Third Person POV
"Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming. I've called this press conference for two reasons. Firstly, to assure Gotham that everything that can be done about the Joker killings, is being done. Secondly is, that the Batman has offered to turn himself in. But first, lets consider the situation. Should we give in to this terrorist's demands?"
Harvey asked the crowd.
"You'd rather protect an outlaw vigilante than the lives of citizens?"
Asked a woman. The crowd agreed with her.
"The Batman is an outlaw. But that's not why we are demanding that he turn himself in. We're doing it because we're scared. We've been happy to let the Batman clean up our streets until now."
Harvey replied.
"Things are worse than ever!"
Shouted one man. Many in the crowd began to agree with this as well.
"Yes they are. But the night is darkest just before the dawn. And I promise you, the dawn is coming. One day, the Batman will have to answer for the laws he's broken. But to us, not this madman."
Dent continued.
"No more dead cops!"
Cried one cop. Others joined in.
"Very well. Take the Batman into custody."
Harvey said, stepping away from the podium. Everyone at the press conference looked confused.
"I am the Batman."
Harvey lied. The crowd gasped and clambered as Harvey was arrested. The police put him in a holding cell until they could take him to central holding. Rachel came in as he was being escorted by SWAT to a car.
"Sorry, I didn't have time to talk this through with you."
Harvey said as he was handcuffed.
"What are you doing?"
Rachel questioned.
"They're transferring me to central holding. This is the Joker's chance and when he attacks, the Batman will take care of him."
Harvey explained.
"Listen to me, this is too dangerous!"
Rachel told him.
"Once we get him to county, he's their problem. The streets will be cleared along your rout. Lets go!"
Said the commander of the SWAT team.
"He's using you as bait! He doesn't even know if he can get the Joker!"
Rachel argued.
"How do you know what he's thinking?"
Harvey asked. Police clapped as he was ushered to the vehicle.
"I just-I just do, I mean Harvey, this isn't just about you! What about all the people who are depending on you to clean up the city and to do it honorably-"
Harvey stopped her with a passionate kiss.
"Harvey, tell everyone the truth."
Rachel pleaded. Harvey climbed into the back of the vehicle and tossed his coin into the air.
"Heads, I go through with it."
He said with a smirk as Rachel caught the coin.
"Harvey, this is your life! You can't leave something like that to chance!"
Rachel said.
"I'm not."
Harvey replied, still smiling as they closed the door and drove off. Rachel flipped it over, discovering that it is two-faced. She sighed.
"You make your own luck..."
She said, smiling sardonically.
With Harley
Harley's POV
We looked around at the semi-trucks and I smiled at one.
"What about this one, boss?"
I suggested. Jack walked over and examined it. It had writing on the side that read, "laughter is the best medicine."
"No no no...this isn't quite what I had in mind."
Jack replied, shaking his head. I thought for a moment, then smiled. I spray painted a big red 'S' before the 'L' in 'Laughter', and it now read, "Slaughter". Joker smiled at it.
"You really do put the 'laughter' in 'slaughter' babe..."
I commented. He turned to me and pulled me close.
"Perfect."
He said, kissing me quickly before we found a man to drive it. We came to a road block and the driver honked his horn. A man came up to the window.
"Hey pal, you gotta wait like everybody else-"
Before the man could finish, Jack shot the man in the head and we continued on our way. We had other men in our operation set a fire engine on fire, blocking the SWAT's rout.
Third person POV
The SWAT in front of the pack of police reinforcements saw the fire engine and acted quickly.
"Obstruction ahead, obstruction ahead! All units divert onto lower fifth! I repeat, exit down!"
The leader of the squad said into his mic, alerting the others.
"Lower fifth? We'll be like turkeys on thanksgiving down there."
Another SWAT member commented. All of the vehicles did as they were told and diverted onto lower fifth. A cop car merged onto the road that some of Joker's men were on. The driver slammed into the cop car, sending the smaller vehicle in a dangerous direction. He went after the SWAT car escorting Harvey, ramming it as best he could.
"Jesus, c'mon get us out of here!"
Said the man in the passengers seat. The man rammed the SWAT vehicle again.
"Listen, we need back up. We've got company."
The man told the other officers. Another semi truck t-boned one of the SWAT cars, causing it to drive into the neighboring ocean. The "slaughtering machine", as Harley called it, parted onto the road next to the other SWAT car.
"What the hell is that?"
The passenger asked the driver. There was no reply as the sliding door of the semi opened, revealing the Joker. Along with some henchmen, was his little blonde harlequin with a ruby red smile on her full lips. The Joker shot at the SWAT car as the man behind it rammed into it again. Seeing that the bullets of that caliber only left dents, the Joker pulled out a shotgun next. This also had little affect on the vehicle.
"These things are built for that, right?"
Harvey asked the man next to him in panic and worry.
"He's gonna need something a lot bigger to get through this."
Answered the SWAT guard. Joker growled to himself, realizing what he had to use now. The henchmen handed Joker a bazooka and the clown aimed it at the SWAT car.
"What is that? Is that a bazooka?!"
