Earlier that night

Four policemen still stood by Joker's cell. Once their shift was over another group of four would take their place. Gordon didn't want to take any chances since it was The Joker. The very next day they would take him to Arkham Asylum where he belonged. Joker's condition hadn't changed. He still sat there without as much as a yawn. One of the officers would bring him a tray of food but he never touched it however they had to bring him a tray whether he ate it or not.

The time had come again to feed the prisoner so one of the officers opened the cell door to bring him the tray of food. The officer placed the tray by Joker's feet then picked up the tray of old food to take back however he didn't notice that the plastic Spork was nowhere to be seen. When he turned around to exit the cell he quickly received a few stabs at the neck with the sharpened Spork. He panicked and held the wound allowing The Joker to grab the gun in his holster. As soon as the other cops rushed to apprehend him they were given a bullet to the head. Joker left the cell and the officer to bleed to death on the floor.

The Joker retrieved his clothes and in the process killed five more police officers. Once he was back in his suit another officer had tried to apprehend him but he shot the man's foot then hit him on the head with his gun, knocking him onto the floor. He took the officer's gun then stomped on the man's face until he was dead. He entered the evidence room to grab his knives and there was a policewoman waiting for him. She drew her gun on him immediately.

"Drop the gun!" she yelled. The Joker smiled for the first time since leaving his cell and dropped the gun. Her hands trembled from being in the same room as him.

"Am I making you nervous, officer?" he teased.

"Shut up and turn around." He did as she said.

"You know I already killed nine of your friends and that was just for my suit," he chuckled. She slowly walked towards him.

"I said shut up." She reached down and grabbed her handcuffs out.

"I can hear the handcuffs shaking. You should really take a deep breath and calm down."

"I said shut the hell up!" She reached for his hand but he quickly turned around and grabbed her by the shoulder. A shot was fired from her gun but it hit the wall in front of them. The Joker grabbed her shoulder and then rammed her face against the wall, breaking her nose. He pried the gun from her hand and hit her with it dropping her to the floor. He pointed the gun at her and laughed when she closed her eyes.

"Do you think I'm going to shoot you? Oh no no no no no no. That would be too easy," he grinned. He grabbed her handcuffs and cuffed her hands together. She turned over on her stomach as he searched around the evidence room for his knives. She struggled to crawl towards the wall until she received a swift kick to the ribs. "Leaving the party so soon? Why I haven't even given you your party favor," he said as he flipped her over back onto her back. Now with the knife in his hand he stared at her in her fearful eyes. "Say ah." She kept her mouth closed so he twisted her already broken nose forcing her to scream and when she did he shoved the knife inside. Tears streamed down her cheeks and she let out a loud scream as he sliced the ends of her mouth. Joker laughed maniacally as he walked out, leaving her to yell out of pain and bleed from her mouth.

Many of the officers were out on patrol so there weren't much left at the station. Joker walked through an empty police station after he killed a couple more policemen. His laughter could be heard all throughout the building alerting any living officers that he was coming. Joker shot one of the glass windows of an office leading one of the men to the noise. He surprised the man from behind by piercing his back with the already blood warmed blade. Once he pulled the knife out, he grabbed the officer's head and twisted his neck. Another policewoman shot at him; this time nicking his arm. Joker took shelter behind one of the walls.

"You got blood on my suit!" he yelled. "Oh wait there's already blood on my suit," he giggled. The place grew quiet after a while so she moved up to check on her friend who was on the floor. The Joker popped out from the wall behind her and fired a bullet into her neck. "Freeze!" he shouted when she fell to the floor. "Wait, am I supposed to say that before or after I shoot you?" He walked up to her and kicked her gun away. "Who cares? It's all the same to me," he chuckled as he carelessly fired another bullet into her head.

The Joker strolled through the police department and stumbled upon the office of Commissioner Gordon. He giddily opened the door and entered quietly. The office was big with a large desk in front covered with many papers.

"Oh Commissioner," he said. "Are you in here?" He grabbed one of the frames on the desk to find it filled with a picture of Gordon and Barbara in her wheelchair. "Memories," he sighed with a big grin on his face. He turned around only to receive the butt end of a shotgun in his face. James hit him hard enough to make him crash over the desk and fall hard onto the floor. Jim immediately pointed the shotgun on Joker only to see him knocked unconscious. He held the gun on Joker and reached for his radio.

"I need all available officers at GCPD now! I got officers down and The Joker in custody. I need-", he yelled out in pain as he felt a sharp blade penetrate his thigh. Joker was again on his feet and fighting Jim for the gun. It was pointed into the air as the two of them struggled for it. Joker let go with one hand and grabbed the knife sticking out James's thigh and twisted it in his leg. Jim shouted again from the pain then the shotgun was pulled from his grasp. Joker hit him with the big gun right on the side of his cheek, bringing him down.

"Oh Jimbo," he said as he pulled the knife from his leg, "so nice to see you again."

"I'm gonna kill you, you son of a bitch," James grunted.

"I missed those empty threats of yours," Joker giggled. He wiped the blade clean of blood and stared at it with such admiration. "You should know by now that the only one that does the killing around here," now he locked eyes with Jim, "is me," he smiled. "Yours has been long overdue, my old friend. I figure since the real bat is dead then you should die with him too."

"What're you talking about? He's not dead." The Joker's smile faded.

"You don't know?"

"Don't know what?" Joker then violently lifted the injured Commissioner onto his feet and pushed him against the wall. Joker pressed his elbow against Jim's throat pinning him against the wall.

"That isn't Batman out there!" he yelled angrily. "That is a phony wearing his suit! Using his toys! Driving his car! He's nothing but a pretender! A cheap imitation! He had me fooled for a bit but you?! How could you not see it?!"

"You're out of your mind."

"I always thought you knew who he was but I guess I was wrong. The only one who really knew him was me."

"He's going to stop you, you psychopathic scum." Joker's smile returned.

"That's where you're wrong, Jimbo. There is only one Batman and he would stop me but that isn't him. That isn't my Batman. This pretender is destroying his memory and he has to die." He stuck the blade against Jim's neck. "It's a shame you won't be there to see it though," he smiled then slid the blade across Jim's throat. Blood flowed down his neck from the wound as he struggled to gasp for air. Joker let him collapse to the floor holding his neck. He bent down next to him and pulled his hand away from his neck. Joker touched gently touched the wound, wetting his hand with blood. "I want to make sure that when they find you," he colored in Jim's lips with his own blood then drew two lines at the ends of his mouth, "they know you had as much fun as I did," he grinned. He stood up straight still looking down on the Commissioner. "Oh and don't worry about little Barbara, Jimbo. I'll tell her how much you love her. Besides I think it's about time ol' Uncle Joker had another look at the flimsy spine of hers again." As he walked out he laughed hard enough for his voice to haunt the halls of the GCPD.

Gordon couldn't lift his hand back up to his throat because of all the blood loss. His vision became blurry and he could feel the life leaving his body. The final image he had was that of his daughter Barbara when she was still a little girl and the two of them had gone to the park. It was a sunny day in Gotham that day all things beautiful were enlightened. What he'd give to say goodbye to her but life was cruel. Gotham had her beautiful days and horrible nights. Unfortunately for Commissioner James Gordon, he would die on the latter.