Author's Note: Um . . . hi? Remember this story? Well, it's back! Sorry for taking forever! (bows) I lost my muse for this story and then started working on so many others that I . . . well, kind of forgot about this one. Anyway, please enjoy and expect frequent updates from now on!
I charged first and landed a punch. Joker was sent flying backwards. This would be the perfect time to let all of my anger and fury out. Joker regained his balance and chuckled dryly.
"Well Bats, you still have one hell of a swing," He remarked. "But, you aren't the only one with tricks." He pulled out a spray can and I jumped up into the air right as the green mist filled the area. It was poison gas and I knew I had to get Terry out of the area before it spread to him. I landed myself near Terry and saw that he was regaining consciousness.
"What the hell happened?" He muttered.
"No time to explain," I answered. "We've got to stop Joker." The younger man nodded and we both faced Joker.
"Not so fast you two," He chided. "We're still missing some guests!" At that exact moment, Harley entered on the scene, an injured Dana in his arms. Beside me, I could feel the fury coming off of Terry.
"Lookie what I found!" Harley exclaimed as she passed Dana into the Joker's arms."
"Well done, Harley!" The Joker told her. "And look, it's Wonder Woman too." The look on Diana's face will forever remain in my mind. It was a mix of pain, anguish, grief, and devastation. Never had I seen the Warrior Princess so low before. I wanted to kill Joker for causing that look. I wanted to give into my fury and destroy him, but I knew I couldn't. Just because Bruce Wayne could lose his temper, doesn't mean Batman could.
"So, Mistah J, what are we gonna do now?" Harley smirked at me and Terry and I felt my blood boil beneath my skin. "Can we take over this town?"
"Harley, my dear, we're gonna do that and more!" He laughed sickeningly and tightened his grip on Dana. "But, grab Wonder Woman and let's go." Harley grabbed Diana and I knew that she was capable of getting away, but she knew that Dana would be killed. She let herself be dragged off by Harley. The Joker followed her and his laugh echoed through the now deserted garden.
"Dana," Terry mumbled and he began to pace. "God, no, please, not her."
The only thing that I could process was Syntyche's prophecy:
Diana, Princess of Themyscira, will die and there will be nothing you can do to stop it, mortal! That is her fate!
"No," I mumbled.