"Where is he!" Superman threw the inmate against the back wall of the alley. Another comrade down, Superman was determined that this would be the last. The culprit was the Joker. The Justice League had found Diana dead on the floor of Ace Chemicals, and Bruce was gone. All that was left was a Joker card.

"Superman calm down!" Green Arrow put his hand on Superman's shoulder.

"Get away from me!" Superman shoved Oliver away, sending him flying through the air and hitting a trash bin that exploded all over the alley floor.

Clark turned back to the thug that was crumpled all over the alley floor. He grabbed the thug again and lifted him up. "WHERE IS THE JOKER!"

Clark punched the brick wall behind the thug out of anger. His eyes were red and burning. The thug was frozen with terror, his jaw chattering. He couldn't answer out of shock.

Clark dropped the thug to the ground. "I'll ask you one last time!"

Superman raised his fist, "Where is the Joker!"

An arrow hit him in the back but bounced off. "Don't make me do this, Superman."

Clark turned back and faced Oliver, who was at ready to fire another bolt. Oliver was breathing heavily, knowing that an attack like this would mean suicide. But there was something wrong with Clark.

Green Arrow fired another bolt, Superman caught it in mid-air. "Don't test me!" Superman cried.

Green Arrow was ready to fire another bolt when Superman flew toward him, punching him to the ground with a blow to the side of the face.

"That was me hesitating, Oliver," Superman said. "I'm not afraid to hit harder."

Oliver chuckled as he picked himself up from the sidewalk. "Take your best shot."

Superman leapt at him and colliding his fist with Oliver's lower jaw. Green Arrow felt something snap, and he went airborne for a few moments before crumpling to the sidewalk like a sack of bones.

Oliver pulled himself to his feet. He anticipated Superman's next punch, Oliver rolled to the side as he lunged for him.

He pulled another bolt from his quiver and fired, it bounced off the back of his head and hit the ground with a clatter. "Enough!" Superman screamed.

Superman zoomed at him with immense speed and landed a blow to his chest. Oliver thought his own soul had left his body from the punch. His life felt like it was in slow motion. In that moment Oliver realized Clark had finally broke. Even the great Superman has a breaking point. His face was red with anger, like his eyes. A bolt of red flew from his eyes and collided with Oliver in mid-air. He felt it pass through him. Through his heart. Superman had finally killed in cold blood, out of rage and anger.

Clark hadn't realized what he'd done. He heard a familiar laughter. "AGH!" Superman screamed. He used his X-ray vision to locate the clown, he flew higher into the sky to scan all of Metropolis. He located the clown in a old warehouse, two blocks away. It was old and black, with peeled paint and cracked glass.

He was there in a split second, smashing through the upper window. The Joker was bawling on the floor with laughter. "HAHAHAHAHA. You killed him! The great Superman! Finally killed out of rage and lust for blood! A good beginning to an end!"

Clark realized what he had done. It hit him like shrapnel from a grenade. He dropped to his knees, his face grew even redder. "WHERE IS BATMAN!"

"Tsk, tsk, always getting down to business aren't you. Why don't you sit down for a while! I got some tea on the stove! HAHAHA!"

Superman grabbed him in a split second, throwing him through the wall. The Joker chuckled as he crashed through it, into a back storage room. "You never were a talker, were you Superman." The Joker enthused.

"AGH!" Superman cried hitting the clown once more. He beat down on him, every punch was harder and harder as they went on. "WHERE IS HE!"

The Joker chuckled some more. "My father hit harder than you do!"

Superman grabbed the Joker and tossed him out of the room. The Joker rolled under the window of the warehouse. Superman trudged out of the storage room and to the defeated Joker.

Suddenly, the window crashed. A black shadow tackled Superman to the ground. "NO, SUPERMAN!"

"Where the hell were you!"

The Joker struggled to his feet. "Hanging upside down from a tank of sharks. I knew that wouldn't hold you long. But just long enough to carry out my plan."

"And what was your plan," Batman said.

"Of course I couldn't kill the Justice League myself. I had to turn you against each other. Of course it wasn't easy killing the fish and the alien. But oh, was it worth it." The Joker chuckled.

"You failed, Joker," Batman said. He looked at Clark, who was frozen with anger. Or was it fear? Maybe both.

"Oh no, I haven't failed. My plan is only beginning. The beginning of the end. HAHAHA," The Joker laughed.

"You're insane."

"Then how have I managed to kill four of the most powerful beings in the world. Well, three. The green fellow. I knew he would die quickly."

"Enough!" Superman's eyes grew red.

"Superman, no!" Batman grabbed him by the shoulder, Superman retaliated and threw him. He sailed out the window, into the cold night. He outstretched his hand, and grabbed the broken window. The shards stabbed into his fingers, Bruce screamed in pain.

Superman looked back at the Joker, he was bawling with laughter again. "Go ahead, kill me. Just like you did with your little green friend. Oops. Too soon?"

Superman was face to face with him, he raised his hand. The Joker stopped laughing. "NO!" Bruce screamed. Superman shoved his fist through the clown, his breathing breathing ceased. Superman was still for a moment, and he through the clown's body through the open window. Bruce looked down in terror at the body of the Joker. It hit the ground with a thud. And on it's face was a wide smile, that went from one ear to the other.

Superman flew through the open window and into the red sun.