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Feral Rage.

Gotham City, Gotham First National Bank…

It was a typical day in Gotham, typical in the sense that currently a small party of armed thugs in clown masks were perpetrating a heist while their two ring leaders were threatening innocent civilians with torture and death.

You see right now the self-proclaimed clown prince of crime known better as The Joker was feeling a bit bored and felt like sowing some chaos, hence he took his boys and his partner in crime/girlfriend (though he would never call her either of those and woe to whoever said such in his presence) Harley Quinn and he decided a good old bank robbery would brighten his day.

Of course, he added his own brand of mayhem by putting explosive vests on the hostages and would occasionally threaten them by pulling out the remote detonator/dead man switch just to see them squirm…terror always brought a smile to his face after all.

Right now, he was taunting the police while hoping the bat would show up so they can continue their song and dance of him trying to kill the vigilante or fail in the attempt, which did often but let it not be said the madman let it get to him for long.

Indeed all seem typical this day except for one variable that no one could have foreseen, that variable being a young man in Stetson hat, leather jacket and black denim jeans who was glaring at the maniac with a look of utter contempt and hatred that only grew as said maniac once more let out his signature cackle as he taunts the officers while holding a little girl who could not have been more than seven years old at knifepoint while her mother was begging for her little girls life as Quinn held her down while wearing a manic smile.

Finally, the man had enough as he stood up despite being rushed by two of the clown's henchmen who began to order him to sit his ass back down or get pumped full of lead.

The man did not care about them, all he cared about was making sure the little girl lived.

"Hey fuckface! Feel like a big man don't ya!? How about you leave the little girl alone and pick on someone else you sick freak!" He shouts at the man thus earning everyone's attention and wondering if he had a death wish.

"Oh my, seems we have a hero in our mist Harley." The man's casual tone was betrayed by the bloodlust in the man's eyes as he threw the girl to the floor in lieu of this unexpected challenger and moved to approach him while twirling the knife in his hand while toying with the remote in the other making everyone pray he doesn't set it off.

"He looks like a grumpy one Mistah J." the henchwoman replies as she releases the woman who rushes to grab her daughter, she sent the man who had spoken up a look of both fear and gratitude.

"Indeed, he does my dear why we should do something about that shouldn't we?" The Joker replies with dark intent in the smile he now wore as he stood before the one who would dare challenge him.

"Why don't you both do everyone here a favor and go fuck yourselves?" The unknown spat venomously at the duo for all to hear, Joker was quiet for all but a second before he started cackling again.

"Oh ho the very cheek on you! Feel like your Batman do ya?" the white-faced maniac chortles.

"No, I don't think I'm Batman because he would just come in here and beat the shit out of you and let you go back to the nut house where you will later escape. Me on the other hand? I would make sure you are dead, buried, salt the earth, probably take a piss on your remains and then go on my merry to have a celebratory drink." Was the response given that made everyone question his sanity for mouthing off towards one of Gotham most notorious killers…though a few of the hostages did admire the courage being shown as well as hoped such a thing to happen to their tormentor.

Joker however was not as amused as he stabbed the knife in his hand into the impudent man's stomach.

"Guh!"

"You think you were funny, don't you?" He asks darkly as he pushes and twists the blade deeper into the upstart ignoring the potential "Well news flash! I'm the funny one! I make the jokes here!"

"Gah…more like…you are a joke!" The unknown man replies in open defiance despite his dire circumstances.

"You look like someone who needs to lighten up, here have a whiff of my posey." The madman says as he pushes the flower on his suit forward while giving it a squeeze.

*HISS!*

A stream of concentrated acid landed on the man's face and immediately began to burn much to the murderous clown's delight.

"ARGH!"

"Guess he didn't like your surprise Mistah J." Harley cheerfully says over the screams.

"Guess not my dear." Her boss comments as he pulls out a revolver. "Do take off his vest my good men." He orders his henchmen who do so after deactivating it.

