The Jokes on Them
Bobby drove the black mob van down the darkened city streets frequently changing directions to avoid being followed. Gotham City itself was notorious for its dark streets and alley ways for that was where most atrocities were committed, people could not stay in Gotham without something happening to them. Ever since it had been founded and built Gotham City had lived up to its reputation as America's Capital of Crime and the local Police Force had just as good a reputation as the LAPD did in the 1920s. However there were those like Batman, who had tried their hardest to cleanse the City of Darkness from the crime that plagued and cultivated it. Then there were those menaces like the Joker, whose abominable acts had brought Gotham to the brink of destruction. Thus Gotham was considered a scar upon society, a cancer to America. The only things that kept Gotham from being toppled down were those who believed the city could be brought into the light and corrupt politicians who used the city and its residence to carry out their bidding getting political gain. Little did these two groups know that a storm was coming to Gotham, a storm of chaos and laughter.
"That was a close one Rose," said Bobby calling the young assassin by her true name. "You're lucky you split when ya' did the cops were right there"
Dollface removed her mask revealing one of the most beautiful faces in Gotham, neatly trimmed eyebrows and long lashes stood above striking blue eyes. Her face was thin due to her immense height though still a stunning enough to turn a gay man into a straight man, pale and mysterious yet to look upon it would make you cry just knowing that someone close to you might have seen this face in his or her last hour. However it would also make you beg the question how could someone so angelic looking do away with so many live so easily?
"I could have killed him you know?" she said.
"Oh really, the why didn't ya'?"
"As you said the Police were right there and frankly I didn't want to leave a bloody mess in the parking complex."
Her reply sent Bobby bursting into laughter "Since when do you not leave a bloody mess with all your victims?"
Bobby parked the van in a nearby dark alley; it was pitch black two tall buildings towered over the van blocking the moonlight. The ally was so dark that it looked like a rapist would take his next victim there, inside the van Rose's eyes had adjusted to the dark she could see Bobby's silhouette the shape of the man she loved. It was strange as Dollface, Rose could kill anyone in cold blood without feeling any shred of guilt, remorse or pity, however no assassin worth his or her salt would ever fall in love with anybody the way she had fallen for Bobby, then again she didn't really know whether it was love or just attraction. Rose was not one for relationships however she occasionally had flings with some of her victims of course she'd have to kill them once they found out what she did for a living. Presently Bobby was committed to another woman named Claire which only made Rose jealous. Meanwhile she and Bobby were waiting from a call from the Resistance within the Gotham Mob, Bobby himself was the leader.
The Resistance would have been the Mob's inner circle instead they refused and were plotting against Andrew Grissom AKA Andy. When Andy's father Carl Grissom was killed by the original Joker Andy took over and things just went downhill from there, the mob was out of control and the Resistance wanted to put an end to the madness they saw. The only way to end it they saw was to kill Andrew Grissom; yet killing Andy was like trying to kill Adolf Hitler every attempt no matter how ingenious or deadly failed.
Rose joined the Resistance for various personal reasons; her father Benjamin Hart was once a member mob's inner circle but was killed by Andy right in front of her; Andy then raped her mother Emily Hart. Rose's mother was completely traumatized from the event and had to be confined to Arkham Asylum indefinitely, after that Andy killed Rose's older brother Benjamin Hart Jr. the cop who was only trying to find his sister after she had gone missing. Rose had vowed to kill Andy herself, Andy had no knowledge of Emma's existence all he saw was a cold-blooded killer in a doll mask.
"One day. One day! I'll kill the bastard, I will avenge my family. People in Gotham call me unhinged; they call my methods of killing my victims brutal and cold. Just they wait, when I kill Andrew Grissom I will show them carnage they've never imagined! I can just imagine their faces when they see the ground littered with body parts!"
Bobby interrupted her private thoughts, "Rose we have a new ally to our cause of disbanding the mob"
"That's good, who is this new ally?" inquired Rose.
