Who: The Joker and the City of Siren's Port
When: After Sirens
Where: Wealthy sectors and surrounding areas
Summary: Joker's controller locks up, the Darkness goes berserk
Warnings: Violence, gore, monster shenanigans and the Joker
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Therein walk only daemons and mad things that are no longer men, and the streets are white with unburied bones )
It didn't take him very long to hunt down the Joker. Not this time. Not when he already had a good inkling of how he moved.
"Joker!" he called out, throwing his voice outwards. "Your vacation is over, and your cell is waiting for you."
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The sound of Batman's voice should have filled him with elation, he knew. But it didn't.
"Oh...it's you. Lame."
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And his words... Bruce's eyes narrowed, unseen behind the cowl. The tension around him thickened, and he took a single step forward.
"Where is Harley Quinn?"
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He stared fixedly at the building across the street in time to see the Wyvern swallow someone head first. This brought a grin to his face.
"So is this the part where you beat the tar outta me?"
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"No. This is the part where I take care of you and I go back to my real job." His voice was a low, deadly growl.
"She's dead, isn't she?"
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For a long moment the clown was silent.
Harley sure ain't kickin'.
He opened his mouth to say this but what came out was "I am your real job!"
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"No. You're an obstacle I'm clearing." He paused. "You don't even want to fight anymore, do you?
"I'll bring you back. They should have recordings of her."
It was kindness- for the sake of manipulation.
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He looked at Batman fully, his face twisted in anger. Recording!? What sort of sentimental sap did Guanoman take him for!?
"Why would I want to hear a recording!? I had that daffy dame yapping in my ear nonstop! I'm glad she's gone!"
As he spoke these words something somersaulted in his stomach. Were they true?
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And here- here was the reason why he couldn't stop having faith in people. Even the worst and the most mad person he knew, even the Joker had the capability to feel grief. Not to process it, no. Not to deal with it sensibly, no. But he could feel it, and that feeling made him human. No matter what he had done, he was still human.
Sometimes, Bruce wished he wasn't.
"No, you don't," his words were quiet, but firm. Steady. The family was running away from the Wyvern - things were safe, for now. Bruce concentrated on the Joker, and he took a step forward. "She meant something to you, didn't she, Joker?"
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