~Him~
There's no way she knows."Her name is Rinae Isley, Poison Ivy's sister. She came to Gotham as a normal citizen about five years back." Barbara said through the earpice I was wearing. "She- Oh this is strange. Bruce listen to this, She's been pronounced dead at least five times, just this year." We're dealing with an immortal now? Great... Suddenly a secretary from City Hall stood up and yelled, "That's not Batman! That's Bruce Wayne!" Ringleader pointed at the closest one of her henchmen to Gina then to Gina herself. "Could you tell us all as much as you can about Bruce please?" Ringleader cooed into her mic. The guy handed Gina a mic. "Well... When he was little, his parents were killed on the streets. So he went into, like, a depression for a buncha years. So When he got outta the depressed phase he came back and took over his dad's business." She explained. "And when did Batman show his spandex for the first time?"
"Around the time Bruce Wayne came back?" She looked down at the person next to her for confirmation. "Yea around there." She said after getting a nod from the other person. "Bruce, make her feel like she's wrong! Use sarcasm to prove it." Barbara suggested. "Oh, you caught me!" I laughed putting my hands up. "Yes, I am Batman." I could feel everyone's eyes on me. "I have enough time to run around and catch bad guys all the time and run Wayne Enterprises too." I nudged the lady to my right. She laughed contagiously. Pretty soon everyone was laughing out of control. I looked down at Ringleader, who looked flustered, and laughed at her. "I'll give you all something to laugh at!" She yelled giving the man holding the animals a signal to let them loose. The people who got attacked didn't scream. No, they simply... Laughed.
~Ringleader~
I was sick and tired of playing games. The last three letters appeared on the screen as I made my way to the middle of the ring. I stuck my baton in the small hole that was there for this reason. I nodded at one of the guys that Rai brought to tell him to shoot if necessary. He nodded back to me and pointed his gun to the ceiling. He let his finger fall heavily on the trigger, spraying the ceiling. Those people who were unwillingly laughing were dead now and the animals sulked back over to Stu who had once reprehended them. For such a skinny guy he was strong enough to hold back five hungry tigers and three large Great Danes. Other than the empty shells falling to the ground it was completely silent. "'Bruce' can you read the screen for us please?" I asked sweetly. He rolled his eyes at me and everyone else looked up and read the screen simultaneously. "Jokes on you..."
"Silly Gotham! Why would I just get rid of buildings? You can rebuild them! But you all ? You've all got one life and you're losing it tonight! I hope you all enjoyed the circus of death!" I said as I used my staff to reveal the bomb that was in the room. I looked up to make sure the Joker and Harley were gotten out first.
~Joker~
"I need to get you two outta here." The guy behind me whispered. And it was just getting fun too! Citizens being mauled by dogs and cats, Batman's true identity revealed! I wanted to throw a dead rose at her! "And why is that?" Harley asked him. "We have five minutes before this place is blown to pieces." He explained calmly. That's when I heard the familiar sound of a gun wasting bullets I simply turned my back to him again and leaned back in my chair. The animals were back in the grasp of the tall guy, the people who were mauled were dead, (with a smile on their faces) and there was a bomb in the middle of the room. Next to her. Well I didn't know whether to clap and laugh or tell her that the people she thought were on her team were trying to kill her I looked up at the screen and it read "Jokes on you" I looked back over to Harley, who was being manhandled by the guy. "Puddin, I think we should go now…" she said as he tugged on her arm some more. I pulled out my switchblade and got up. I pulled her by her waist back to my side and slit his throat. "Mine." I thought as I searched his pockets. Harley looked over my shoulder to try and see what I was doing. "Harley. Go get the car." She hesitated slightly and ran out of the room. I found what I was looking for and ran after her. She had the car pulled around front and the door was opened and waiting for my arrival. "Where to?" She asked already stepping in the gas. "Six blocks east and three miles north!" She looked at me confused but complied anyways. As we rode off I looked back in time to see the ball of fire be tossed up into the dark Gotham sky.
~Harley~
She's finally dead. D-e-a-d dead. No more Ringleader. No more of any goddamn thing to do with her! "Ehh, Harls, Take us home!" He said after we watched the flames die out. I put the car in reverse and sped down the busy streets till we reached 'home'. Happy as a child Mr. J hopped out of the car and danced around the front humming a made up tune. He opened my door and held his hand out to help me. When I put my hand in his he kissed it and led me up to the door. I picked the lock with ease as we made our way to our bedroom. It wasn't much. A bed against the wall and an old scratched up dresser beside a window that overlooked Main Street. We were five blocks from Ivy's place on Concordia. Mr. J pulled me over to the bed and laid me down. "Good mood, Puddin?" I joked as he slid my pants off. He simply looked up at me and smirked. I laid back and closed my eyes to just enjoy what the night would bring me. I heard the unmistakable sound of his switchblade, then I felt the cold metal pressed against my hip and it started traveling downward. It was the dull side so there was no bloodshed. Yet. He cut off my underwear and kissed my hips. He moved up as he took off my shirt and hand cuffed me to the complicated metal design of the headboard. He dragged his blade upwards as well and cut off my bra. He straddled my waist, his clothes irritating my skin, and took my breasts in his hands. He played with them a bit before he let one go. He took his blade to the left one. He cut deeply into it. I could feel my blood running down the side and settling into the blankets below me. When he finished cutting me he used his thumb to erase the steady stream from my side and smeared it on my lips. "You're mine. You got that?" He growled into my ear. I nodded slowly. "Use your words Harley." He said getting aggravated. "Yes, Pud-" he slapped me hard which caused me to correct myself. "Yes, Mr. J."
He got off of me and walked out of the door, leaving me naked, bleeding, and chained to the bed.