"Never really met him in person, just talked to him over the phone he goes by the alias 'Ace of Knaves'"
Bobby's cell phone rang; he answered it and put it on speaker the voice of Len Lesser another member of the Resistance came through, "Bobby, what happened out there tonight? Did our attempt work this time?"
"Sorry, Lenny another failed attempt, Andy seems to avoid the most simplest of things" replied Bobby.
This time Bobby had planned to put a fast-working poison in Andy's drink the one he was supposed to have before he went out to make a truce with the Russians. Since Andy had contacted Viktor Ramonova and told him where to meet him, Bobby had planned to poison him before he went out and Ramonova known for his impatience and vindictiveness would have his Mafia converge on the Gotham Mob and the Resistance would be long gone by then. Unfortunately Andy didn't have that drink.
"How many failures must we go through before we finally kill Grissom?" responded Len.
"Hopefully, not many tonight I am meeting with our new ally who says he can kill Grissom" said Bobby.
"Do you think this guy can really grease Andy Bobby?" asked Len.
"When I meet with him I'll ask him, for now let's just keep under cover I'll see ya' back at the Casino Len" with that Bobby hung up the cell phone.
Bobby started the van and drove out of the alley and back into the city streets.
"Having doubts about this new ally?" asked Rose.
"A few, after all you what happened to our last new ally?"
Rose nodded, remembering how their last ally had been killed. As Bobby drove down Cunningham Rose saw signs of a recent gunfight, red HAHAs were spray painted on the walls of nearby buildings, two dead cops lay on the sidewalk: one lying face down and another slumped against a wall a small yellow flag that read "BANG!" stuck out of his chest. Rose noticed something strange about these two cops they were smiling. Before Bobby turned onto the next street they passed by a police vehicle in flames.
The Batcave
Bruce Wayne hobbled down the stairs leading down into the Batcave below; with the help of his cane he was able to get down the stairs even better than anyone else his age. Ace his loyal Great Dane followed behind, by the time the two reached the bottom Bruce heard the sound of the garage door opening and the Batmoble landing. A minute later Terry came up the stairs leading down to the vehicles, he looked at Wayne the old man wore his usual black suit pants and a black blazer over a navy blue shirt.
"How did it go with the mob?" asked Bruce.
"Not well" replied Terry as he took off the Batman mask "I managed to leave a few Russians for the cops but Grissom and Ramonova got away."
"That's no surprise" Bruce stated flatly.
"Dollface was there as well" said Terry.
"That assassin seems to be everywhere now. No one's safe" responded Bruce as he turned and walked to the computer they used to hunt down criminals with Ace following close behind. Bruce sat down in his chair "No one will ever be safe in this city" he muttered.
Terry went into the backroom to change out of the Batman suit back to his regular attire, when he came back he found Bruce was reading the Police reports and headlines on Dollface. Terry read the captions to himself with disdain,
Party Thrown at Anya Estate Turns into Crime Scene Overnight! Rebecca Anya: Heiress to Anya Fortune Found Brutally Murdered! Over Sixty Found Dead at Anya Estate! Mysterious 6ft Woman Wielding Bloody Butcher knife and Wearing a Doll Mask Seen Fleeing the Scene! Three Survivors from Anya Estate Massacre Dead! Russian Assassin "Alexi Sebastian" found Dead! Dollface Strikes Again! Seven More Victims Claimed by Dollface Assassin! Ten People Found Dead at Gotham Inn! Gotham Inn Massacre Now Being Called The Dollhouse Murders! Batman Chases Dollface Assassin Through Gotham City After Major Confrontation!
Terry could not read anymore just reading those captions gave him feeling that he had failed. Being able to wear the mask of Batman and take on the mantle of the Dark Knight gave Terry a chance to do something good to make a difference in a city of crime, for that people called him the Tomorrow Knight it fit since these were the days of the future. Dollface was elusive and deadly whoever is under that mask needs serious help if Terry would ever catch her, she'd probably be thrown into Arkham Asylum. Bruce read the Police reports and the names of the victims, he shook his head.
