I pull out my grappling gun, and shoot it at the next building before leaping off and swing towards it.
I land on the roof easily, and I run off it to another and another for a while. I stop when I get to a building that was across the street from a bar. I pull out my AK-47 from it's hiding spot, and load in a magazine. I turn off the safety as I steady it towards the front door. A couple of Joker's men are supposed to be here, and they've been working for him for quite awhile longer than most usually do.
I'd like to end that streak.
These two are the last of the other men that have worked with Joker in the past. I've killed the rest of them already.
"Come on, old men!" I whisper as I impatiently watch for them. "Stop drinking bad beer, and get your asses out here!" Huh, that rhymes.
I can hear footsteps behind me. I grin as I pull out my other gun, and point it at them without turning my head. "You sound a little out of breathe, Batgirl."
"Oh, please." She huffs as she stands over me, and with perfect timing, the two thugs walk out.
"You have got to be kidding me." I mutter as I put away my pistol, and aim at them both. I quickly shoot them in the chest a couple of times, and I duck out of Batgirl's kick. Her heel almost hits the chin of my helmet, and I smirk as I purposely fall off of the building. I salute her as I do so, mocking her enough that she actually growls. We've never had a really great relationship, not even before I died, but I don't really care anymore.
One of my flying toys comes out of nowhere, and I land in the driver's seat perfectly. I fly off, grinning in victory at one part of my plan going right.
"Thank you, stolen alien tech." I chuckle as I fly near the harbor, and hide the stolen alien technology under a bush. I love alien stuff.
What am I doing over here? Well, this is where the clown has been hanging out. This specific small cruise boat called 'Jokes on You'. Typical.
I hang the AK-47 on my back, and pull out my two pistols as I watch the boat for a little while. I can't hear anything or anyone from the boat, or see any heat signatures of people either from the computer in my helmet. Humph, that's not a first. I should just blow it up.
Someone suddenly grabs the bottom of my helmet, and pulls back on it. My head snaps back hard as the helmet comes off. I catch myself with my hand, and I flip around to shoot directly at my attacker.
I immediately start shooting when that familiar cackle echoes in my brain. "Oh what a catch! A little red bird popped into my nest!" The green haired, ashen face with that crooked red smile of the clown appears when he walks from the cover of the trees nearby. Joker is twirling my helmet on his finger like a basketball, and I grit my teeth.
Memories of the Joker kidnapping me as Robin suddenly flip through my mind, and soon turn to the massive beating he had given me with a crow bar. I remember the pain and the fear that I had experienced, and the defeat that I felt when I saw the timer of that dynamite that was sitting next to me in that abandoned warehouse.
Three…Two…One…Gone.
"Someone's a little out of it tonight, aren't they?"
I blink a couple of times as I realize that I've been pulling the triggers on my guns when my magazines were empty. What? Why am I…?
Something sharp pierces my legs, and a green smoke bursts in a deep cloud around me. I immediately begin coughing as I fall to my knees on the ground. My vision was being invaded by darkness, and my body started to feel numb. I'm fighting as hard as I can to stay conscious. But, I collapse onto the ground, and as my eye lids close, I can hear that nightmare cackling.
Three…Two…One…Gone.