Bold = Past conversation
Chapter 25: Appraisal
"What do you think about God?"
"God?"
"Yes, God. Do you believe in him?"
"If there is a God out there then kudos to him for creating us but I see no reason in worshiping him… and if there is a God then… I truly do hate him."
"And why's that Alisa?" Johnathan fixed his glasses, gleaming up at his patient.
"Because he's so cruel and unsympathetic to his creation."
Batman trailed after all of the leads he had come up with. He suspected that the Kid had something to do with the mass kidnapping so he sought his answer through them. Right now though, he was at a dead end. All of the leads turned out null. Batman was hopeful that the current lead would actually be fruitful.
"I find God very… what's the word?" Alisa paused "Sardonic".
"And why's that?"
Batman slowly halted his tank in front of a dilapidated old building. It didn't look very welcoming at all. Batman looked about for an entrance but was rather alarmed to find that the old building was open. In fact when he neared the front doors became ajar like someone was waiting for him on the other side.
Batman weighed his choices but he was desperate; he entered the building and as he did the door groaned loudly as it further opened, giving away his position to whoever was inside with him. It was pitch black inside.
Batman followed his senses and a foul stench assaulted his nostrils. His instinct telling him to run out of there. It was the smell of dried blood and surely when Batman reached out for the wall he felt a pattern on the wall.
Growing tired of the games Batman pulled out a torch from his belt and found an arrow on the wall. It was pointing him in the left direction. He followed and found a series of arrows. Little by little, he started to see light at the end of the corridor. He hesitated when he reached the doors. He didn't know what was on the other side and currently Batman was terrified. His gut was telling him that he was not about to like what was on the other side.
"Sir, there has been an assault on the GCPD. Commissioner Gordon was just reported to be missing, along with several other officers." Alfred chimed in.
Batman, still hesitating at the door, replied "I'll be there soon. Let me finish up here." He paused once more "And the Joker?"
"Because he only gave us, humans, free will and yet expected us to follow his rules" Alisa chuckled "And everyone knows that with a free will also come chaos."
"Also… missing, Sir."
Batman found a nearby vent and decided it best to use the vent instead. He needed to finish up here quick before the Joker acted, for only God knew what he would do now. He crawled through the cramped space and came in view to something horrific. There were three glass cylinders in the room, all of which held live human beings within them. They filled the gigantic warehouse. Two cylinders stood close to each other whilst the third one stood behind it as if to spectate.
"Bats sure does know how to make his play dates wait, huh?" Joker cackled.
"And what do you believe is the purpose of that?" Crane queried.
"Simple. God clearly gives us choices whether they are good or bad."
There, above all, Joker dangled. He was suspended by chains and had a noose around his neck.
In the first cylinder was Gordon, his officers, and all of the missing peoples. In the second cylinder were all of the missing children of Gotham and in the third cylinder there was Scarecrow, Penguin, Black mask, Dead shot, Death stroke, Riddler and a wax figure of Harvey Dent; complete with the burn scars and all.
"And it is said we were created in God's image" Alisa cocked her head innocently "so then it is clear that God must be as chaotic as his own creation."
Batman retreated from the vent. He fell to his feet when he came out of the vent and found himself in front of the door that he had hesitated to go through earlier. They were expecting him. Kid was expecting him. It could've well been a trap but he had to take his chances. Half of Gotham was behind those doors waiting for him-
"Master Wayne, don't tell me you are going to go in there?" Alfred tapped in to Batman's suit "It's clearly a trap"
"I have to Alfred, they're waiting for me to save them".
Before Alfred could protest Batman went through the doors.
"God, if there is one or many, is just as insane as us all"
"Batman!" Gordon called out, however soon his voice drowned out with the crowd's roar of plea.
Just when the noise level rose to its peak, the speakers turned on and someone tapped the microphone.
"Testing, testing. Batman I'm so glad you made it here" a disguised voice vibrated through the whole room.
