This is my first fan fic. It'll be pretty long by the end. Warning future chapters will contain a little snuff. Enjoy!
The Death of a Brother
Superman was dead. The man Batman considered to be a brother was gone. Batman didn't like to let people get close to him. It always ended badly for them. And now even the man of steel was another casualty that Bruce felt responsible for. Diana was distraught for the loss of her close friend as well. But she couldn't even imagine what this felt like for Bruce. Not only had Bruce lost his second son because of the Joker, but now his hated enemy took the life of his best friend.
The Joker had broken out of Arkham again. But this time he decided to cause some trouble in Metropolis. That did not sit well with Superman, he didn't want this maniac coming over, and making trouble . Batman was going after the Joker. He was his enemy and his responsibility to take care of. They called in Wonder Woman for any possible support. They assumed if The Joker was going to try his luck in Metropolis, he'd at least have some meta-human back-up.
When they found the Joker they were surprised that he was alone in his hideout. "I'll handle this." Bruce said as he was about ready to drop down and give the Joker a classic beat down. Superman pulled him back. "Oh no you won't. My city my problem." Superman said as he dropped down to deal with the clown. Bruce glared angrily at Clark. "Look on the bright side Bruce, maybe he'll let you take care of Brainiac if he ever shows up in Gotham." Diana teased.
"Game over Joker." Superman said. The joker pulled out a gun on Superman. The hero just shook his head disappointed at the bad joke. But then he noticed a green glow coming from the barrel of the gun. Superman just then realized what it was, but it was too late. The Joker had fired and pierced superman's heart with a kryptonite bullet. Superman groaned and took a step back. The clown laughed menacingly as he moved forward unloading all 6 of the bullets into the heart of the Kryptonian.
The Man of Steel collapsed to the ground. With all of the bullets lodged in him, he was dead before he hit the ground. Batman was too far away to stop it, he watched in horror as the man he despised the most, gunned down his brother. Batman charged the Joker in anger, the Joker continuing his laugh just set the gun down and prepared himself for the most vicious beatdown he had ever received from the Dark Knight. Bruce tackled the Joker to the ground and raised his fist. He drove it right into the Joker's face with all his might and all his strength.
Diana watched in horror as her friend was murdered before her eyes, and as Batman viciously beat the killer. Over and Over again repeatedly, Batman pounded his fist into his enemy's face. The Joker still had that smile on his face, but he was in too much pain to laugh. Batman stopped for a second and looked at the bloody mess he had made of the Joker's face. "Come on Bat's, it was just a joke." he wheezed out in pain.
The words hit Batman harder than any punch he had ever felt from any enemy, including the brief period he and Superman had fought. The Joker took the life of his friend and called it a Joke. Barbra Gordon was in a wheelchair because of this monster. He was also responsible for the deaths of his second son Jason Todd; but now his best friend Clark Kent.
"It was nothing personal," The joker said with a slight chuckled as he began to cough up blood. That joke was the last straw. Batman was done with the disease that he unintentionally created. He raised his first and was about to deal one last killing blow. "It was all personal to me," he growled in absolute blind rage.
Before he could deal the final strike a strong hand tightly gripped his wrist and stopped him from finishing the Joker off. Bruce turned to see the face of Diana. "It's what he wants. If you kill him, he wins." she said.
"He's already won, Diana." Bruce growled. Diana looked deep into his eyes. "What would Clark want you to do?" She asked. Batman wished Superman would want vengeance, but he knew that wasn't the truth. The truth was that he would want Batman to let the Joker Batman turned his gaze from her to the Joker. He looked at the wicked smile and he realized that killing him would only be another victory for him. Batman took a deep breath and let it out slowly as he tried to let his rage subside.
Diana offered out her hand, Bruce took and and allowed her to help him of his battered enemy. Bruce slowly walked over to his friend's lifeless body. He dropped to his knees at his side. Bruce bowed his head down, he clenched his fist in anger. He let out a cry of rage and sorrow. A tear slid down Diana's face as she kneeled beside Bruce and wrapped her arms around him to try and comfort him. He allowed her to do so after he let out his emotions. His head rested on her shoulder. Her left arm and wrapped around his back and gripped his left tricep firmly as she placed her right hand tenderly on his face. Diana could swear Bruce was sobbing. But he never let her see his tears.