*BLAM!* *BLAM!* *BLAM!* *BLAM!*

After the slugs perforate the man's chest all is silent again as the hostages look on in horror at the wanton murder just committed.

"There now, nice and quiet again." The Joker comments before he motions his men to remove the body.

"Ugh, guy weighs a ton!" One comments as he grabs a leg while the other grabs the other appendage and nods in agreement as they begin to drag the body away while leaving a trail of blood behind.

This would be the last time they would be seen alive as their corpses were later discovered once the stand-off ends with the arrival of the Caped Crusader and the Boy Wonder, though oddly enough the body of the man who had stood up to Joker was missing and the security room where the days going on was a wreck.

Hours later, Jack's Toy Emporium…

It was in this abandoned toy store/warehouse we find the Joker sulking, or as much as a mass murderer would do so, on a worn-down throne while holding an ice pack to his jaw as Harley massaged his shoulders.

"The stupid Bat and Bird ruined the punchline."

It was only minutes after he committed the murder of the unknown man who had decided to play hero that the dynamic duo had arrived and proceed to thwart his plans as they somehow jammed the remotes signal and then proceeded to layout his henchmen.

It was only through sheer luck that he and Harley manage to escape in a nearby armored car used to transport money…though of course it was empty just to add insult to injury.

"Cheer up puddin', I mean at least you got to kill that grumpy man, that was fun right?" She says soothingly as she knew firsthand what it felt to have his anger taken out on her.

"It's not the same! I wanted to kill all of them!" He shouts as he later winces in pain.

"I know Mistah J, I know..." she says in an effort to calm the madman "…hey why don't we go out, pick a random stranger and then you can torture them?"

"…no, I'm not feeling in a torturing mood."

"Want to go mess with Cobblepot? That always makes you happy and we can even take the babies and we can make a literal killing at the Iceburg lounge." She comments with a cheerful tone, that comment does get a better reaction from the man.

"You know what? That sounds like a lovely idea! Do we still have any henchmen left?"

"Nope, we had two but then they needed to be taught a lesson after they got uppity with you puddin'." She recalled as she watched him get beaten to death with his favorite crowbar.

"Oh yeah, they made such funny faces." Joker replies with a manic smile as he recalls them begging as he beats them to a pulp.

*Good times! * He thinks.

"Well might as well make an evening out of this, be a lamb Harl and get those mutts ready while I get my tools, one must always be ready when paying with the bird, a visit after all." He says in a cheery tone as he gets up from his pseudo throne to get his weapons of mayhem and murder.

However, ten minutes into his preparations he is brought out of his musings.

"P-Pudding…" He hears his right-hand henchwoman weakly speak, naturally he turns around to see what she wants and is shocked at the sight.

There was Harley barely able to stand as she held her stomach which was drenched in her blood.

"...run." was the last thing she managed to say before she collapsed onto the floor.

Before he could even process what had happened a pair of objects came hurling towards him, naturally he leaps to avoid them as they hit the spot where he stood. Taken a look he is again caught off guard as he takes in the sight of the severed heads of his pet Hyenas.

"Time's up Joker." Someone behind him speaks with dark intent.

Looking towards the speaker he sees a man deck in a uniform of black and gray with a crimson lensed mask that only revealed his jaw as the rest covered his face with the two-pointed sections where the eyes were extended out and upward.

But what really got his attention were the trifecta of metal claws coming out of each fist and were painted red with the blood of his henchwoman.

Not one to dawdle for long on questions the Joker quickly reaches for a nearby Machine Gun and unloads a salvo at the would-be assassin regardless of potentially hitting Harley.

The masked man quickly takes cover behind a crate and dashes into the shadows as the mad man empties the magazine. Not risking to take a look he quickly grabs another and reloads before he begins to search for his would-be assailant, not even sparing a glance at the woman as a pool of blood grows beneath her.