Before he knew it Batman was in a spotlight. His eyes stung briefly but he brought a hand to shield his eyes, tipping his head slightly.
"As you may or may not know I am the Kid and I wish to play a little game with you." The spotlight was turned to the first cylinder "The more the little people scream the more they fuel the electricity beneath the little children's feet. Oh, don't worry. The more the children cry the more the electricity runs beneath the other people's feet. So, you know, it's fair."
"You're crazy!" bellowed Batman, his voice laced with distress as the people screamed more in panic and the children cried, equally as loud.
"Oh Batsy. If I weren't crazy, I'd be insane."
Joker jerked his head towards Batman, "Bats how about you come and hang around with me? There's a great view from here" Joker cackled some more.
"Oh Batman. I almost forgot: you see those doors? If one is opened then the other fry."
Batman walked over to scrutinize the cylinders. Only the first two cylinders had doors, the third which held all the criminals did not have any entrance. What was the point exactly?
"Oh, I forgot to mention! The noose around the clown's neck will tighten with each passing minute and by the end of the sixty minutes, he will hang. Let's see who you will save first, and as witness I have the lovely locals."
Funny, the Kid wanted Batman to save one, if not all, of the groupings and had made it near to impossible. Batman was stumped. This 'game' that Batman had been flung into so abruptly was just so sudden; it made absolutely no sense.
There were two doors and he could open nether for he would murder the other. He was given the choice of either saving the current generation of Gothamities or the future generation.
"Sir, if I may, the floor beneath the cylinders is being powered by several generators just outside near the batmobile." Alfred suggested "You could cut off the power supply."
"No, it can't be that easy. It's never this easy with people like him." Batman grunted.
After a few moments of silence (between Batman and Alfred) Alfred suggested again "The Kid mentioned that the noises fuelled the power supply as well-"
"There's too much disorder, Alfred. Even if we managed to quieten them down something would set them off again."
"The Kid didn't mention the proper purpose of the criminals, Sir."
"He said that they were the witnesses"
"Witnesses?" Alfred's curiosity couldn't help it.
"Witness who Batman would save, Alfred."
"Master Wayne, what of Joker?"
Batman frowned internally "I don't know. But he's going to die if I don't do something-"
Something grabbed Batman, no, Bruce; something had gripped Bruce's fragile heart. His heart pulsated when he looked over to the second cylinder and watched as all of the children bawl their eyes out. There were young teenagers and even infants in there.
They were completely terrified, absolutely panic-stricken to the core, scared witless for their lives. They may have been children but they were very well aware that they were going to be in a lot of pain soon, very soon.
Maybe it was the fact that Bruce too was in such a state of fear when his parents passed away that made him even more determined to save these people. These innocent children. They didn't deserve to be caught up in this war of good and bad.
Much was at stake here.
"Oi, Batman. Maybe you don't know this but there's a clock ticking so if you want to save any of these sorry sods, I suggest you hurry up" Penguin sure did pull Batman out of his musings, and he was right.
"Batman, could it be that you are in need of my services again?" Crane implied, he always did love using his fear gas and his silver tongue.
Time didn't wait for anyone.
There was another uproar of panic as the floor beneath the civilians started to spark here and there. The terrified wails of the children was growing stronger and stronger.
What was even more saddening was that the civilians were in such a state of trepidation that they were more willing to save themselves than the children across from them.
Ten minutes had passed already, somehow. He had only fifty minutes left to save these people.
Batman switched on his sonar eyes and scanned the area. He was going to get to the root of this problem. He was not going to let anyone of them die at all.
He would not allow that. He didn't want any more death than there already was. He thanked Fox for improving this sonar vision; he was no longer dependent on Fox for being his eyes.
There! On the second floor stood one man. It could be him or it could be another trick. Kid never stated that he couldn't leave the room. He just said he had to save the people. Batman literally bolted out. As he did the crowd went wild. He had to work fast before the people killed themselves.
