This is going to be a long story that i will update as often as i can. Seeing as i have one week till the holidays start i will probably update quite often. This is my first fanfiction that i've written and i must say i'm very proud of what i've done so far.
Disclaimer: i don't own Batman, The Dark Knight or The Joker.
Note: some chapters will have a bit of violence and horror scenes, so don't read if you can't stomach the idea of blood, guts and human flesh. (that is a pun that indicates what will come in later chapters).
And... here... we... go.
The Joker was only captured last night but already the media were predicting what would happen next. Wondering how long he would stay in jail. Or if this time it was for good.
They argued with each other over what his goons would do, if they would help their master or abandon him, or if the ones that were caught were the only workers the Joker had hired.
Many theorised that he probably had dozens, even hundreds of plans of escape, while others said that he wouldn't have planned any thing because, as he himself often said, he doesn't have any plans.
A few journalists tried to spark up controversies, saying that the Joker had already escaped but the police were keeping it quiet so that the public wouldn't panic.
...
Down at the police station, a podium had been set up on the front steps to deal with the large crowd that had come with many questions to which they demanded answers. Commissioner Gordon was answering the hundreds of queries being thrown at him by the large throng of mainly consisting of journalists, who were blocking half the road and pushing and shouting over each other.
"How strong is the security in the cell he's in?"
"Has he said anything?"
"When will he be put on trail?"
"Why didn't you just shoot him?"
They all called out different questions at the same time, obviously making it very difficult for the commissioner to even hear them let alone provide an answer.
"If we all can just quiet down a bit then I will be able to answer your questions," he rationalised, and the noise slowly subsided to a soft murmur.
"Now," he pointed towards a bespectacled man, "what would you like to ask?"
The man didn't hesitate, "how confident are you about your ability to prevent the Joker from escaping like he did last time?"
"We are extremely confident that we will be able to hold the Joker," Gordon stated, "he is currently in our interrogation cell which has the highest security in this entire establishment, he is being watched around the clock by security cameras as well as guards and we have procedures if he manages to escape from his cell"
"What if he takes hostages?" asked another journalist.
"The possibility of the Joker taking hostages will be very minimal as no one is allowed to enter the cell without another officer and my own consent," he assured, "if he were to take hostages then we have a few procedures to deal with that situation and others similar to it."
A brown haired woman near the middle shouted out, "Why didn't you just shoot him?"
The commissioner waited for the loud murmur that had risen after the question to die down.
"the Joker was already tied up by the time that our swat team reached him, if we were to have shot and killed him when he was already incapacitated then we would have been responsible for murder, which as you all know is what he wanted us to do, to bring us down to his level," he explained.
That answer seemed to make the crowd think for a moment.
One young journalist asked, "When will he be put on trial?"
"He won't be taken into court," Gordon replied, "but his sentence will be decided by Sunday. It's most likely that he will be sent to Arkham Asylum."
A lieutenant whispered in his ear, "I'm sorry but that is all the questions I can answer for now, there will however be a conference tomorrow at 9 o'clock in the morning at City Hall, hopefully your questions will be answered then."
He climbed up the steps and entered the police station, the noise of the crowd outside muffled by the doors.
...
The man was slumped in his chair, head on the table. His purple suit was dirty and stained with blood. The face paint he wore was smudged and rubbed off in some places. The excitement and adrenaline from last night had worn off and he was exhausted.
Exhausted but not asleep.
He knew that they were watching him through the glass. He couldn't tell how many, but he knew that there was someone.
He was thinking about anything and everything, though mainly about last night. Indeed it could be said that he was wrong in his judgement on human nature. But it was, after all, a social experiment, and he learned a great deal from it. He actually preferred the outcome, it was far more interesting and… surprising compared to what he had hypothesised.
He loved it when things were unpredictable. It really kept him on his toes. It was a challenge that occupied him for far longer than just watching the explosion and its aftermath.
Being tranquillised however was not fun or interesting and he was left with a throbbing headache. If any one thought that now would be a good time to talk to him, then they would be dead wrong.
He wished they'd turn off the bloody light.
...
The Bat suit had been repaired and put safely away into storage. Batman was going on a well deserved holiday. At the insistence of Albert, Bruce Wayne would not go any where near the Bat cave and would actually spend the nights asleep in his bed.
God knows he needed it.
He resolved to continue to help people, however not as Batman, as billionaire Bruce Wayne. He had already donated a few million to the public charities involved in helping the people who had suffered from the Joker's recklessness, and in part, Batman's as well.
Bruce had spent the night thinking about Batman and his methods for fighting crime. Was violence the only way to go? Was there another more effective way that he could fix Gotham's crime problem? Most of the criminals that he had apprehended were from poor families or had a less than satisfactory upbringing.
He was beating up people who knew no other life apart from violence. People who never even had a remote opportunity at having a good life.
It took him a lot of emotional determination, but he was eventually able to see the man that had killed his parents as some one who wasn't evil. Someone who at a young age might have also had parents die because of someone else's greed. He was probably trodden on and looked down at by the elite all his life and because of that, seen every one who had success as selfish and uncaring. He no longer hated the man but the death of his parents still hurt. If he could prevent at least one child from going through what he did then he would die a happy man.
The only problem was how.
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