"I know what you're thinking" said Terry "I should have kept my attention on her instead of trying to save her victims beforehand"
"No, you did the right thing" Bruce said turning to Terry "By trying to save her victims you spared more lives, maybe not all of them but some and that's what counts"
"But if I had tried to stop her instead of-" Terry was cut off by Bruce.
"Terry the only way you can catch this assassin is to aggravate her, make her come after you"
Suddenly a beeping sound erupted from the computer indicting Bruce had mail, Bruce accessed his inbox which was filled with mail from various workers and associates from Wayne Enterprises. He scrolled the mouse to the newest message which the ID read Commissioner Gordon, Bruce opened it and it said…
Dear Bruce, I need to speak to you and Terry on an urgent matter. Please come to my office 9:00 AM sharp.
"I guess I'll need to reschedule that meeting tomorrow" said Bruce.
Terry started put on his jacket he groaned in pain as his gut bruised from Dollface's knife slid under the jacket.
"Are you okay?" asked Bruce while getting out of his chair.
"I will be" Terry grunted "Dollface nearly gave me a fatal wound if it wasn't for that new body armor you added to the suit I'd have a gushing wound instead of a large bruise."
"That armor can stop a stop a bullet and a knife and it can also absorb laser fire, however I would advise you to run into a line of gunfire" replied Bruce.
"There is still no way I'm can explain these wounds to anyone else let alone Dana" said Terry as he picked his backpack containing the Batman suit.
"You won't have to explain to anybody as long as you keep what you do in secret to yourself"
"The secret is getting harder to keep Bruce; I'm surprised no one asks what I am really doing when I'm working for you" Terry replied as he looked down. He looked up again "I guess I should be going, I'm going to need to wake up extra early for that meeting." As he headed out Terry he said goodnight Bruce said the same as he shut down the computer.
Meanwhile in an alley near the Mob's Casino and Brothel, a young hitman strolled with a young, fine-looking prostitute he had brought out of the brothel.
"So Johnny, what else do you like" the young hooker asked seductively.
"Guns, fast cars, extortion and good sex, which I hope you can provide" said Johnny putting his arm around the young hooker's waist.
She giggled "I'll try my best"
The two stopped in front of a dark alley the prostitute stopped as she felt the hitman trying to take her through it, she breathed deep breaths and shivered in the cold.
"What's the matter tootz? You scared of dark alleys?"
"Uh… yeah" she replied nervously "I thought you said we were going to your place?"
"Well we are this is a short cut" he said pointing to the dark alley.
They were eventually on their way again, when they were half way through the alley there was a large dumpster a right next to it a bright colored box about half the size of the dumpster and covered with stars and clownish looking faces, and there was an iron lever attached to the side.
"Eh, this ain't never been here before" said Johnny as he reached down to inspect the strange box.
However before he could inspect the box the lever on the side started to turn on its own accord and the tune from "Pop Goes the Weasel" could be heard emanating from the box. Once the tune stopped, the box flipped open the lid hit the dumpster with a loud thud, a huge jester looking figure wielding a large axe sprang out but only its top half its bottom seemed t be still in the box. Suddenly the large axe was brought down upon the two onlookers the young hooker jumped away but it was too late for the hitman named Johnny. The prostitute turned to see the axe embedded right into Johnny's skull, she was just about to run screaming when suddenly a gloved hand came over her mouth restraining her. She watched in horror as two men in clown masks emerged from the darkness, came to the bloody mess a separated the axe from the hitman's head, after that they threw his body in the nearby dumpster. The jester that had sprung from the box went back inside automatically and the two clown men lifted the box and tuck it into the darkness from whence they came.