Before the doors closed he heard Riddler call out for him "Detective, where are you going? The puzzle is absolutely simple!"
"Coward!" Death stroke spat at him.
His heart thundered as he closed the distance between himself and the Kid. His palms were sweating profusely and his mind became fuzzy with anger. His leaped over the stairs just as his heart leaped in his chest. He could end it all here: this madness. This chaos. This disease.
Batman kicked down the door and he came face to face with a man.
"Batman" he turned and beamed at him "I am Tullio, also known as the Kid. I am-"
"Let them go" Batman interjected, not wanting to hear his crap at all. This man, this sick man, needed to be stopped.
He stood there looking so smug in his black trench coat. He looked so condescendingly at Batman.
Tullio shook his head, and began to chuckle, the chuckle turned into a full blown fit of laughter. He doubled over and slapped his knee. He wiped the sweat from his upper lip and grimaced. He was not used to having a clean face. He missed his little moustache; but then again it wasn't really his choice to keep it or not.
He pushed back his curly hair and stood to full length once more, "I'm afraid I cannot do that, Batman."
Batman raised his fists "I can help you with that"
Tullio chuckled and began to circle the room "You see Batman, this is your test. You must pass it. If not then I'm afraid I'll have to close this one and open another…" his hand rested on a big red button.
That caught Batman's eye. It was almost in a flash he recognised it. He couldn't believe what he was seeing. Next to the red button lay a piece of parchment. It looked as if someone had yet to finish the message but the writing, it was similar. It couldn't be…
Batman glanced between the button and Tullio's eyes "Don't."
"Make me" Tullio said, slowly. Daringly.
Batman reached over in his belt and pulled out a few batarangs. He threw one directly at Tullio's palm, the very one resting on the button. Tullio gave a shout of pain and clutched his hand to himself. He then began to pull out the batarang from out of his palm and dashed it somewhere across the room.
There an opening! Batman launched himself at Tullio and tackled him but Tullio kicked him straight in the groin which stunned Batman temporarily; which gave Tullio an opening to land his blows on Batman's face.
Over and over again Tullio punched Batman in the face and torso. When Batman fell to his knees Tullio took to kicking him in the gut. However, Batman soon began to defend and managed to grab Tullio's elbow and pulled him forward.
Tullio lost his balance and fell forward, his face fell right in Batman's fist, which then earned him a broken nose. As his blood start to pour Tullio pulled back his arm and punched Batman again, this time he punched him right in the ear to disorientate him.
Batman fell on his back and Tullio took this chance to sit on Batman's stomach and beat him even more. Batman felt his head connect with the floor several times. He then raised his forearms to his face and waited. He waited until Tullio's blows started to slow. Then Batman struck. He grabbed Tullio's shoulder and flipped them over. He slammed Tullio in the ground several times.
Batman got to his feet and grabbed Tullio by the collar "Where is she?" he roared.
Tullio spat some blood at him, one of his tooth fell out as well "Wh- who?" he pulled a bloody grin.
Tullio grabbed Batman's shoulder's and head-butted him. Batman released Tullio and staggered back which allowed Tullio to grab the forgotten batarang and swung at Batman. Tullio missed several times but caught him in the hip.
Batman grunted and grabbed Tullio's arm with the batarang. He twisted Tullio's arm behind his back and kicked him. Tullio dropped the batarang and fell forward. When Tullio raised his head; it was slammed back down with Batman's foot upon his head.
"WHERE IS SHE?"
Tullio laughed "Who?"
Batman kicked him over so hard that a snap echoed in the room, followed shortly by a screech of pain. He had broken one of Tullio's ribs.
"Alisa!"
Something within Batman dropped when he saw Tullio's dull eyes slowly shine. They shone with such cruelty.
"Oh…" he breathed hard, seeing as his lungs were bruised and all.
Batman's own breathing started to even out. But his eyes still held all the rage within him.
"Why-" Tullio gurgled and grimaced in pain "Why would you… care? Huh?"
