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48 Hours Earlier...
Six months had passed since the Joker fiasco and the deaths of Harvey Dent and Rachel Dawes. Bruce Wayne had become bitter, his hatred for the Joker growing day by day. He had become distant from the two people closest to him, Alfred and Lucius. He had given control of Wayne Enterprises to Lucius Fox, as he had become a recluse and rarely left the penthouse in which he currently lived. Not too long before, a confrontation with Rhas Al Ghul resulted in the burning down of Wayne Manor, in which Alfred had come to Bruce's rescue. He had given up his role as Batman, due to his deep depression. His latest adventure ended with him killing Harvey Dent, who had Police Commissioner James Gordon's family held at gunpoint, and barely escaping capture by Gotham PD. His depression seemed endless, and the chance of Batman returning seemed very unlikely.
"Too much damage has already been done. What's the point of continuing? I broke the one rule that kept me true. How about that? The Joker was wrong...I am corruptible..."
Bruce arose from his bed. His face was covered in facial hair, due to the fact that motivation to shave had been nonexistant. His hair was messy and greasy, and he bared a strong resemblance to a homeless man. His face was coated in sweat, as he had just awoken from a terrible nightmare. He walked to the window and peered through the blinds at Gotham City. The city he had lived in his whole life, and the city he hated more than anything at this point of time. Alfred walked into the room, a glass of water in his hand. He walked over to Bruce and put a hand on his shoulder.
"Here, drink this. You'll feel better." Said Alfred, soothingly.
Bruce shrugged Alfred's hand away from his shoulder.
"I'm fine, just leave me in peace." Replied Bruce, angrily.
Hurt formed in Alfred's eyes.
"Pardon me, sir, but this is anything BUT peace." Snapped Alfred, before exiting the room.
Bruce put his hands to his head, pulling his hair back, and sighed deeply.
Harleen Quinzel walked down the halls of Arkham towards the Joker's cell. She was a very beautiful girl, with blonde hair and blue eyes. She had a look of slight insanity. She knocked on the door of his cell before entering. Joker sat on his bed in the corner of the room, still wearing his trademark purple suit. Over the months, he had gained a little weight and appeared a bit chunkier than before. He also had shorter hair. He looked up at his visitor and smiled politely.
"Well, hello, beautiful." Said Joker, charmingly.
Harleen blushed slightly.
"Hey, handsome. Do you want to talk today, or no?" She asked.
"Sure." Replied Joker.
Harleen pulled up a chair and sat in front of Joker's bed.
"Well, how are you feeling today?" Asked Harleen.
Joker pondered the question momentarily.
"I'm feeling...happy." Said Joker.
"Why?" Asked Harleen.
Joker grinned.
"Because I'm in the presence of the most beautiful dame I've ever layed eyes upon."
Damon Macready had just been released from prison two years ago, but due to unresolved conflicts, he couldn't see his daughter for those two years. He had served five years, due to being framed by powerful mob boss, Frank D'Amico. Damon stood outside his former partner, Marcus Williams' house. Damon walked up to the front door and rang the door bell. Marcus answered the door, holding a seven year old girl, Damon's daughter, Mindy. Damon stared at Mindy with hope in his eyes. Marcus smiled at Damon.
"It's good to have you back, man." Said Marcus.
Damon returned the smile but said nothing. He looked at his daughter.
"Can I? Asked Damon.
Marcus smiled.
"She's your daughter, of course."
Marcus gave Mindy to Damon. Damon stared at his little girl, happily.
"Are you my daddy?" Asked the girl, nervously.
"Yes I am." Replied Damon, a tear forming in his eye.
She wrapped her arms around his neck, hugging him tight. He returned the embrace.
"Your daddy is finally here." Said Damon.
Frank D'Amico stared out his penthouse window towards New York City. Just then, one of his thugs entered the room.
"Mr. D'Amico, Damon Macready is back." Said the thug.
Frank stared at the glass of champagne in his hand, then turned to look at his thug.
"So, the rumors are true?" Said D'Amico.
"Indeed." Replied the thug.
Frank stayed silent for a few moments, pondering his next move.
"Well, I don't really know where we go from here." Said Frank.
The thug merely shrugged. He turned and began to leave the room.
"Wait." Said Frank.
The thug turned to look at his boss.
"We need to find a new drug for dealing. I'm growing bored of cocaine."
Bruce Wayne stood in the middle of a burned down building. He noticed that he was in his Batman costume. He looked around the ruined building and noticed a body in the distance. He walked forward, then groaned at the sight of Rachel Dawes' lifeless body. He got to his knees and cradled her lifeless form in his arms.
"I'm sorry, Rachel! I'm so sorry!" Roared Bruce.
Rachel's eyes opened, but were red instead of their usual color.
"Why did you let me die, Bruce?" Asked Rachel, coldly.
"Why did you let us die?" Asked Harvey Dent as he walked out of the shadows.
Instead of half of his face being burned, his whole face was burned.
"You allowed me to turn...into this." Moaned Harvey.
He jumped forward and wrapped his hands around Bruce's throat, choking the life out of him.
"You took my life, now I'll take yours, mother fucker! I will fucking kill you!" Roared Harvey, angrily.
Bruce struggled against Harvey's iron grip. Finally, he delivered a kick to Harvey's privates. Harvey doubled back in pain. Just then the scene went black. Bruce was alone, or so it seemed.
"You've become sorry for yourself, Bruce, and I can't be a part of your sorrows any longer." Said Alfred's voice.
"No, Alfred, Please!" Begged Bruce.
"You may have saved my son, but you've failed us all. Gotham will fall." Said Gordon's voice.
Bruce fell to his knees.
"Ultimately, you've failed us, Bruce." Said the voices of Thomas and Martha Wayne.
Bruce's eyes widened.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" He roared.
"It's true, Bruce. You've become the one thing you sought to eradicate. You could've done great things with the League of Shadows, but you decided to chase your false image of justice. You have failed." Said the voice of Rhas Al Ghul.
"Now pay for your failures."
Just then, the black turned into white, as Bruce began to fall, the faces of everyone he had ever known watching him. He looked down and noticed the Joker's face.
Bruce awoke abruptly. He had fallen asleep in his chair. Alfred sat by his side.
"Are you okay, Master Wayne?" Asked Alfred.
Bruce began to cry.
"I'm sorry, Alfred. I failed everyone." Muttered Bruce.
Alfred gave Bruce a comforting hug.
"And then, I arose from the toxic waste, and discovered my face had been permanently turned white, and my hair green." Finished Joker.
He had just finished telling Harleen his origin story. She listened, mouth wide open.
"And I'm the first person you've ever revealed this information to?" Asked Harleen.
Joker nodded, sadly. Harleen leaned forward and wrapped her arms around the Joker. Joker returned the embrace, affectionately.
"To tell you the truth, Harley, I-" Started Joker.
"Harleen." Corrected Harleen.
"I think Harley Quinn sounds better." Said Joker, grinning.