The young hooker squirmed and struggled against her captor as she saw more men in clown masks emerge from the surrounding darkness. It was then that her captor spoke to her, in a voice that sent chills down her spine it said…
"If you promise not to scream or run I'll let you live"
The hooker complied but was shocked as her captor threw her into the arms of one of the clownish goons. She nearly screamed when she took a look at her original captor, her face was an expression of fear she gulped as she took in the sight in front of her stood the Joker himself. The Joker let out a maniacal laugh as he threatened the hooker with a gun "Just kidding."
The Casino
Dollface and Bobby arrived at the Mob's Casino and Hotel that stood 10 stories high once called the Grand Gotham Hotel & Casino until Carl Grissom had made it territory of the Gotham Mob decades ago when the original Dark Knight along with his sidekicks Robin, Nightwing and Batgirl bravely defended Gotham City. Bobby parked the van it the parking lot, after exiting he walked to the other side and opened the door for Dollface. The assassin had put the mask back on just in case there were any mobsters in the parking lot,
"Thank you" she said to Bobby.
They walked towards the main entrance to the Casino or what Rose called the "House of the Pathetic" there Bobby opened the door for her again letting her in first. Once inside Bobby said,
"I don't think we'll be going anywhere else tonight so you can just have the rest of the night to yourself. I'll be waiting for our new ally"
"Alright, I'll be upstairs in my suite if you need me" replied Rose her voice a bit muffled behind her mask.
Bobby leaned in a bit closer, Rose felt herself getting hot under the mask; she could smell his cologne "Remember the meeting tomorrow 9:00AM my apartment, fifth floor, 5A." he whispered. She nodded, he whispered "Goodnight" before he walked away.
Rose shook her head "He was right there you idiot!" she mentally scolded herself. Rose walked into the Casino where the most of the pathetic excuses for human beings were. Trying to find at least one person in the entire building that had not been arrested or wanted by the cops or FBI was harder than trying to find a virgin in the mob's brothel which was just across the street from the Casino. The smell of liquor and drugs hung heavy in the air it mixed with the loud music blasting from speakers around the building it gave the Casino a homey look and tone in a Manson family kind of way.
About a yard away from her was the bar and behind the bar a large stage with poles and strippers danced on them. Rose navigated her way to the elevator and passed by the most pathetic excuses for mobsters let alone human beings it was hard to believe they were in the mob's inner circle Ricky Vasquez and Alex Kennimore sat at their own private table with their personal body guards: Angel Bravo and Jesse (No one knew his last name and frankly no one wanted to. The man was such an annoyance that no one wanted anything to do with him.)
Once in the elevator Rose pushed the button for the seventh floor, she exited the elevator it was strange how the first two floors including the ground level were the Casino yet the remaining eight were all rooms, apartments and suites. She walked to her suite 7H, Rose remembered when he had first taken her in Bobby had made sure she had the best living arrangements possible a nice a nice presidential suit is what she got. After getting in she removed her mask and carried it to her bedside table on a nearby dresser there was a thick manila folder that was labeled "Gotham City Police: Confidential: Missing Persons Report: Rose Hart".
Rose picked up the folder, carried it to a nearby coffee table and sat down on the leather sofa next to it. She open the folder she saw an old picture of herself before she had become the cold-blooded killer she was today, she was younger then she had red hair as well before that it had been blond she finally dyed it jet black to prevent the public from recognizing her, she read the facts on the report:
Name: Rose Sierra Hart
Date of Birth: July 15th 2026
Age: 16
Sex: Female
Eye Color: Blue
Hair Color: Red
Ethnicity: White/Caucasian
Criminal Record: None
Known Relatives: Benjamin Hart (Father): Deceased, Emily Hart (Mother): Status Unknown, Benjamin Hart Jr. (Older Sibling)
Last Know Location(s): Gotham City
Day of Disappearance: April 6th 2042
Case Status: Cold
Rose turned to the notes section of the report where her brother had typed down his notes on the investigation,
Day One: I finally got permission from the Commissioner to open this investigation; I vowed to Rose one day that I'd always be there for her I do not intend to break that promise.
