby, don't you know I suffer?
Meanwhile, a dark figure cackled insanely as he burst into a bank. The criminal, followed by his obedient lackeys, flooded into the crowded building, firing off random gunshots to ensure the passivity of the people within.
As the lackeys begin to round up hostages, shooting them periodically, the man stepped forwards, still cackling slightly.
"When should I be expecting them?" he muttered, before saying in a louder voice, "You may want to hold onto something, boys. This is going to be a blast!"
Starting up his deranged laughter again, he moved towards the vaults in the back.
This would take some time.
Time he didn't have.
As the music continued, the dancing became heated, sensually electrifying. Crowds continued to flock to the club, and once inside drinks were being passed around everywhere. The seemingly chaotic dancing continued, the band onstage persisted playing throughout the sexual atmosphere, pouring their hearts out into the sensuous tune, keeping the people within the club enthralled.
I thought I was a fool for no one.
But, oh baby, I'm a fool for you…
The man laughed. It was all too easy.
He opened the fault doors effortlessly, he reached the meaning of this little mission…
…And there was the one person to make his day.
"Why hello, Batsy."
Cackling, he stepped into the vault. Facing the Caped Crusader, his grin only grew.
"Y'wanna dance?"
The singer smiled as he gazed over the heads of the people in the crowd before him. There was just something about this…this…'ability'…that gave him such an adrenaline rush. He loved the feeling of standing on a stage, seemingly untouchable, while managing to get this sort of reaction out of the crowd.
He looked into the crowd again, watching the seemingly mindless dancers, too caught up in their hormones to notice anything else.
Oh, how he loved this job.
Smirking deviously, he threw himself back into the music, his voice combining with the instrumentals to prolong the musical spell they had cast over the dancers.
Ooh, you set my soul alight…
Ooh, you set my soul alight…
The glint of the dim fluorescent lights off of the reflective surface of a wickedly sharp-looking knife followed the cackles of the criminal. Batman tensed, readying himself for the inevitable fight. With a snarl, the man darted forwards, slashing at Batman with his knife in hopes of leaving Batman with a more permanent reminder of this latest encounter.
Grunting, Batman threw him off.
"Now, now, Bats, let's play nice. I only want to, uhm, present you with a little, uh, gift to remember me by…" the man said, pausing afterward to insanely laugh once again.
With another growl, the man attempted to strike again, only to have Batman deflect the attack again.
The criminal, pretending to have a watch on, looked down at his wrist. "Well, Batsy, I've, uhm, I've gotta go. You know how it is," the man started.
"But here's a little something for you. Enjoy." With that, he flung a playing card at the Caped Crusader before turning away.
As Batman reached out and caught said card, it sliced deep into his gloves.
"Damn. Razor-sharp," he muttered absentmindedly, sparing only a slight glance at the gruesome joker figure splayed across the card.
As he tucked the card into his belt, the man darted away, no doubt trying to make his escape. As Batman began to pursue, he heard the criminal's insane laughter once again.
"Oh, I do hope you enjoy the finale. I made it especially for you. It'll be a bang!" the man said, not pausing once as he ran out through the main doors.
Batman cursed, knowing there was no time to waste. With a final grunt, he burst through the glass doors just as an explosion rocked the bank.
The Joker looked through the rear view mirror as he sped away from the bank. Gazing at the fire in admiration, the deranged man grinned. He knew this would end perfectly, even if it meant he had to go find more thugs. They were, after all, quite disposable. It wasn't as if he would have a hard time finding more desperate men looking for money within the Narrows.
"Well," he cackled, "that was, uhm, quite the success!"
As he continued picking up speed, moving away from the ruins of the bank, he turned the radio on. Once the music began filling the air, he cackled once more before speeding onto the highway, leaving chaos in his wake.
Supermassive black hole…
Supermassive black hole…
Supermassive black hole…
Supermassive black hole.
