In a dark, black stoned room, a figure sat in an ornate, finely crafted throne. The figure's face was shrouded in shadow, as a pale skeletal hand drummed its fingers on the arm of the chair.

"So," began a high, cold voice as the drumming stopped. "That's where you have been. It's high time that this farce ends."

The figure recommenced its drumming, before they once again spoke aloud to the gloomy room.

"That stunt you pulled was highly amusing, I will give you that. It was truly a masterpiece, one that even I would have trouble pulling off single-handedly. However, that will not stop me from finishing what I started."

The figure leant forward, allowing the pale, snake-like visage of Lord Voldemort to shine in the darkness. A sinister grin covering his pale thin lips.

"After nineteen-years, I will kill you: Harry Potter."

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Screams filled the basement as a large hammer landed a heavy blow into the Death Eater's knee.

"Now now," a maniacal voice taunted, a white gloved hand pulling the wizards head up to face him. "As I said, if you don't play nice, you WILL play dead."

The cowering Death Eater couldn't help the shudder that wracked his already shaking body as he stared into the face of his captor. A mass of black hair framed a pale white face, emerald eyes glinting with malice as they stared down at his prey. A large, blood-red smile contorted the milky skin as the monster in front of him began to laugh once again.

"HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA HA. Now, I'm going to ask you one...last...time." The playful tone of the clown before him morphed into a menacing growl as his eyes narrowed.

"What does your master want?"

"You!" The Death Eater screamed, tears streaming down his face as he shook violently in his chair.

"He wants you and your family dead. He believes that with your death, no one will stand in his way to complete domination. That's all I know, I swear."

Harrison Quinn smiled as he patted the Death Eater's cheek.

"Now, that wasn't so hard now was it pumpkin?" He grinned, turning to a table to his left and grabbing a familiar weapon.

"What-what's that?" The trembling wizard asked, eyeing the strange instrument in terror. Still with that demonic grin on his lips, Harrison loving stroked his weapon.

"This, this is my trusty crowbar. A gift from my father, my real father that is. You may have co-operated, but you're still a Death Eater. And Death Eaters don't. Deserve. To. Live!"

The last thing that the frightened dark wizard saw, was a flash of metal flying towards his face and the mad, twisted grin of the monster before him.

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"Something wrong my love?" asked Stephanie, wrapping her slender arms around her husband's arm. The raven-haired ex-super villain smiled lovingly at his lover of three years.

"Not an issue my dear, just something from my past is trying to bother me once again." He replied, placing a small kiss on top of her honey-blonde hair.

"The only problem is, he threatened you and he threatened little Joey."

At the mention of their son, Stephanie looked into her husband's eyes, worry etched into her beautiful features.

"What are you going to do?" A maniacal spread across his lips, as his face morphed into that infamous Harrison Quinn: Clown Prince of Crime.

"What I do best my dear, I'm going to have some FUN!"

The sound of insane, twisted laughter reverberated in the air, as a silent declaration of war was answered.

Look out Voldemort, Harrison is coming and he's here to play...

Harrison Quinn: A Clown's Wizarding Wars Part 1 – A Clown's Return

AN: Yep, this is a thing. The Gotham arc finished long ago, but Harrison's troubles still live. An old enemy seeks to destroy his life, but he is ready for a new breed of evil. One that outclasses even his: The Clown Price of Crime is back, and he's here for fun...
Expect the first part September/October.