Batman grabbed him from the collar again with an animalistic growl.
Oh déjà vu!
"You- you want to know where that…" He paused catching his breath "…that woman is!"
Tullio began to reach in his pocket for his little blade. "I'll tell you about her…" he nodded "But first let me…" He breathed again "Let me finish something first." He pulled out his knife and began to stab Batman repeatedly in the gut. He punched him in the hip (where he had stabbed him before) for good measure.
Batman fell to the ground clutching himself. His red vision began to blur and he saw Tullio dash for the red button. Batman quickly grabbed Tullio by the ankle, which made him lose his momentum and accidentally pushed the blue button instead of the red button beside it.
He didn't see it. Batman didn't see it. But he heard it. The moment the blue button had been pushed the cries of anguish and panic rose and penetrated his ears. Striking fear into Batman's heart.
The children were being fried whilst the civilians stood by and watched in horror. The cries of the thousands of children struck his heart over and over again. They were wailing out for their parents: for anyone, anyone that would help. Anyone that would take the pain away.
But who could?
Soon a silence hung over the building. A thick tense silence. The silence was sliced by Joker's clowny voice "Look at them sizzle! Ha!"
Batman pulled out all of the might he had in him and got to his feet. Somehow Tullio had gotten away, and he had left a trail of blood behind him. Batman looked over through the window and found that not only were the civilians affected greatly but so were the so called villains. The doors were now open and the civilians hesitantly began to pile out.
As for the children: they in a panic started to stamped towards the door and as a result were piled up against the door, which as you can imagine was a grim sight, especially as the bodies started to slide out now with the doors open.
Kid had own. Again.
As for the bad guys, their cylinder had been taken underground somewhere. Usually, Batman would've followed but his health was in need of his attention: he wouldn't kill off the Batman.
Insane laughter soon reached his ears; laughter that he was all too familiar with. He looked for anything that would put the Joker down on his feet and away from the noose and he was beginning to gag on. He found a lever with a picture of a hook going up and down. He took this risk and pulled on the lever. Unfortunately, the chains as well as the noose suddenly ripped apart and Joker fell. As he fell he waved his arms around and began to cackle like a hyena.
He fell into a chute and wasn't seen or heard from again.
Before Batman could find out where the shoot went his attention was pulled to one of the officers that had wandered off looking for an exit and had found a way up to the second level "Bat- Batman. You… you did this? You pushed the button!"
To be fair, it did look as if Batman was the one who had pushed the button seeing as he was the one closest to the table of buttons.
"What's going on Phil?" Another officer came, he, like the last officer jumped to conclusions "Batman! You sonofabitch. You killed all those children! You killed them, didn't you?" The officer pulled out his gun and began to shoot.
He had no choice, there was no other exit. Batman pulled out a smoke grenade and knocked out the officers. He had to get out before things got any messier.
As he ran towards the Batmobile he could hear other officers chasing him and Gordon shouting out orders to stop. Batman hopped in the Batmobile and bounced away. Batman wasn't a fool: they were going to pin this on him and he wouldn't be able to do anything about it as all evidence pointed towards him. The knocked out officers, this retreat. This wasn't going to end well.
Already, Gotham thought that Batman had killed Dent.
"God is no different from us Humans when it comes to insanity."
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"This just in! Thousands of children were pronounced dead last night as they had been electrocuted to death by none other than the Batman. Sources say that the Batman, the very man who was held responsible for the late DA's death, Harvey Dent was seen fleeing from the scene."
"Sources also say that the Joker was also seen entering the Batman's tank alongside with him-"
The TV was shut off abruptly.
Gordon felt the wrinkles in his face deepen as his face was often in a form of a frown these days. First, Dent. Now these children. How many more deaths were they going to blame the Batman for? Why couldn't they see that he was fighting for the sake of Gotham?
Gordon sighed heavily, and took another sip of his coffee "So you're saying you saw the Batman actually push the button?"
