A/N: First DC thing ever...I MAY have just been sucked in by EVERYTHING and I wanna show my support for the Snyderverse through this.
It hadn't been a day, one damn day in Gotham, and Anna could feel the foreboding chill in the summer air. She made quick work of her armor and donned her sword, laso, daggers and shield. She made her way to the roof of the hotel she was staying at and flew to where the Shades were guiding her.
"The souls are there mistresssss," the main Shade said pointing to a shed in the docks.
Anna nodded and opened a portal with a swipe of her hand.
She heard laughing when she entered the, fairly large, shed. The laugh made her bones quiver in a way she had not felt in a long time. She ducked down behind some cargo boxes using the darkness to her will and keeping out of sight. She saw a white-faced man with green hair in a purple suit slowly pace in front of the two figures there were suspended in the air. They were both masked and caped. However, the one that surprised her most was grey/black suit donned by the batman.
'So this is the famous Batman,' she thought as she got closer to the trio.
The man, the clown, was pointing a knife at was clearly unconscious, which did not give her a good feeling. Men like the clown enjoyed a show. She had no doubt he was going to do something to them both. But from the looks of it, the clown's main focus is to torture the man dressed as a bat.
"And with the bat down, I can play with the birdy!" A white-faced man said his already wide smile getting eerily wider as he approached batman with a zapping taser.
"Stop!" the young man, Robin, cried as he valiantly struggled to get free from his chains.
The screams that filled the shed chilled her to her bones.
An injured, and clearly, exhausted batman panted as he came too.
"Good you're awake," the clown said in a high-pitched tone, "Was afraid you'd miss the show."
The clown put the taser down and picked up a crowbar.
"Too bad Harley couldn't be here to join the fun," he said with a sigh.
But before he could do anything, Anna threw one of her daggers at the hand holding the crowbar.
The clown screamed as the knife went through his palm causing him to drop the crowbar.
He went to take the dagger out when Anna said, "I wouldn't do that if I were you."
"And why ever not?" He asked
Anna's eye twitched and with the flick of a finger, an inky black tentacle wrapped around the knife and forcefully pulled it out tossing it in her direction.
"That's why," she said calmly as she caught the dagger.
She walked to the center of the dimly lit shed the darkness dancing like fog about her body as it licked her legs and arms. She saw the Shades circling, whom were they waiting for she didn't know, she just had to make sure it wasn't the two heroes doing a rather authentic impression of pigs for slaughter.
"So you're the famous, or infamous, Joker?" Anna asked nonchalantly.
The Joker grinned widely and said, "What's it to you sweetheart?"
He pulled out a gun and shot Robin point-blank in the stomach.
"No!" Batman yelled and grunted as he struggled to get to his partner.
Joker then began firing at her
Anna easily dodged and deflected the bullets using her bracelets as she ran towards the Joker.
He in turn pulled out another gun and pointed it at Robin's head..
"Come any closer sweetheart and I blow the boy wonder's brains out," he said cocking the gun as he moved to stand behind Robin.
Anna felt the Shades behind her hungry and hissing as they floated around the room.
Time seemed to slow as she made eye contact with the Batman trying to conveying that someone wasn't going to leave here alive.
He nodded and closed his eyes.
"You can't do it can you?" The Joker said cackling, "Can't or won't kill just like the Bat!"
Anna growled at him, how dare this mortal! She pulled her dagger between her fingers ready to throw.
The Joker cackled again and said, "Girly can't! Too good to kill are you!?"
Anna smirked at the Joker her eyes dark and predatory as she said, "You underestimate me for my sex. Typical man...You have one chance. Drop the gun and I'll consider letting you live."
The Joker cackled and pressed the gun harder against Robin's temple.
"I don't think so, I'd much rather kill him than that," he said and began to pull the trigger.
She swung her arm upward from where it lay at her sides, and with a twist of the wrist, the dagger went flying embedding itself into the Joker's skull.
