For what seemed like hours were only mere minutes. Time seemed to have frozen all around Gotham City. No tv or radio was turned off. The Police department was drowned over with calls about what people had just witnessed. No one was able to believe it. There was no one that possibly could believe it. From the mere lowest thug to the highest ranking member of society, no one wished to believe what they had just seen.
But the truth remained the same. Batman was gone. Or so that was what people were saying. In the Iceberg lounge it was suddenly all a buzz with what they had just witnessed. Only the three strangers seemed not to be really interested into getting ahead with the conversations and were getting ready to leave themselves, possibly to have some words with that one clown that had just done the impossible… or rather what many of the crime lords wished to have done to Batman. Seeing them starting to leave Penguin hurried up to one of his boys and whispered something to him. The man immediately nodded and hurried to the exit blocking it off. Finally Penguin himself took a microphone and looked at the remaining thugs. "The bunch of you sorry lowlifes that aren't my guys… piss off. The rest of you blokes… time to clean up this mess." He only said as a small retinue of certified criminals all stood up and left the lounge. When the strangers however seemed to want to follow them to go outside they were halted.
"You three…" Penguin said to them. "You three seem to know who the hell that sorry clown was." He said to them as they seemed not to be too interested in being interrogated. "Ugh…" the fair skinned man said as he stroke his hair back into model. "First this travelling and then this little midget trying to intimidate us." He said out loud and hard enough to piss off Penguin. "Enough Kuja." The man in the armor said as he turned to look at him. "We aren't here to annoy people. We are here to make sure they don't cause enough chaos." "Not a job well done then eh?" The jock said to him in a sarcastic tone. Penguin seemed to be getting mightily annoyed by the fact that they seemed to completely ignore him. They were more busy with talking about themselves then they were to answer any questions that he had. "OI! I SAID SOMETHING! I DEMAND AN ANSWER!" Penguin yelled at them. "I heard you the first time you little miscreant." Kuja replied as he showed a smirk of pride in that he was not afraid. Perhaps though he should have been afraid since Penguin's thugs were slowly making sure there was no exit for them.
"WHO WAS THAT FREAK?!" Penguin demanded from the three. They looked at one another until finally the man in the armor seemed to nod and give an answer. "Someone that doesn't belong here… someone who has broken the rules of this world and now will have to pay for it." He said in a cryptic way. It meant nothing to Penguin as he let out a well hard enough groan when he heard the answer. "Fine, fine… if you guys have nothing really worthy to say then I will ask you this: How many of my guys does it take to get a real answer out from you guys?" he asked as he grinned. His thugs had now surrounded the three but they seemed not to be really fazed. Instead the jock even seemed to be grinning and beginning to enjoy himself. The one known as Kuja instead seemed to be only bored and annoyed and what the man in armor was thinking was a mystery perhaps even to his allies. "If ya want to have their sorry asses kicked around I'd happy to do that." The jock finally said to Penguins threat and smirked. Penguin himself seemed even to be unsure about it. Usually when someone would be kicked out of the Iceberg lounge it didn't take that much resistant. Finally he just turned around and seemed to waddle off. His thugs followed after him clearly taking this as a hint that the three could go. Penguin instead hurried to his office. He had to make a call with someone.
Back at Strange's apartment Kefka had just taken a dozen painkillers of every kind. Though it seemed that the pain wasn't going to be getting any lesser it didn't mean he was going to mope through it. He hated feeling pain. It meant that he still felt something. Feeling something… it was meaningless to him. As he set about fixing a few bandages around him, the woman with the two tentacles finally came to him. He didn't look at her at first. He was pissed off by her. She had nearly let him in good conscious die. Although Kefka wasn't sure about that she did put him through that much hurt before finally revealing herself. "Feeling better?" she simply asked. Her voice didn't hint any kind of emotion. No curiosity, no compassion, nothing. It was as if monotone computer voice asked something of you. "Slightly… no thanks to you Cloudie…" Kefka grinned as he simply spin on his heels again and walked off towards the main hall. He had spent enough time in that bathroom trying to patch himself up.
Though he was aware that this world had different rules to play by he had given it not much thought… and if he had it was certainly not a lot of it. Hence he had to try and patch himself up. He was lucky that his teeth hadn't shattered or his jaw was permanently broken because then he would have no chance to talk anymore. Something that he enjoyed doing. Passing the corpses of Strange and Seymour he had posed them as if they were standing as soldiers saluting him as he passed by them. "Whatever did you do to the corpse of that guy?" he asked finally the woman. Cloud of darkness was far from a regular woman. It was rather an entity of pure destruction and malevolence. Why on earth it was willing to stay with Kefka and not rather go on its own killing spree was a mystery for everyone. Him included. "Possibly still there. Along with the woman and the camera guy… you should have killed them just as well." She added along with it seemingly wishing to spurn the clown. That she had done indeed.
"I left them there so that they can tell my message… my message of their ending! You should have known that of all people!" he crowed out at her finally sitting back in his makeshift throne. She grinned seemingly taking pleasure in his pain and seeing him struggle. Perhaps that was the reason it stayed along with him. To take pleasure and help in the ending of the world. "Hmph… if you had asked us we would have killed them as well." She simply said standing next of the throne looking at him. If her eyes could kill they would now. That throne seemed to imply her weakness… and she had no weakness or was in anything weaker then he was. He turned to meet her eyes with a smile as he was about to answer suddenly the door was kicked in by two people… seemingly dressed up as clowns as well. "Oh hey, didn't expect to have a fanbase this quickly." Kefka jokingly said. His smile was about to fade as they both pointed their guns at him. Cloud of darkness was already ahead with seeking cover but Kefka just stared at two guns aimed at his face. "Why did you kill Batman?!"Joker asked.