"Yes, Sir. I have four other officers who can back me up on my story, Sir" Phil said clearly.
"And were you not in the prison as the same time as me as well as the other officer's?" Gordon raised a brow.
Phil hesitated "Y- yes Sir. But I saw his hand hovering over the buttons, Sir"
"That does not mean he actually killed all those children though, does it, son?"
"Pardon me Sir but he killed Harvey Dent. What do you think would've stopped him from killing all those children Sir?" Phil pointed out his chin, stubbornly.
His fat partner also added "Yeah! I mean the guy dresses up as a Bat and he even helped the Joker escape, Sir!"
"Not to mention he knocked us out before we even pulled our guns on him."
They were lying. All of them.
Gordon took another sip of his coffee and leaned back in his chair. He knew that neither of them had actually seen the Batman push the button but their hatred for Batman wouldn't allow them to see straight. They just wanted to see the Batman behind bars. If only they knew that he only meant good. If only they knew Batman like how he knew him.
"Alright, you're dismissed!" Gordon waved them off.
As soon as the doors closed he leaned back in his swivel chair and rubbed his face, setting down his glasses on the desk. It was too early for this. It was all too much. It was all just too much to ha-
The shrill rind of the phone pulled Gordon into the sick reality that he was living in. He stared at it for several moments before picking it up abruptly.
"Commissioner Gordon"
"Jim"
Gordon sat up in alert "Barbara! What's wrong?"
"Jim. Jim, is it true? Did he really kill all those kids?" his wife's voice cracked as she sobbed.
"I- I don't know, Barbara. I don't know. No, he wouldn't."
"You have to promise me, you will bring him in Jim."
Gordon was silent "Jim that could've been our boys too. That could've been my boys-" she broke off crying her eyes out.
Gordon was silent. He couldn't bring in the Batman. He couldn't bring in his friend. That hit home. That hit Gordon hard.
"Barbara-"
"Jim, we have to end this madness. He's the one who brought this madness upon us."
"Barbara. I can't promise you that."
"Then this is goodbye. We're leaving and we're leaving Gotham tonight for good."
"Bar-" the phone line had been closed. Gordon felt numb. He didn't know what to feel. His wife had just left him because…
His wife, Barbara had left him, with the kids. Why would you do something like that? It's not like Gordon could control everything that happened in Gotham all by himself.
True to her word, that night when Gordon arrived home, it was empty. The only one greeting him that night was silence and despair.
Or was he?
As Gordon fell on his couch with a beer in his hand a voice spoke up. Louder than his cries it was. Gordon snapped his head up and looked in every corner of his living room. Then he tensed when he noticed one of the arm chairs had been pulled back into a dark corner: how did he not see that? It didn't help that it was midnight and a particularly rainy night.
"I remember when my wife left me" the voice spoke "Calm yourself Gordon. I'm not here to kill you."
Gordon squinted. The shadows covered the person's torso: all he could see were the person's suited legs from the knees downwards and their gloved hands.
Gordon relaxed his body but he was still on the edge. His gun was just on the counter so if he had to-
The intruder pulled back their hand and revealed his gun which made his stomach drop "If you're looking for this, its right here." They placed it on their knee and let it rest there.
Gordon gripped the beer in his hand harder.
"I'm don't bite. Not all the time anyway" they chuckled.
Gordon looked them over again "What do you want?"
The voice was silent "I heard you're wife left you. So, I just came to talk. It's always tough."
Gordon was silent for another moment "how can I trust that you won't kill me?"
"If I wanted you dead, you would've found a bullet between your eyes the moment you stepped through the door." They chuckled again "If I really wanted you dead I would've had your early morning coffee poisoned." The person pointed at him and chuckled and that's when Gordon saw the jaundice skin beneath the glove. Either this person was really old or just plain sick.
Gordon felt his stomach drop even lower.
