Hey guys back again with more of the good stuff, however there's no lovely smut in this one, just Joker at his best. Anyway I don't own any of the characters. They belong to DC comics and Chris Nolan, I just like fantasizing about them naked having hot sex...with plot fed throughout the whole thing. So yeah...reviews are love and thanks for reading!
Jim Gordon wasn't the type to look a gift horse in the mouth, especially after living in Gotham, but right now he was downright suspicious. Every major criminal in Gotham had disappeared and though Jim would like to believe this was due in part to his new plans laid down in his role as commissioner, he was almost positive, that he was not that damn lucky.
Before the incident with Joker and his madness, this would have been the time that Batman would have unwelded himself from the shadows and told him his thoughts or better yet, revealed the location of the criminals. Jim would have nodded at the information start to put in his two cents, turn, and notice that the Caped Crusader had already gone. Now, Jim was on his own, and though he knew it really shouldn't affect his ability to do his job, in all reality it did.
He looked down at the broken spotlight, and his stomach rolled in guilt. Gotham in its attempt to turn over a new leaf had gone after their one true hero in fine style. There were organized watches now, people that stayed awake in shifts hoping to see and detain him. He and his men had tried to dissuade people from doing the insane activity, but it hadn't really amounted to much. He imagined soccer moms and office dads tucking their kids in and then heading out to the streets in droves in pursuit of Batman.
" A lot on your mind, Gordon?"
"Hey Davis." A man in about his mid-fifties approached. He had been on the force for about twenty two years, and had snatched up a desk job, but he was still one of Gordon's most trusted friends. After what the Joker and Harvey had revealed about the true nature of his men he had yet divulge what had happened that night, when the Bat had become Gotham's most wanted.
"You look you have the world on your shoulders."
"No, it's just...Gotham just disappointed me is all. In all the time that Batman has been around he has not murdered one person. Not one. Without evidence, everyone's quick to believe he's murdered not one man, but several."
"You think he's innocent," the portly detective asked as he sipped his coffee.
"Not that, all I think is that given what he's done, doesn't he deserve the chance to answer for himself? The Joker may have been a maniacal bastard, but he was right, we cast him out like a leper. In a heartbeat we crucified him, why would he help us now?
"Because he's Batman."
"Maybe. But what if he's not? What if right now the mask's off and the man's given up?
"You think he'd quit?"
"Who's to stop him? Certainly not the people of Gotham."
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Batman never thought that he would ever find himself in such close proximity to two super villains and not be beating the shit out of them, especially the two were currently frenching each other against the wall. He glanced over at the pair, and then turned away. He could hold some semblance of dignity while he was in the batsuit. A low moan echoed throughout the small area and Batman looked over to see that Jonathan already had one leg wrapped around Joker's waist. It was with a sigh of relief that Batman recieved the elevator ding signalling the end of their trip down and the makeout session that would have progressed further had nothing happened.
"Come on Batsss," Joker said huskily as he moved Jonathan's leg from around his waist, "we've got a show to do."
With a whip of his long purple coat the Joker left the Batman and Jonathan behind as he briskly walked down the hall. Batman glanced around the elegant room. It was a lobby really, and was lined with large bay windows, sheer curtains trailing down to the ground, and grand furniture that would have looked at home in a palace. Chandeliers sporting diamonds hung every so feet, and the carpet was lush and extremely ornate, expensive enough to purchase several apartments. Bruce Wayne had stayed here often, it helped to aid his playboy illusion. What other purpose would a multibillionaire flirt have to stay in a hotel? This time as Batman moved down the familiar paths of the hotel he couldn't help but feel slightly out of place. The entire lobby was barren. Chairs were left haphazardly around the room, the check-in desk was devoid of activity, the ever present droll of snobby higher society was strangely absent. Only the Joker could achieve such absolute silence in a place like The Diamond.
Finally the three of them arrived at a small door. It read 'Backstage', but Batman knew it lead to the front of the ballroom. Normally this was the type of place that hosted political gatherings, banquets, charity benefits, that sort of thing. Batman was both curious and slightly sick at the idea that the Joker had made use of such a large room.
