A/N: Three years later

Sorry, sorry, sorry for the absence, I know I'd say I update but these two (three?) weeks were a true nightmare! Anyways, Part 5 is composed of only two parts, this one chapter and the epilogue. I posted them simultaneously because really I feel like they're Epilogue Part 1 and Epilogue Part 2, but it's kind of hard to combine them because of the time jumps.

The clock was unforgivably loud from the other room. Missus Haggard muttered some curses to herself, barging into the room.

"Theses bloody youngsters, will sleep even through Judgement Day, nothing wakeses them up..."

The old, bulky woman harshly took the "youngster" lying in the bed and abruptly turned her around. The women submissively rolled over on her side, eyes wide open.

"Ah," Missus Haggard snorted, placing her fists on her hips. "Not sleeping, aren't you?"

Winnifred's wide, blue eyes slowly lifted from her matron's dull, pink apron to her annoyed, angry face.

"What did you say about Judgement Day?" Winnifred's voice was still hoarse from sleep. Missus Haggard waved her hands at her in exasperation.

"Never mind!" She trotted back to the kitchen, voice echoing in the apartment.

"I said that you'll sleepes right through it, Wendy!"

Winnifred smirked and lowered her feet to the ground. She desperately wanted to sleep through Judgement Day. Yet if she would, she would reproach herself until the real, less important Judgement Day comes.

They ate in silence. Well, Winnifred ate in silence. Her housekeeper was chattering away the usual routine. Breakfast took Winnifred only a few minutes.

"By the way, Wendy, why you goeses so early?" Missus Haggard noticed, turning away from the bubbling pot and lighting up a cigarette. Winnifred smiled, taking her dishes to the sink.

"I don't want to miss Judgement Day."

"Pardon?"

Winnifred simply chuckled, quickly kissing Missus Haggard on the cheek. The old woman lightheartedly shrugged and turned back to the stove. Miss Wendy Lewly was a one of a kind woman, yet sometimes her strange jokes were too much for her housekeeper to comprehend.

Winnifred wordlessly walked down the sidewalk. She eyed the constructors tumbling next to a destroyed skyscraper, blown up a couple of days ago. Sighing, Winnifred glanced left and right and quickly crossed the street, approaching the grand courtroom.

The police were fumbling around him like terrified ants. He sighed. All this useless commotion. He leaned his head back on the bars and closed his eyes. The words formed all by their own.

Our dear lovely Freddie,

Three years. Long time no see?

I never chose the name. I just never said the name you know. They just went along with the most obvious.

Do you hate me? There, in the woods, I didn't know. I still don't. I killed, yes I killed, everyone you loved, not sparing even our dear Lottie. Why then didn't you hate me?

You know, they call me mad. I'm not mad. I just stopped believing in things. I hate to say things, but sometimes I didn't believe in you either.

Gotham Outskirts didn't have any rules. Is this why you didn't hate me? Because there was no underlying rule about hating a killer?

Do you want to know why I kill? It calms me down. Sometimes I still see you, and you can't bear the killings.

Before I was disgusted, then I was forced into it, and now...I enjoy it. I know, you're probably horrified, but hey, it's only stage one. One day you'll move to the second stage, and then to the third. Who knows, maybe there's a fourth? I didn't reach it yet, even though I learn quick. Maybe you'll reach it first, I don't know.

Human life isn't worth at all. Not until those last moments when the people reveal the truth they frantically conceal every single day. You know what I saw in you, when you thought that I was going to kill you in that forest? I saw the wild desire to live. Not an idiotic attempt to save the money, fortune, or honor. You love life despite that it doesn't love you. And in the moments when life kicked you the hardest, you didn't put a gun to your temple. I'm content. I'm happy.

I found myself a new entertainment here. Mister Batman… he believes in the good of people just like you did once. I proved you wrong, didn't I? Except I wanted to break only one of you, not both.

Did you hear about Johnathan? Now, that's one fine criminal. Calavera wanted to pressure him into stopping his negotiations with Falcone, but I killed Calavera. Couldn't stand him.

I've seen Johnny yesterday, when the cops trudged me to this cell. He looks even more composed than usual. I'm pretty sure he didn't notice me.

There was a sound of keys in the keyhole. Heath slightly opened his eyes.

Even if they lock me up, Freddie, I'm not sad. I have nowhere else to go. Besides, it's pretty easy to escape from this padded cell.

I never changed, Freddie. I was always like this. And I never wanted to kill you. Yes, you know me, know me much more than our friends from classroom number three.

Always yours,

Heath

The metal handcuffs snapped on his wrists. The cops roughly jerked him forward, trying to hide their fear. Heath submissively walked forward, passing other cells. He noticed Johnathan in one, leaning over the wall, arms crossed on his chest. Heath abruptly stopped. The piercing blue eyes behind the glasses narrowed, before brightening with recognition. Heath's lips curled into a faint smile. He resumed walking.

They entered the courtroom. There was a sound of shuttering cameras. Heath smirked and allowed the cops to lead him to the right spot. His thoughts involuntarily drifted to his first court trial. Heath quietly sighed and sat down on the bar dock. He looked around. This courtroom was way more grandeur than the one at home. It's okay. Heath turned around and began inspecting the crowd, curious. All those pumped up gentlemen and ladies...Heath's gaze reached the right side of the room, fourth row, and froze. The judge called order and Heath turned around, a slow smile creeping across his face.

Winnifred wordlessly listened, hands tightly clenched together. Heath was so mad, mad to the point that his words made absolute, perfect sense. This captivating, genial madness, not the wild makeup and scars, is what made Winnifred so terrified and agonized. The court was short compared to his first one. A quick bang of the mallet, a quick sentence of lifetime imprisonment. Just like in the first one.

"Miss, are you all right?"

Winnifred jerked and glanced at the young man, most likely some billionaire, sitting next to her.

"Excuse me?"

Winnifred followed his gaze down on her hands and the small droplets of blood. Winnifred hastily broke her spasmodic grasp, hiding her bloodied nails inside her pockets.

"Yes, sir, I'm well." Her gaze drifted back on Heath, leaving with the cops. Heath's brown eyes bore into hers. There was nothing but immense happiness. Winnifred sadly smiled.

"You know him?" The young man asked her, also following the Joker as he left the room. Winnifred quickly glanced at him.

"No." She quickly stood up and left the courtroom.