It was a solemn day at Wayne Manor. An air of depression hung in the air as the news past from worker to worker. They cleaned, as usually, and kept the business running. It's what Bruce would have wanted.
What they didn't expect was the front door being blown up, the people screamed and waited for the smoke to clear to see who stood on the other side.
"Ladies and gentlemen, I regret to inform you that your jobs will no longer be necessary. Please collect your things and leave the premises in no more than two minutes." Joker held up a gun to the ceiling, aiming it at a chandelier. "Darling, what do you think about the chandelier?"
Harley tilted her head.
"Too tacky." Joker laughed and shot the chandelier down and smiled at the pieces flew in every direction. "Ladies and gentlemen," the people cowered in fear, "you now have 1 minute and 45 seconds. Tick-toc."
Lucy looked around, speechless. The ceiling seemed to go on for miles, it reminded her of a party she went to in high school. The salutatorian, Abigail Monderez, her parents owned a bunch of chain clothing lines in Austin, they were loaded. She had gotten an invite last minute and car pooled with her friend Kelsey. The party scene wasn't really her thing…back then. She spent the whole time in a corner pretending to sip at cheap alcohol. The party ended when the cops showed up and busted it up.
"Lucy?" Lucy snapped out of her trance, and looked at Harley who was looking at her like she was crazy. "Pick any room you want, sweetie. Daddy and I are going to clear out all the old…things."
On the other side of Gotham City, John Blake lead Vincent to a large government-like building.
"So, who am I supposed to be meeting?" Vincent asked a bit nervously.
"The most powerful person in Gotham City."
"I thought Batman was dead."
"She's more powerful than Batman."