"Alright now Bat, I would just like to, uh, say...watch your step."
"What have you done?"
"Come on where's your senssse of adventurrre?"
"I think it's where mine is," Jonathan mumbled as he straightened his jacket.
"Ah-tatatata, now Jonny. You're gonna scare the, uh, guest of honor."
"Guest? Hardly."
Joker paused at the door and turned to look at Jonathan. If Batman had been any one else he would have shuddered beneath the gaze. Jonathan bit his lip and stepped back, bumping into Batman. After a few moments Joker's flat grey eyes flicked up to Batman once more, his tongue poked from his painted lips and danced along the edge of his scars.
"Joker..."
"No, I know what you're gonna say, but I won't,uh, spoil the surprise."
Joker turned and opened the door. Batman steeled himself, and once the door was opened wide it was all he could do to not gasp in surprise. He knew there was to be criminals, but he hadn't known that the Joker had invited hordes of them. They were moving along a buffet table eating,talking, cracking jokes, laughing. Sitting at large dining tables were mafia men, assassins, dirty politicians, and all manner of crooks. Batman's fists clenched sporadically at the sight of so many criminals together and not locked away where they belonged. Joker gave him a wink and a smile and proceeded to the front of the large stage. Upon his arrival the criminals applauded. The Joker grinned his glasglow smile looking even more menacing.
"Goooood evening my fellow crooks! I just wanted to,ah, thank you for being here tonight."
The Joker paused as more applause thundered throughout the room and if possible the Joker's maniacal smile stretched even further.
"Ah hmmm, a haw, hehehe, YES! You guys are a great audiencesss, and I'm telling you right now," the Joker spread his arms wide. It was the without a doubt the fastest end to an applause or any single joyous moment that Batman had ever seen. Strung in his jacket were dozens upon dozens of explosive devices.
"Ah, no more...clapping. You're, uh, starting to see the stakes now, arentcha? Now, now I know what you're thinkin'. What can the Joker possibly be up to? It's simple."
Batman glanced at the now terrified faces of the men and women. Tears were in some people's eyes, mouths were open, even the breathing had changed. Every happy emotion, every illusion of security, certainty, had vanished. Joker's mouth smoothed to a grim line though the scars were still prominent on his face. His eyes were dull and dead, like a baby doll's and his body was slightly hunched like some wild thing. The bombs clinked a little as he stepped forward and his shoes tapped against the hardwood of the stage, and Batman was sure that every click could be heard even in the back of the room.
"You belong to me. Thisss city and everyone in it answers t' me. I. Own. You." The Joker stretched out a gloved finger towards the audience. They all focused on the finger following it as it passed over them.
"Now all of you...get out."
For a moment they all simply sat and stared. Batman knew the frozen stance of the people to be shock. He wanted to step from behind his hiding spot, because he knew that not even criminals deserved to be scared this badly, but he didn't. Was this even wrong? If these people were to bow to Joker, and Joker was with him, was it all bad?
"NOW GET GONE, YOU FUCKIN' SHEEP!"
Screeches, screams, and all manner of clashes and clangs resounded throughout the room. Batman heard heavy footsteps, the sound of flesh and bone cracking against one another, and all of them were gone.
When the last person left Batman stepped out onto the stage. Joker spun towards him a smile on his face. "Happy, Bat. Maan? Or does it...botherrr you?"
"Bastard."
"No. See, I did this to show you...how futile it all is, how...meaningless. You think justice is what,uh, made those fuckers haul ass? They're not the real problem in Gotham, oh no. You pay attention to me." The Joker lept from the stage and walked towards the exit. Batman found that he couldn't move, could hardly breathe, either. Was he really so pointless? The Joker had straightened them in one single moment, and he had tried for over a year. Jonathan clattered around him, but he made no move after him. Once again he found himself without hope to cling to, without any idea why he bothered.
He found that he was suddenly, completely, and undeniably-
"Obsolete."