"So, I'm being nice here. I actually came all the way here, back in Gotham, to talk to you"
"Is that all?" Gordon quickly added.
"Yes" the voice said.
Another pause "So you're not from around here?" Gordon gulped down his cheap beer.
"Not from around here?" the voice chuckled again. "I was born and raised here. Gotham is my home."
"Why'd you leave?"
The voice was silent for a very long time and for a moment Gordon thought he hadn't heard him, but it spoke again "The Kid is a real pain in the rear, know what I mean?"
Gordon grunted "Oh, I know. You know the Kid?"
"Know the Kid? I raised the Kid."
Gordon choked on his beer "You… raised the Kid?"
"Yeah. Didn't think the Kid would turn out like this though… It's a shame. The Kid was such a tough kid." The voice sniggered slightly "He didn't have a good mother, I guess that's why. The Kid just wanted a good mother."
"You said your wife left you. Did she take the kids?" Gordon tried to contain himself, as he was reminded of his current situation with his wife.
The voice was quiet once more "Yes. She left me and she tried to take the boy with her… but I didn't let her. I tried to keep the boy, tried to keep him safe. But she still took him."
Gordon bowed his head and the voice spoke again "I didn't even get to say goodbye to my boy." The voice struggled, it could clearly be heard through the gaps. "My boy… now look where he is."
"Did you get over it? Your wife and your boy?" Gordon asked, hesitantly.
The voice was awfully quiet and when it spoke again it was so cold "I thought I did." Pause, "But these things they don't just hurt the body, they hurt the soul. They hurt deep. Something like that: it doesn't just go away, it carves you up and creates a monster."
"Did you ever see them again?" Gordon asked, unknowingly hitting a nerve.
"Never."
Gordon slumped down in the couch, "You're wrong."
"Wrong? The voice asked, humorously.
"Not everyone turns into a monster-"
The voice began to laugh. The laughter began to echo off of the walls and attacked Gordon; but for some reason Gordon felt that the voice was not laughing in humour but more so in pain.
"Wrong? If I were wrong then people like the Joker wouldn't exist. People like the Kid wouldn't exist."
Gordon was silent and let the voice ramble "It's this damn world. It turns good people into people like Joker and Kid. People think they are monsters but they're not monsters. They're just humans who refuse to conform. They're humans who are just so angry at the world that they want to burn it to ashes. They were people who used to give a damn about everything and now they don't have a care in the world for anything. Not even themselves."
There was a shift and Gordon could only think that the voice was shaking its head "They're humans. They show these self-proclaimed sane people just how capable a human being can be. They show the world how capable an angry person can be. They're not insane. They're just very capable human beings."
Gordon felt something rile up in him "Are you with them?"
"No."
"Why not? You seem to understand them perfectly and their cause." Gordon pointed out.
"*Don't ask me to describe my pain,
I'd never finish with the task;
I told myself, to ease the strain:
'A little sleep is all I ask!"
Gordon must've had a confused look on his face for the voice replied "Concerning a bore who called himself his friend by Charles Baudelaire. He's a fine poet."
"But you still haven't-" Gordon was interrupted when the hand pulled up their hand.
"It's late and you have a big day ahead of you tomorrow, I suggest you go and rest, besides I too am tired."
"What do you mean?"
"What do I mean? Do you really think that the public is going to stay put with the death of all those children? Besides those sheep believe that the Batman did this. Knowing the Kid, Kid is probably going to do something dramatic. Kid does love drama."
Gordon looked towards the clock on his right. The voice was right, it was really late and he did have a long day ahead of him. When Gordon looked back to the voice to his left he was gone. Gordon looked down and felt a lump grow in his throat when he found his gun just centimetres away from his hand on the armrest.
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"Dear Gotham. I am the Kid. I wish to have your attention and hopefully I do have your attention. It is true that I killed all of the mobsters in Gotham. You see, I am not your enemy, I am your friend. I simply wish to rid Gotham of all of the bad and right now I see that you have a problem on your hands. I repeat, give me Batman not the man beneath the mask."
