Author's Note: I know that there must be countless sequel fics to the Dark Knight, but I need to write this. This is my vision of a perfect Gotham. The Gotham the Joker wanted. I hope you enjoy.
An armored car housing one of the most heinous criminals Gotham had ever seen sped across a bridge, the crystal blue waters below in shimmering with the mid-day sun. The Joker sat across from two guards, a slight smile on his scarred face.
"Wanna know how I got these scars?"he asked for the seventh time, the guards still ignoring him. He knew what was about to happen, but he wanted to be a thorn in their side for as long as possible... they were about to die, after all...
"Wanna know how I got these scars?"
He closed his eyes and thought long of all that had happened. He had managed to completely corrupt Harvey Dent and turn him into a murderous psychopath... into an artist, like himself... but the Batman, noble and true, took the fall for Dent, and his hard work was almost for nothing... almost...
"Y'know what I find amazing?"the Joker suddenly asked his captors as they still ignored him. "How something so horrific, crazed, and remarkably maniacal as myself could leave behind a legacy..."
"Nobody is gonna give two shits about you, clown boy..." One of the guards stood up over the Joker. "You're a freak. You're a cop killer. You're filth."
"Someone like you would never have anything close to a legacy,"the other guard responded calmly.
"I hope the rest of Gotham has that in mind when the cops are lying lifeless in the middle of the streets... supposing, that is,"the Joker added with a malicious smile, flicking his tongue at his scars "that they don't ran for the hills when they see what kind of Hell befalls the city after me." The other guard stood up, drawing his baton.
"Are you gonna enjoy this?"he asked his comrade.
"Only if you do."he responded with a smile. The Joker began to chuckle quietly.
"And you said I'd leave no legacy..." The guards came closer to him. "It all starts when the loyal and honorable fall into the depths..." The two drew back, ready to strike. "Oh, and one last thing," he added with his trademark grin. "I didn't say "someone"..." he stood up to the guards. "I said someTHING..." The armored car instantly burst into a fiery explosion, sailing into the air and flying over the guard rail, into the water, the Joker's eerie laughter echoing loud over the highway.
Authors Note: This prologue was dedicated to the late Heath Ledger, the greatest Joker I ever saw.