Anna wasted no time and went to Robin, tore a piece of his cape of and added pressure to the wound.
She reached for the chain and pulled them apart with a firm tug.
Batman watching still in shock as this woman, the very same woman that had just killed the Joker, help his son down from where he hung.
"Is he alive?" He asked stiffly, then again after receiving no answer from the still occupied woman "IS HE ALIVE!?"
She heard his pain through the modulator and looked up after she'd managed to stop the bleeding.
"He'll be alright for now," she said rising from where she was kneeling over, a now unconscious, Robin, "The bleeding's slowed and I've done my best to stop it until he receives proper medical attention."
She turned to leave but was stopped by a hand to her upper arm.
She turned to the Batman a brow cocked, his grip on her arm tightened.
"Why did you do it?" He asked in barely contained anger.
"Most people say "thank you" and let things be," Anna said pointedly, "If you're asking about why I killed the Joker–"
"No one needed to die!" He yelled.
"What did you expect me to do!?" She yelled eyes glowing dangerously, "Incapacitate him while he held a gun to your partner's head? Risk Robin getting killed?"
His grip tightened more around her arm and had to be at least a little impressed, this man whoever he is is stronger than the average mortal. He reminds her for a moment of the soldiers of old who'd seen and done things no other being had done. This one though, she could see that he'd seen too much possibly at too young an age.
"Let. Me. Go," she said forcefully, punctuating each word, "The longer you try to convince yourself the Joker did not need to die, the less likely it is for the boy to live."
She pulled her arm from his grip roughly and stepped into the shadows, "And in case you forgot, I gave the Joker an out. He didn't take it and was about to bathe you in brain matter. If I hadn't taken the shot, so to speak, when I could then a real tragedy would have occurred."
Batman looked around the room trying to pinpoint where she was batarang in hand.
"Let me ask you this Batman," she said evenly, "Was letting the Joker live more important than the life of your boy? I understand the need of such a rival, but when they prove too much to handle and end insight is what is needed."
The fog of darkness lifted from the shed as she left, Bruce looked down at Robin and picked him up making quick work of getting him into the batmobile and rushing home.
/00/00/
Anna dropped into her room with a sigh.
"The boy shall live mistresssss," a straggling shade said with a bow.
"Thank you, now let's hope he doesn't think it wise to hunt me," she said as she took off her tiara and bracelets.
"He carries much within him," it said curiously, "He has evaded ussss for years, my lady."
"The Batman?" She asked putting her weapons away. She saw the shade nod and gave a small half smile, "He is an interesting one I have to say, carries a darkness I've not seen in a man in centuries. I think times are going to get more interesting from here on out."
00/00/00
"I must insist Master Bruce," Alfred said as he followed a limping Bruce to where Dick slept.
"She just...killed him, Alfred," he said as he sat on the chair next to Dick with a heavy sigh.
"Well, he was going to kill Master Dick, Sir," Alfred said lightly.
"She gave him an out," A hoarse voice said.
The pair looked to Dick both men breathing a sigh of relief that is awake.
"She gave him an out..." Alfred said confused.
Dick nodded with a wince, "She told him to drop the gun and she'd let him live. But the Joker being the psycho that he is, was, he just said that the best course was to just kill me."
Alfred had to lean against the foot of the bed when he heard this.
Bruce had a thoughtful look on his face but he looked a bit lost if Alfred did say so himself. He knew this was going to be an adjustment for Master Bruce, he just hoped it lay to rest a few of his demons.
"I thought this would've had a greater effect on you Master Bruce," he said instead of the former, "He had been a rather large part of Gotham's criminal underground."
"Oh it did," Dick said laying back down, "He was beyond pissed, but I passed out from the blood loss before I could see or hear anything else."
"She...made me chose in a way," Bruce said quietly as he stared off avoiding any and all eye contact, "After killing the Joker, she asked me if letting him live was worth the risk of losing Dick...of losing my son."
A/N: Let me know what you guys think! Feedback is always appreciated.