A/N: Alright…many of my friends know that I'm a Batman-o-holic. Specifically, The Joker and villains in the Batmanverse.

Over the past months I have been creating my own Batman universe, it's own histories and such. However I need to write down the ideas and one-shots so I can keep track of it for future comics and art. Any feedback would be nice, so long as you don't outright flame me like a violent fanboy…I do not care how you think that some stuff isn't canon or what…I'm posting this for any feedback or encouragement if anyone wishes to leave any.

All this is in development as I go along and figure things out.

I am in no way saying that the DC universe of Batman sucks. I'm just doing my own, like Frank Miller and the others have done.

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This first part: This chapter is set in the later years of Batman, where he finally marries Batwoman secretly…but before he can go to her apartment for the wedding night The Joker kidnaps her. The Joker at this time was presumed dead for 6 years but he's alive and well apparently, and brutally rapes and tortures Batwoman to death.

"You know Batsy, good ol' Batsy, you can't do this forever."

Joker laughed as he wrote the note in his handwriting. The giggles ceased as Joker realized how scraggily and almost illegible his handwriting was. He still continued to write anyways.

"Dearest Batman, I know how you're feeling. Though I've not experienced this myself, I know how you feel because I care about how you're feeling. I care about every thing you think and react to when I cause something to happen. And I did do something. You know it."

"I've decided to return your wife to you. If I didn't, who would you think tortured her to death? My oh my, I wouldn't want you barking up the wrong tree. So I've written you a note, darling, so you'll know that I'm very much alive and that it was I who took her away from you."

He paused in his writing, brushing his hair out of his eyes as he wrote.

"Why? Well simply because I can't let you be happy with someone like her. I know you better than anyone else. I can't let you become a different Batman at all! You've changed so much since I left! Why her, why change things so much? I know though that you love her; but I know that you'll love me more now she's gone. Oh I'm sure you will when I'm through with you."

"You don't need her. You don't need that Robin, or Nightwing, or Catwoman for company. You need me. You need me to complete you. Bruce, I'm the one. And we're going to be together again soon."

"Disappointment Batty, disappointment! Joker's unhappy, and you know it! Why else would I murder someone you trust more than others? Yes Bruce, I know who you are. I know you came home to find her not there, the wedding night ruined. She's been gone for a week. No trace. Till now. I am sad I found out who you are but believe me, I won't tell a soul. The public would ruin our fun."

"I don't think you're crying. But you will. I will break you and make you play my game forever. On and on it will go and you will chase me, and then I'll fight back this time. This time, more people will die. You are going to be at the final threshold Batman. This time, the game will finally end. You will be mine, never theirs."

"You're getting old Batman. Let me help you rest those tired bones. And then we'll fight again. Run and run! You'll be my pet rodent! That's what you need! But you always have been my pet. Back in the old days…"

"It's time to restart them again old friend. And now it's even more fun now you lost someone so dear…so precious…"

"But you've got me now."

He paused, licking his ruby lips as he penned with a furious stroke,

Love,

J.

He stood up, holding the long note in his hands, walking over smoothly to the body on another table.

Vikki Vale lay, limp and dead, and wrapped with her Batwoman suit and cape. Her eyes were open, pale with death. Blood dripped from her fingers and body, the many wounds and gashes and burns from fire oozing blood and gore.

With a scowl, The Joker pinned the note to her face, snapping his fingers as a few of his thugs came and lifted up the dead woman, carrying her out the dark warehouse and to the assigned place for Batman to find, and only him.

Joker watched them leave in his chair, lighting up a cigarette to smoke. He shivered and pulled his black jacket about him.

"Oh Brucey, why did you have to marry?" He sighed softly and inhaled. "Batman never loves. Batman loves only fighting. He loves fighting chaos. Batman loves fighting me. Batman loves me."

At this, the man began to laugh.

"Bruce? Are you alright?"

Bruce Wayne didn't respond. He stood, looking at the corpse at the hidden entrance to the Batcave.

Robin went to stand next to him, and then Robin understood why Batman was staring. It was Batwoman.

"Oh…no…"

They were only married last week…Tim thought. For a year since The Joker was dead, Bruce and Vikki were getting very close as he finally let her train her skills further…and become Batwoman, his closet aid in the war against crime and the rouge's gallery, what was left of them, in Gotham. Batman was a better man when he was in love, and so was the woman who loved him. Tim knew too soon they would be married, secretly, and then Bruce would no longer be a man of cold; he was a man of ruthless fighting but compassion and filled with more happiness than ever before.

Since she disappeared from her apartment after the wedding, on their own wedding night, he was a lost man.

Now she was found. Dead.

With a note form The Joker.

Tim watched as Bruce motionlessly read the note, standing like a stone statue. Batman stood in the cool early spring breeze of the night. He watched Batman read every single word.

He bent down and listed his wife into his arms, carrying her with a grim expression into the cave. Tim followed, his heart aching at the sight of the mutilated body of his fellow team mate…a fellow leader…fighter…a mother figure to him. Besides Batgirl who seemed more solo than Bat family partner, Batwoman was always there. Vikki was always there…always…

Never more this day.

Batman walked her in the cave. Robin followed, watching him carry her to her chair in front of the main computer. That was where she always sat next to him. Together.

It was there Robin watched Batman, sit and cradle her.

Tim could never truly know what this meant to him. His parents never died so tragically like Bruce. He wasn't rich. He never had as much experience or training as Bruce had. He never had the feelings of never giving in to love. Tim was a teenager after all, he had a girlfriend, he knew what love was. But Bruce never did. And when it finally came, when he fell in love truly and Vikki once again returned to him, all knew his love was true. He loved her. He needed her to be a light to his darkness, a woman fighting besides him with trust, respect, and the willingness to learn and fight. He now had a meaning, and it wasn't a distraction. His wife, his partner in justice. She was another part of him. And now she was gone…

Batman began to softly sob, the echoes of his cries bouncing off the walls. Robin knew he must leave, lest he be witness to a broken bat.

He was back. He was back to the cold man he was. The man devoted to only one thing now, not two. Joker wanted to fill that void now.

Alfred closed the door as Robin walked out, quietly putting the dinner he was going to serve them into the refrigerator for another time.

He knew what had happened. There would no more be happiness in this house ever again.

A/N: Not bad? Next chapter will be about Catwoman.

Remember, this is Bruce Wayne when he's getting old in his late 40's, and he tried to soften up by marrying and training another helper, Batwoman. Course that didn't last long. Bruce can never get happy for long. Otherwise if he was, he'd change his name to something more rainbowy and cheery.

Shoys.