The passenger in the SWAT car panicked. Joker shot at the police car in front of them, blowing it off of the road. The Batmobile appeared, charging at the SWAT car.
"Look out!"
The passenger urged the driver. The Batmobile drove past instead of colliding with the other vehicle. It then ran into the truck behind the SWAT car, causing huge damage to the garbage truck. Batman turned back around, trying to get back to the SWAT car while the Joker and his lackeys continued their assault on the vehicle. Joker loaded another shot into the bazooka and aimed again, this time hitting the bat-mobile. The SWAT car veered sideways on the road and the bat-mobile crashed elsewhere. Joker hopped out of the back of the semi.
"Harvey, Harvey, Harvey Dent."
He climbed up to the cab of a semi truck, the driver of which was dead. He helped Harley into the cab next.
"Oh, excuse me, I want to drive!"
He giggled, shoving the dead driver out and taking the wheel. The SWAT car got back on it's rout and continued away.
With Batman...
The bat-mobile was almost destroyed from the crash and Batman had to eject on the Batpod, a motorcycle-like vehicle.
With the Joker and SWAT...
Joker followed closely behind the SWAT team as it exited lower fifth.
"We need to get topside, we need air support, now!"
The man said into his radio. The "Slaughter" truck followed closely behind as the SWAT van.
"I like this job - I like it!"
Joker said, bumping along while driving the hijacked truck.
With Batman
Instinctively, the eject sequence was initiated. Batman escaped on the Batpod and the rest of the Batmobile self destructed.
With the Joker
Air support arrived and the Batman was closing in.
"Okay, rack 'em up. Rack 'em up, rack 'em up, rack 'em up."
Harley giggled into her walky-talky. Two men with clown masks on set up a rig to crash the helicopter. The helicopter ran into the two strong wires and began to spin out of control.
"That's not good..."
The SWAT man said. The helicopter headed their way uncontrollably.
"Okay, that's not good!"
The man groaned again as the helicopter crashed on the ground in front of them. They passed it and continued to take Harvey away. The Batpod emerged from an alleyway in front of Joker.
"Now there's a Batman!"
Joker exclaimed as the Batpod charged.
"Ooohhh. You want to play. Come on!"
Harley taunted with a grin.
"Come on!"
Joker growled under his breath. The Batman harpooned the trucks front bumper. Then he went under the car and bobbed in and out of street lamps before attaching the other end of the line to the asphalt. He turned back and watched. Joker looked back in amusement.
"He missed!"
Joker chuckled, looking at Harley. The truck suddenly lurched forward and the truck landed upside-down. Joker stumbled out of wrecked truck. Harley escaped quickly and changed into a cop uniform in order to get Rachel. The SWAT vehicle stopped and the driver grabbed a gun.
"We can't stop here! We're like sitting ducks!"
The passenger said. The driver ignored it and continued on out of the car.
"Come on, I want you to do it, I want you to do it. Come on. Come on! Come on, come on. I want you to do it, hit me. Hit me! Hit me!"
Joker roared at the Batman. The Bat charged at him but passed him, leaving the Joker unharmed. Batman crashed into a wall and fell off of his Batpod, unconscious. Joker clicked his tongue and walked over to his men and the Bat. One of the men tried to remove Batman's mask but was shocked by a volt of electricity. Joker laughed, mimicking the shocking sound and kicked the lackey before spitting on him. Joker climbed on top of Batman, ready to unmask him.
"Y'know, I never really got to get you back for kissing my gal...nows my chance, I guess."
Joker quipped with a grin. A gun was pointed to his head.
"Arrrgh! Could you please just give me a minute?"
Joker asked, irritated. He got knocked onto his back to reveal that it was James Gordon holding him at gun point.
"We got you, you son of a bitch!"
Gordon barked triumphantly. Joker released his knife and waited to be taken away. Soon, news reporters came up to Harvey.
"Harvey, how does it feel to be the biggest hero in Gotham?"
One reporter asked.
"Oh, I'm no hero. Gotham's finest, they're the heroes."
Harvey answered.
"But you and your office have been working with the Batman all along..."
Said another.
"No but I trusted him to do the right thing."
Harvey replied.
"Which was?"
The man inquired.
"Saving my ass."
Harvey stated. He finally pulled away from the throng of reporters and was escorted home.
With The Joker
Gordon walked into the department.
"Stand away, all of you! I don't want anything for his mob lawyer to use, you understand?"
Gordon shouted at the officers surrounding the holding cell that the Joker sat patiently in. The mayor walked over to Gordon with a look of surprise on his face.
"Back from the dead?"
He asked, shaking Gordon's hand.
"Well, I couldn't risk my family's safety..."
He explained.
"What do we got?"
The mayor inquired.
"Nothing. No matches on prints, DNA, dental. Clothing is custom, no labels. Nothing in his pockets but knives and lint. No name, no other alias."
James replied, his tone slightly disappointed.
"Go home, Gordon. The clown, well keep til morning. You'll need your rest. Tomorrow you take the big job. You'll be Commissioner Gordon!"
He said with a smile, while the officers around them clapped in congratulations. Another officer threw a fat thug in the holding tank with the Joker. The thug complained of stomach pain but none of the officers listened to him.