Ch13
It was the police this time. Gordon sat at his desk in a daze. He wished he had his gun here when one of his men, a rookie, pulled out a gun and shot himself through his head. The loud crack cleared Jim's head and he stood up. The other police stared at the pool of blood and brains on the floor. The office erupted into chaos.
A few cracks were heard from all around the buildings. Some has jumped head first off off the roof and died from the impact. Others pulled out revolvers against their heads whole those around them still thinking clearly attempting to stop them. Gordon was among them, and he hoped that Batman would come but it is broad daylight and the Bat does not come out during the day.
An officer was fond with his head in an overflowing sink. All in all, it was a terrible day. Hearing the gunshots and screams, media vans clotted the exit of the building, shouting questions and snapping photos. Shouting families also pushed at the crowd, desperate to confirm that their family member is alive.
Gordon pinched the bridge of his nose, and stood up. The media leeches screams his name as they bellowed questions. "This is a terrible tragedy..." He began "The GCPD offers grieving families their consolidations." He turned around and ignored the shouting from behind him. He felt tired, drained. How could this have happened?
Bruce Wayne sat, frozen in his chair as the entire broad stares at the big screen TV in the room, tuned to the news. The people in Gotham are calling this the police suicides. Gordon appeared on the screen to make a statement, but Bruce cannot hear anything. The death toll is rising, with around twenty one confirmed deaths so far. Seventy one, counting all the other suicides.
The deaths were all confirmed suicides, so the Joker could not have done anything. He is still lying on a bed with a bandaged head in the cave, he thought to himself. A strange thought enters his mind. What if the fire is causing these deaths? Bruce shook his head. What a ridiculous notion.
'I think that this meeting should be rescheduled," the voice of a broad executive piped up. The other broad members nodded in agreement, and Lucius cast a knowing glance at Bruce, and patted him on the back. Bruce headed back to the manor, hoping that the Joker did not wreck any havoc. At least he informed Alfred beforehand, just in case anything went wrong. The older man grudgingly agreed to let the Joker stay, and to stay out of the way. Bruce didn't tell him about the Joker wanting to kill Bruce Wayne.
Batman reached over and shook the Joker awake. The tape told him that he woke up sometime in the afternoon, but went back to sleep soon after. They are now spending as much time in the Batcave as they are in Joker's apartment.
"W-waa d'you waant, batsy~" The Joker groaned. Batman tried not to remember the spark of electricity he felt when the Joker kissed him last night, the taste of sweetness and blood and greasepaint dancing in his mouth. He cleared his mind. There are more important matters to tend to.
"Wake up." He told Joker before turning on the large TV in the room. The news showed a young reporter harassing a haggered Gordon. They watched in silence for some time before the Joker spoke up.
"Whoever did this is gonna, heh, pay~" Batman almost feel over. "Don't be so surprised, batty, it's not like I had a change of heart or something, me? I just don't like other people messing with my stuff." He gave Batman a feral grin.
"So, bats, who'deya think did this, then?" Joker piped up. Not meeting his eyes, Batman replied "I think this have something to do with the fire." He reprimanded himself. What a ridiculous notion.
"Well fuck me." Batman turned sharply towards the Joker, a reply frozen in his throat. "Just kidding, batty, didja really think I'm asking you to, ya know." The Joker is smirking at him, and Batman could not push away a small tinge of disappointment settling in his stomach.
"Fuck off." That was the first thing Batman heard after he called Gordon. He could hear the Joker laughing at him from the background. "Sorry, I've had a rough day." Batman replied that he did not need any apologies. "Do you have any idea what could've cause...this?" Batman frowned. This situation is entirely too bizzare.
"Is the Joker with you?" Gordon knew that if the answer was no the Joker would become the main suspect. This had to be caused by something. None of the police officers would have killed themselves like that, no. This is murder. "The Joker has been in the Batcave for last night and today." Gordon sighed. The main lead was gone.
"I'll be coming to get you." Without hearing the Joker and Gordon's protests, Batman headed out. Not before ensuring the Joker is strapped to the bed, though.
Watching the news on the big screen, the man grinned. "They still have not caught on?" He asked. "What idiots." "Quiet." The woman growled and the three remained silent while the news blared on the screen.
"Soon, Gotham would fall. And so will the rest of the world." A neutral voice said over the intercom.
"What should we do with the vessel once Gotham is ours?" The woman asked. "We remove the spell, of course." The voice replied. "Them we kill him. The new earth would need no police, no criminals, no businessmen or schools. Humans would learn to obey ans there would be a perfect society."
The smaller man smirked and a smile tugged at the woman's lips. The face of the third man remains passive.