Author: Logan Roberts
Disclaimer: The characters of Dick Grayson, Barbara Gordon, Cassandra Cain, Roy
Harper, Bruce Wayne, The Joker, and Harley Quinn belong to DC.
Rating: PG-13
Story Synopsis: I understand that there are currently two schools of thought
regarding what the Joker did after he shot Barbara. In this story it is
assumed that in addition to the pictures she was raped. This is about what
happens after Dick learns the whole truth
Feedback: This is my first Fic so be gentle. Public feedback is welcome.
Please send critical feedback to my e-mail.
Thanks: To Charlene for letting me bounce some ideas off of her and editing and
keeping me correct with all facts.
Truth & Lies (2/3)
I reentered the cave after picking up some items from my room. All of
the sudden it felt so alien, like I was seeing it in a new light. Everything
was tainted. I went and suited back up, placing some extra equipment into my
right boot. The holster didn't feel right. Every time I have thought about
firing my weapon, it has been a moral dilemma. It goes against everything I
have been taught. But knowing what I know now, how can I rely on what HE
taught me. He kept this from me. They all did.
The bike ride back into the city took forever. Everywhere I looked, I
saw her pain, and his smile. I had once thought that the Bat was obsessed with
him, now I understand. There is no humanity left in the Joker, no morality. I
knew this before, but I didn't realize how deep it went. He isn't human. He's
an animal, a savage killer with no sense of right or wrong. He did this on a
whim. He destroys so many lives on whims, and none of us have ever been able
to stop him. Which is worse, allowing him to live and continue to hurt others,
or doing this?
I hit the city fast and hard. There wasn't much information. Quinn
had been out for a while but hadn't been heard from since she escaped. It was
so frustrating, no matter what I did or how hard I tried there were no leads.
I began patrolling their old haunts and still nothing. It hit about five in
the morning and I knew I needed to get back before daybreak and get some
sleep. I decided to try one more bar hidden in the back streets of Gotham.
Paydirt. After ruffing up a few patrons and breaking a few arms, legs
and noses, someone squealed. Word had it that Quinn had been looking for some
new flunkies from outside town in an attempt to stay hidden. I got her
location and left. It wasn't very far from the bar so I decided to handle this
now. I was jumping rooftop to rooftop, no lines. It felt like I was flying.
I used to love doing this. After Bruce and I would fight it always cleared my
head. It didn't work this time.
I made it to there and just perched for a minute. It was an abandoned
office building. There were no outside guards, probably all asleep by now. I
pulled my 9 mm from my holster. It felt so heavy in my hand. His words came
to me, "never take a life." He always said that it was the only thing that
kept us from becoming what we fight. But sometimes we must become our enemy to
defeat it. I pulled the slide back and chambered a round and replaced the
gun. It was time.
There were two guards on the inside. One was asleep, the other was
reading a comic. Taking turns I guess. I slipped in with no problem. I came
up on the conscious one first and pulled a escrima stick. Knocked him out
clean and tied him up. I then tied and gagged the other one without waking
him. I could faintly hear the hyenas in the basement. I walked over to the
door and also began hearing Quinn's voice singing a lullaby to them. I pulled
a gas pellet out and threw it down the stairs. Thirty seconds later there was
no more noise. I then turned to the office door and opened it, there he was.
I have to say that I think this was a first. The Joker was sleeping,
not knocked out from gas or force, but asleep. I walked over to him and pulled
my 9mm. It was time to end it. End all of the suffering and misery. I looked
at that grin, raised the gun, and pulled back the hammer. It was time to end
it for good.