To take out the trash
Seriously, as if anyone could take the place of his bird. That rat didn't even smell like feathers, it moved all wrong, worse, it smiled wrong! No, no, no way this was going to be Robin.
And yes, he totally gets to vote. After all, without him, there wouldn't be any Batman, right? So Robin is entirely his fault as well – and his.
Aw, his Robin… He cried so beautifully, and fought lovingly, even when he didn't have a chance (he never did).
And Batman let a rat take his place? Without even asking him? No.
Thankfully, he was a grown man, he took the matter into his own hands.
Now, no more flying rat, it had been put back where it belongs. With garbage. Or anywhere else than in his bird's colors.
Yes. He had to show the Bat how useless the rat was, and transforming him into garbage was the easiest way to do so. And the best way to transform human being into garbage in the eye of everyone – because it already was garbage to his eyes, oh yes – was to kill it.
Rat killed, no more featherless Robin, no more unnerving smirks, everything was back to its place!
The Joker grinned at the rising smoke from the explosion in the valley below. The trash had been taken out, now, he could go bird-hunting again. He wondered if the 'Haven was as interesting as Gotham…
Or, well. Maybe he'd just go bat-hunting. That kept being his favourite hobby, in the end. Big bird wasn't half as cute as when he'd been 12. Something looked broken in his grin, and it hadn't been broken by him. Outrageous.
sosososo
Hello guys!
I caught up with my writing and I must admit I don't have any other idea for the moment, so that's going to be the last chapter for the time being. Don't ask me if there's going to be another because the truth is, I don't know yet ;) If you have ideas or questions, don't hesitate to ask, it might inspire me!
FYI, I'm currently working on a more conventional fanfiction, so you'll hear about me again. I must warn you though, the style will be quite different!
Thank you for your support!
