For the first time, I was the first on the scene. Everything is silent, disturbingly so. That's never a good thing, not in this city. I take a deep breath and turn a corner. There he is. In all his glory, if you can call it that. Alabaster skin, hair greener than a tree. "Comically" oversized revolver in hand. I loose my pistol and pull it out.

"GCPD DROP THE WEAPON!"

The clown turns to me with a smile, revolver raising.

I open fire. Target center mass. Fire. Fire. Fire. The clown stumbles back, surprised. I pour more bullets into his chest. His revolver drops to the ground. Blood leaking from his mouth, he drops to his knees and stares me in the eye.

"Ol' Batsy is gonna get a laugh out of this one, eh?"

He gives a weak chuckle, and falls backwards, no longer breathing.

I don't even get a chance to reload before a screaming bat falls from the sky and smashes me in the chest.

In that stupid affected grumble of a voice, he screams "WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!"

I cough and manage to scramble to a knee, palming my pepper spray as I do. The bat already has his back to me, staring at Joker.

"You are *cough* under arrest for assaulting a police offic-"

I don't even finish my sentence before he flings one of his bat-thingys at me. It was sloppy, so I manage to block it with my forearm. I raise the pepper spray and nail him in the nose with it.

I think I caught him by surprise, he breaths in deep and instantly starts hacking and coughing. I stagger to my feet, step in close, and hit him in the lower face with my tazer. When he seizes up I rush in and barely manage to get the handcuffs on him before he throws an elbow into my gut. I hook his feet and push, slamming him into the pavement hard. I pull a second set of handcuffs from my belt and slap them onto his feet, too. Batman isn't someone you take chances with. I get my radio out.

"The Joker is dead, and Batman is in custody. I need an ambulance for the corpse, and heavy duty restraints for batman." I have a thought. "Bring something without a digital component. All made of metal."

Thus began the legend of Copper, the only "hero" willing to kill when he's threatened, all the while protected by the shield of the Gotham PD. Or, as he would say it, "Doing my god damned job."