Day Two: I have searched all of Rose's favorite places from Restaurants to Shopping Stores, still no sign of her. I don't care how long it takes or who gets in my way I Will find Rose!
Rose skipped to the three most important entries,
Day Six: I'm stressed to the brink, one agonizing week and still nothing, everyone tells me to give up hope that my little sister is most likely dead; My Mom was just confined to Arkham Asylum. My girlfriend Patricia just broke up with me all I have left is Rose.
Day Ten: I'm on my own now everyone on the force including Gordon is tied up with this new Dollface assassin Still I press on to find Rose.
Day Sixteen: I was suspended from active from active duty today after a fight between me and a fellow officer that was angry at me for not aiding in the Dollface investigation erupted. Although I may be suspended from the job I'm not from life I continue the search for Rose by any means necessary.
Rose shut the file, the angrily threw it across the room after kicking the coffee table she mentally scolded herself "Damn you why didn't just let Ben Find you? He could have helped you! You wouldn't be in this mess right now!" Rose looked down as she felt tears begin to fall from her eyes.
Meanwhile in his apartment Bobby poured himself a drink in front of him was a dark window, he finished pouring his glass when the refection of light filled the dark window before him. Someone was using the secret doorway to his room,
"Is that you honey?" Bobby asked expecting to hear his girlfriend Claire answer back. He couldn't see much of the figure who had just came in he turned to see a very tall man even taller than Dollface, he had to at least be seven feet tall his broad shoulders made him appear to be even bigger than he really was. He wore a top hat that's all Bobby was able to figure out since he was standing in the light he could not make out the man that stood before him "Who are you?" he asked.
The secret door closed "It's me 'honey'" the man said in a mocking tone.
Bobby could see the man a little better now, he seemed to be light-complected and it looked as if he were smiling.
"Ace of Knaves?" asked Bobby
"That's my alias don't wear it out" replied the man as he stepped a bit closer. "Is this the Resistance Residence?" asked the man.
Bobby hesitated before answering there was something strangely familiar about the man's voice "Um yes. Hello I'm Bobby Valentino" he said as he held out his hand to shake.
The man stepped out of the darkness and when Bobby saw who this person looked like he nearly jumped out of his skin with surprise for the man who stood before him was the Joker.
"What's the matter Bob? You look as if you've see a ghost" The clown chuckled.
"Aren't you supposed to be dead?" asked Bobby.
"Me, dead? Oh perhaps you're referring to daddy dearest. I miss that old man" replied the Joker as he sat down in a nearby chair.
"Wait a minute are you saying you are the Joker's son?"
"Exactly why do you ask Bob?" his stuck grin seemed to expand as if it were showing his interest in the subject.
"Well" said Bobby "I could never imagine that freak getting close to a woman in a million years. Wait a minute there was a jester girl I believe her name was Harley Quinn"
"You guessed it Bob. Oh mommy was always so caring, so entertaining," "So gullible" his tone changed "A shame I never really got to know her or daddy either. I was always in the care of Uncle Riddles or Aunt Ivy." Joker looked at Bobby "You may know them as Riddler and Poison Ivy."
"Your kidding me right? The Riddler and Poison Ivy?" asked Bobby.
"No, no I was just with them so much that I began to call them that." Said the Joker, he looked at Bobby "I mean it would just sound weird if I called them Aunt Riddles and Uncle Ivy" he laughed.
Bobby shook his head "What do you want" he demanded "And don't say you're here to help I know for certain you're not."
"Oh, and what makes you say that?" asked the clown.
"If your anything like your father you won't help at all" answered Bobby.
The Joker laughed "Listen Bob, the mob's in my way of what I want, Grissom is in my way. Now you and I both want the best for Gotham City"
"Yeah right" thought Bobby.
