Ch2

-Two years ago:

The first hit was a bomb, placed strategically within the cafeteria of Gotham Central Elementary school. Sneaked in by a woman dressed in a lunch lady's uniform, it was surprisingly easy. The bomb went of precisely at 12:15 pm, where most of the students are congregated in the immediate area.

Other, smaller but still deadly explosives were hidden in the corridors, timed to go off after the first in the panic that is sure to follow.

Said lunch lady was no where to be seen. The bomb went off. Out of the three thousand students and hundred or so teachers and various other employees, two thousand survived.

That day is one that Gotham would never forget. It was a tragedy, a mess. Most of the Gotham City Police Force, most notably Commissioner Gordon vowed to find out who it was that did it. The world watched, silenced by the horror.
-

People have tried to tell Gotham who did it. Letters were destroyed. When searching on the internet all the results came up for the news. All the results apart from the reason.

It was not that people were afraid to tell- Select Few were simply too strong. The death of thousands of children was a demonstration to the world. That they can do what they want.

But people still try- and fail. Computers were hacked, words was blocked, and at one point even searching up the news outside of Gotham was illegal. Gotham, at that time, was entirely isolated. With no helpers.

Air traffic in and out of Gotham was constantly ceased. Although the city did not know why, they did try to beat the rules. They found that all the aircraft in Gotham Airport has been interfered with. Boarder control is set up- there is no escape.

People watched in horror as Gotham City became a dystopia. Secretly, they sighed with relief that it was not them.
-

In the wake of this horror, and with no outside help at all, Gotham grieved.
In their grievance, Gothamites turns to one man they know they can surely blame. The Joker. They say that the Joker is the man that planted the bomb that attacked the school that attacked the children the future of Gotham.

Nevermind that even with all his insanity- the Joker could not have stopped information flowing through the city. Whoever did this, could.

Still, as they pointed their fingers and accused, the man himself sits, and laughs, every time his name is mentioned on the television yet again.

-
"Oh! How pathetic!" Joker giggles, as the anchor once again states his fury over the 'tragedy.' Hehehe. What happened is a sad, sad, thing, is it not?! They dared to use his name!

Nonononono, Joker taps the table with his fingers, the other inmates eyeing him with caution- not even allowed to eat with utensils.

Oh, yes, the attack- he would love to take credit for it, but the way the true perpetrators went with such an unimaginative way that is makes Joker sick to his stomach. They could have at least added some smiley faces to the dead kids! Pssh. Amateurs, the lot of them.
-

Still, he was not surprised, not one bit, when the Batman comes marching in with commissioner Gordon and all their self righteous fury.

"What. Did. You. Do." Batman all but growled at him. Little ol'him! All handcuffed and not able to do anything! These people are so mean.

"Nothing, bats!" Joker grins, stretching himself over the table, plopping his elbows down with a 'thud!'
"You killed thousands of people."Batman growls. "Children."

The Joker drops the grin, mouth forming a frown. "If you would have listened, Batman, I did say that I. Did. Not. Do. It." He hates being accused of committing a crime he did not as much as people taking credit for his killings.

"Then. Who. Did." Batman roars back, dragging the clown forwards by his collar. He has always lost his temper around the infuriating man.

"Who knows?" Joker answers back, tilting his head sideways. "I've been stuck in this shit hole for the last...last...oh, look, the last two months! Rolling his eyes at their sheer stupidity, he looks the Batman in his eyes.

Blue met green. Batman backs away slightly, throwing the Joker down back into the hard plastic chair, leaving the madman cackling at how easy it was that Batman just lost it- because of him! Oh joy oh glorious day!

Well, looks like the Bat is not too happy to see him- whoopsies! But the story can continue on another day.