Batman woke up from the night in the same old room as before ever since this horrible nightmare started.
He started to lose confidence in himself. What if he never returned to reality? He probably would not.
He had called upon Freeze, Ivy, who else? Those were the only people who could help his situation.
But he hasn't tried one person; probably the only person who could get him out of this mess.
He walked down the creaky wooden stairs. He then heard Harley's voice.
"B-man!" She rushed out ecstatically.
He turned and grabbed her bottom jaw. "This is the probably last time you'll see me. Well, probably without you trying to kill me or looking at me through bars." He exited the hideout with her looking like she was just struck across the face.
He jumped and ran across the building tops until his point of interest-Gotham Square.
He glided down in plain sight into the middle of the square. The citizens who once thought of him as their hero ran at the sight of him. He stood there, in the middle of the square, waiting for his person-of-interest.
Squad cars surrounded him. Police men took cover behind their car doors wielding their pistols and shotguns alike.
"We have you surrounded!" Said Gordon over the bullhorn.
He didn't reply a word. He heard the cocking of many pistols.
"Well Batsy! 'Bout time you showed your sexy face!" the monstrosity said.
The white-faced mongrel jumped down behind him.
"Not going to say anything hm?" He laughed.
"For all I can remember, you have terrorized Gotham."
"Yes, it was quite fun. But my favorite part of it was getting the chance to outsmart the 'World's Greatest Detective!' Pssh, you weren't a detective. You were just a washed-up pretty boy in a bat suit. Claiming to fight Gotham's psychos and criminals, when you one of us all along." He said while circling Batman.
"It doesn't matter now."
"And how does it not? You are right now what you were all along. You just haven't accepted it or realized it until now. It was a mistake coming here. What were you doing? Trying to figure out how to get back to 'reality?' One of two things is going to happen now. Either I will kill you and be praised for it, or I might spare your pathetic excuse of a life and let you go to the asylum. Which one do you prefer?"
He didn't reply.
"Would you rather me flip a coin? Like good ol' Dent? Remember him? The one you failed to save? You're the one who turned him into that two-faced freak! Not me, not him, but you!"
"Or I could just kill you here."
"Wouldn't that be just sinking down to my psycho level? Gasp! The great Batman killed Joker!"
Batman swiftly pinned Joker against a nearby tree.
"Batman! Release Joker immediately or we fire!" Gordon announced.
"Batman you don't have a choice it seems."
"I do." He replied in his monotone voice.
The police open fired on Batman. Lead tore into his back and ribs. Blood spurted out of his body as his flesh was shredded by the bullets.
Batman spit blood out of his mouth. A drop leaked out of the corner of his mouth.
"Bye bye Batsy!"
Batman quickly thrust a knife into Joker's heart. Joker's eyes widened. He coughed as the life drifted away from the maniac.
Batman limped away from Joker's corpse and dropped to his knees. He coughed up blood and fell down into the soft, blood-stained, grass. He grabbed the grass with his gloved hand and closed his eyes. On his last breath he laughed. Batman for once had the last laugh….