The Joker continued "Now if you and I work together, we can get rid of Grissom and his inner circle"
"You promise you'll help us?"
"I am a man of my word" the Joker said bursting into laughter.
He stopped laughing when Bobby's girlfriend Clair walked into the room "Evening honey" said Clair she suddenly gasped as she laid eyes on Bobby's other guest.
"Yeah I get that a lot" the Joker laughed. The clown strode forward towards Clair who backed away a bit. "Hello there beautiful" he said tipping his hat to Clair, he then held out his purple gloved hand for her to shake.
"No! Clair don't shake his hand!" yelled Bobby as he ran towards the two; he grabbed the clown's hand turned it over revealing a joy buzzer.
Joker pulled his hand away putting the device in his blazer pocket then looked at Clair "Sorry, old habits die hard I guess" he grinned "No hard feelings right?"
Clarice never got to answer that question as Bobby interjected "Clair Honey, why don't go wait in the next room?" he looked at the Joker "our guest was just leaving"
Clair walked away, "Nice squeeze you got there" said the Joker to Bobby just loud enough for her to hear a few feet away a shiver ran down Claire's neck, she hurried into the room and shut the door "A bit shy but still good-looking" Joker added and then laughed.
"Listen, this room tomorrow morning at nine" said Bobby.
"You got it Bob" replied the clown.
"Did you say you wanted something in return?" asked Bobby.
"You'll find out in due time" said the Joker as he walked out the door.
Rose awoke suddenly; she had fallen asleep on the leather sofa. She got up and heard the sound of talking outside. Rose grabbed her sniper rifle and head towered the window and opened the window and saw two men at the street corner talking loudly. "You'll pay for waking me up" she thought as she put on her mask so not to bother with adjusting the scope on the sniper. Their deaths would be blamed on one of the mobsters in the Casino, just as she was focusing her aim on them they suddenly ran into a nearby building out her sight she sighed and lowered the rifle.
Suddenly an arm snaked its way around her waist, another grabbed her wrists a leg was intertwined around hers to keep them from moving. Her mask was taken off "Well hello, beautiful" said her assailant with a bone chilling voice and a minute later she was face to face with him. His face was one she had only seen in pictures and old newspapers, the face of the legendary Clown Prince of Crime, the Joker himself. Rose said nothing but stared and as she gazed her knees became somewhat weak, her face became hot for some odd reason she found this man attractive, she took in his scent: cheap cologne and gunpowder. The clown suddenly pulled out a knife and traced the contours of her face with it careful not to cut her with it. The knife slipped down her chin,
"Tell me something, why does someone so beautiful hide her face with a mask? Hmm?" he asked.
He continued to look her up and down a mixture of feelings went through her mind; half of her actually seemed afraid he the clown might rape her or worse kill her. The other half which Rose assumed was her physical side actually craved the attention and wondered where this might lead.
"Nice legs" said the Joker.
"What do you want?" Rose replied in a demanding tone.
The Joker released Rose letting her fall to the ground and standing up to his full height. In her current position the Joker towered over Rose she took a good look his violet suit was perfectly tailored making him look better than the trash down stairs in the Casino. For some odd reason she found the clown attractive in a creepy way. The Joker held out a purple gloved hand, instead of taking it Rose retrieved her mask on the floor and helped herself up off the floor.
"Smart girl" said the Joker turning in palm to her and revealing a joy buzzer. The turned away from her and walked to the side of the room where Rose had thrown the stolen Police Report, he picked it up and started to look through it.
"You know, Dollface I've had my eye on you for a while" he closed the file and put it down on a nearby desk, he then turned back to her. "I love to view your work the skulls, the bodies. You give them such a glow, a fitting tribute to your victims. I mean, I wouldn't call it art but I like it" he chuckled.
"Flattery will get you nowhere. Mr. Joker, just tell me what you want" replied Rose.
"Excuse me, Mr. Joker is my father" stated the clown.