For the next few minutes Joker searches high and low around the building for this unknown assailant not knowing he was being stalked from shadows as the man kept himself out sight until the perfect chance to strike comes.

"Where are you!?"

"Scared?" The man mocks from somewhere behind him earning a burst of gunfire in his general direction.

"Nobody mocks me!"

"Missed me asshole." Again, the clown hears behind him and again he fires in that direction.

"Show yourself!" Joker screams at the dark.

"It's not so fun when you are the prey is it Joker?"

"Shut up!"

"Quivering in terror, wondering if this is your final day among the living."

Another burst of gunfire until it ran empty which forces the murderer to pull out his revolver.

"That's what all your victims have felt when in your presence but now it's your turn."

AT this point all the Joker's patience vanishes as he fires in all directions while screaming in fury until his weapons just gives off clicks instead of gunfire.

"Where are you!? WHERE!?" He screams in fury and even fear as this was not like when he fought the bat, no this was much worse.

"Right here." His opponent whispers just before…

*SNIKT!*

"GUH!"

…he looks down while blood spills out from where six blades have pierced his lungs. Slowly and painfully he looks behind him to see his killer's eyes hidden behind crimson and a stern look despite making his kill.

"That's not fair." Joker whimpers.

"That's what your victims probably thought just before you ended it with that sick laugh of yours." His killer snarls as he none to gently rips out the blades causing further damage to the dying madman who cries out as he falls to his knees.

"It wasn't supposed to be you…it was supposed to be the bat who kills me." He says out loud as blood begins to seep past his clothes and onto the floor, that comment earned a scoff from his assailant he now stood before his kill.

"Yeah right as if he would ever sink to your level, then again I can see how you would find that to be a victory, but like the song goes you can't always get what you want."

"Who are you?" Joker asks desperately as he loses strength.

The man looks at him for a moment before removing his mask, showing the stern look of a young man with dark brown & untamed hair and brown eyes that look at the whimpering killer with disdain, but what was most shocking to the Joker is that it is the face of the same man he killed at the bank.

"Friends call me Xander Harris, but pieces of shit like you can call me Wolverine." He says before putting the mask back on.

"I killed you…I killed you!" Joker screams in a final burst of rage.

"Jokes on you then." The now identified Xander replies before his right arm swings and then surges forward with only the middle claw out. There is one last spray of blood as Joker's head separates from his body, his final thought being how that was funny at all.

Xander simply stares at the corpse for a moment before he hears sirens in the distance, most likely attracted by all the gunfire.

"Well at least there no worse than Sunny PD." He mutters before he moves to take off, letting the police and more than likely the bat to discover his grisly deed.

Though before leaving he makes sure to stab the Joker's and Harley's head's, last thing he needs is for someone to bring that back from the dead by some crazy means which in his experience is possible given all the madness he saw in his time at the Hellmouth.

*At least the people of Gotham will have one less psycho to worry about. * He thinks with a small measure of satisfaction. He takes no pleasure in killing, that the last thing he wants to feel, but in the case of the Joker who has been left loose for too long? That's a whole another story.

It was at this point when his mystically enhanced senses suddenly scream danger and thus forcing him to stop as a bat shaped object becomes embed in front of him that all positive feelings evaporate.

A pair of figures suddenly land before him revealing the looming figure of the Batman and the more energetic form of Robin. The masked Xander could only sum up this latest SNAFU in two lines of thought.

*Fucking Hell. *

*This shit should only happen to Logan. *

THE END.

A/N:

So in honor of both the season and the ever present YAHF I give you this, Xander becoming the Wolverine of the DC verse (I leave it to you to decide which version you want, mine was from X-force hence the uniform). With the added bonus of him taking out Joker and Harley (I expect some will not appreciate that last one but frankly she is just as messed up as him most of the time) and of course Xander being found by the dynamic duo who will not yet knowing what he has done will paint a picture given he's soaked in blood.

Don't know if I will write this but I figure if I don't someone else can take a stab at it.

Happy Halloween everyone!