The broadcast was all over Gotham. It was in people's houses, apartments, work place, bars, everywhere. Everyone was watching from adults to children. They all watched curiously.
"Right now you're problem: the Batman, I can get rid of. You simply have to hand him over to me. You see, I understand your pain. I understand why you made your mistakes. Why you trusted this degenerate known as the Batman. I promise if you give him to me, I will take care of him."
Gotham went wild. Gotham was literally splitting in two.
Gordon was in a pickle. Had he known this were to happen he would've had the voice help him in some way. As he entered the conference room he came in earshot as to what was being said.
"Batman first took Dent from us. Now he's taken our children from us. We must remove this rodent before he takes anything else from us!"
The crowd went wild. Cheering, whooping, and protesting.
As Gordon entered the room he found a familiar face; one he did not want to see right now. The speaker's voice began to drown out as two eyes locked on him.
"Gordon"
"Dr. Sandres"
"Where is my patient?" she asked coldly.
"The Joker is lost amongst-"
"That's not good enough!" she interjected, coldly. "I must say though, finally people are beginning to see reason."
"You must be very pleased" Gordon referred to the current situation of Batman.
Suddenly, Gordon felt chills go down his spine as a very sadistic grin formed on Sandres face "Wouldn't you like to know" she grinned from ear to ear and walked off. Her shoulder's shaking as she began to howl with laughter.
Someone tapped him, "Gordon you're up".
Gordon followed up the stairs with a heavy heart. He couldn't believe that he was doing this, "To the vigilante known as the Batman, we are all here requesting that you turn yourself in to the police preferably tonight. If you do not turn yourself in you will be found and you will be trialled for your crimes."
He didn't want to do this but what choice did he have? People were rallying all over Gotham to have the Batman turned in. Gordon only prayed that Batman would stop the Kid by this time, at least he prayed he did.
Unfortunately, night fell quickly and the Batman did come. He swooped down in from the dark.
Just like clockwork all of the officers had their guns aimed at him. In fear of an attack from the Batman. Some officers were astonished that the Batman was actually real: they thought he was a mere myth.
Just like Dent he was taken into a van, but with more hostility towards him. Just like Dent he was transported to the meeting are just that this time there was no Joker to crash the party. This night was Batman's doomsday.
Gordon watched as Batman was handed over to the army of the Kid and it took every fibre in him not to pull out his gun and shoot at those heathens.
Before Batman was taken he gave Gordon the look.
Gordon knew what it meant. It was a goodbye. It was a knowing look. It was a look that said "I forgive and everything's going to be ok".
Several miles off in the outskirts of Gotham, there sat Joker. He had been brought here and dumped here by the Kiddies. The Kiddies were the Kid's little workers. They hadn't fed him or even batted an eye towards him. They just left him in an empty room.
Finally after much time the doors opened. Joker looked over curiously from his corner. At first he did nothing but stare but decided to go anyway. He followed the bloodied arrows and found a TV in the middle of the room. It wasn't any fancy old TV or anything. Just a plain TV.
Joker waved his arms as if to ask 'Now what?'
Before he could move towards the other rooms the TV turned on and there in the middle it said Kid.
"Joker" the disguised voice greeted him, which in turn made Joker laugh "You must be the famous kid!"
The Kid ignored him and continued as he was on a tight schedule "I believe I have something of yours. Your Doll: Alisa."
Joker stiffened, his voice coming out as a growl "Is that, uh, so?"
"Yes, and I am willing to give her back to you-"
"Really? That's really generous-ah of you!"
"On one condition."
Joker's grin formed into a deep frown "What-ah?" His excitement transformed into rage.
"You must get me either the Batman or…"
"Or?" Joker took a step closer to the TV.
"Or Harley Quinn."
Joker felt the fire within him burn brighter.
"Have fun, you have six hours to find them and give them to me."
To be continued…
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