"You mean to tell me that you are the son of the legendary Joker?" asked Rose.
"Yes I am" replied the clown. He continued on "Now I see that you and I are two of a kind, me the homicidal maniac and you a cold-blooded killer both freaks."
"What's your point?" asked Rose.
The Joker walked forward "We should be working together you and I."
"If this is some pick-up attempt it's not going to work. I heard about the partnership your father had with Harley Quinn, and frankly I don't want to be playing second fiddle like she did" interjected Rose.
"You won't" stated the clown as he turned away from her "And mark my words your opinion will soon change when I control this pathetic city!" laughed the Joker. He gave her a face down playing card she turned it over to reveal a laughing jester in some sort of aerobic position it certainly did not look humanly possible. "I suggest you keep that. We will be seeing each other very, very soon" he chuckled as he left the Rose's suite.
The Joker got into the elevator and punched the button for the ground floor, once there he made his way to the exit.
The mobster Alex Kennimore stood in front of the door and blocked his way "Pay up" he said
Joker looked at the scrawny figure before him, his face was bruised all over just like the face of his body guard Jesse probably because the two had one thing in common an big annoying mouth.
"Aw, that's cute your wearing make-up is that for your boyfriend?" said Kennimore in a mock tone.
Joker despised Kennimore the one mobster who spat out that everyone with the exception of himself was either gay or lesbian (depending on whether they were male or female). The Joker would enjoy killing him.
"Sure thing" said the Joker as he got out a wallet "How much did you say you wanted?"
"Ten thousand. Cash."
"While you asked for it" chuckled Joker as flipped open the wallet and a knife on a spring flew out of it. The knife pierced Kennimore in the neck; Joker tugged the spring a bit to extract the knife and Kennimore choked and held his already bloody neck as he fell to the ground.
The Joker then heard footsteps behind him and the sound of a gun cocking, The Joker suddenly turned around to face Kennimore's body guard Jessie; a rather large gun in his hand which he seemed to pull out of nowhere. Joker pulled the trigger once and a yellow flag with the word "BANG!" on it emerged from the barrel. Jessie aimed his gun at the clown, but before he could shoot Joker pulled the trigger once again and the flag flew out of the gun hitting Jessie in the chest. Jessie cried out in pain and fell to the ground, he lay dead on the ground with the flag sticking out of his chest as if it were a marker to all those who saw it telling them that Joker killed this man . All the mobsters that had heard or seen who had just been shot turned to look with stupefied expressions on their faces, Joker smiled and waved as he exited the Casino.
All the mobsters went back to their business at a nearby poker table one mobster said to another "Ya' know they say that clowns a menace, well after what I just saw now I'd say he's a hero." "Hear, hear" agreed another mobster "Justice has been served!" declared another.
Meanwhile at the table Alex Kennimore had been sitting at Riki Vasquez pulled out his gun and ran out of the Casino after the homicidal maniac who had just killed his friends, little did he know he would not be coming back.
Already back at his hideout Joker laughed out loud "All of them are doomed" he laughed. "Resistance to take down the Mob… Pathetic!" "The Jokes on them!" he laughed more loudly "Once they realize I've used them from the very beginning to get what I want. It will be too late! Even that assassin has fallen under my spell she's just too stubborn to admit it!" "She's got the hot's for me I just know it" he snickered. Joker thought of the assassin Dollface AKA Rose Hart, like his father before him Joker Jr. had always had a soft spot cold-blooded killers especially the beautiful but deadly ones. Although he had to admit behind the doll mask, cold-blooded methods of killing and guns Rose Hart was just a little girl crying for mommy, daddy and big brother. "It would be funny if it weren't so pathetic" laughed the Joker.
"In the end it will be just me, her and Gotham. There is only one man who can stop me well… more of a birdman" he laughed. "Although soon enough even Batman won't be able to stop me! My debut into the public of Gotham City is going to set the whole town on fire!" he laughed.
