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'Italics means he is talking to himself /inner voice'

"inverted commas" means a normal conversation.

MOCKINGBIRD

The batmobile was an unreal piece of tech. This one was the version with the longer nose and red tinted bullet proof glass. It must have cost a fortune to build. Not that he couldn't afford it. My family was rich, even without Bruce's side of things.

The league of assassins had to be one of the wealthiest in the world and that was off records. I mean Ra's AL ghul was like a dragon. The man gathered so much wealth over his years of living that it dwarfed that of the Wayne's and Luthor's combined. How else do you fund a global terrorist organization that spans centuries?

We silently sped through the empty roads of gotham, batman's GPS found paths with little to no traffic activity, meaning he could go as fast as he wanted to.

Looking at gotham through the red tinted glass was a sight to behold, the amazing architecture came to live. It was almost too fitting. The tall well lit buildings and glass skyscrapers, caressed the gloomy skies, were draped in red, gargoyles with fearsome expressions, looming over us. It almost seemed like they were crying as rain drops slid down from their hard stony gazes.

The airships as scant as they were, flew from place to place. It gave gotham that unreal modern Gothic feel to it.

I felt something weird.

"~~|~" "hmm?" I snapped my head to the side. I could have sworn I heard a song. No, it was more than a song, there was something else in it, I don't know what. Batman seemed to not have heard it as he had his eyes on the road. The song was indescribable, it sounded like the voice of a concept, maybe it was just a figment of my imagination. I could chalk it up to a weird spiritual phenomenon happening to me, there's nothing I could do about.

I refocused on our path, batman took a series of complex turns and curves that brought us to a deserted bridge looming above a river.

Remember how I talked about instincts, how I had that itch at the back of my head since I came to gotham? Well it just got stronger.

BOOM! A massive shock wave spread out from behind us. The bridge we were driving on began to shake and tumble. Parts of it behind us already breaking apart and falling off.

[Sir, the bridge you're on seems to be collapsing. I'm reading high energy heat signatures most likely the cause of the collapse] a cultured british accent spoke through the on board computers.

"Wired explosives" Batman said in response. "Hang on tight, Damian." webs of cracks spread out in the roads before us. High tension wires snapping and lashing out. Batman pushed a gear all the way forward and click on a red button.

[Rocket boosters at 100%] I was nailed back into my seat as vehicle accelerated, almost flying over the collapsed section before us.

[Warning! Projectiles incoming. Deploying anti missile measur-]

I say almost because while we were in midair missile heads were encroaching on us. The flares deployed by the mobile did what it could to take out as many as it could but this was all happening in mere moments. The white metallic missiles had smiles drawn on them, making them look almost alive as they moved closer. And in the moment it took me to blink and brace myself.

BOOOM! The force of the explosion rattled my being. The vehicle tumbled meters over the unbroken side of the road. Smoke and fire was all I could barely see. My ears ringing. My vision double and blurry. My stomach was churning. The structural integrity of the vehicle no doubt held up to as much damage as it could. But I wasn't even in it.

No I was in a torn out section of the car, with the red reinforced glass over me and still strapped to a tattered seat.

I was still trying to regain my battered senses, when I heard the sound of a crack, my face went numb, my head went blank, my sight went rolling. Accompanied by the breaking of glass and the sliding of my body. Then all senses I had regained left me. My eyes began turning dark and heavy. Blood was dripping down the side of my torn head(that's going to leave another scar). I saw the weapon that caused me such damage. A mallet the size of my head, was held in the grasp of a lady dressed in a suit seemed to have been inspired by a checkers board. I saw her lips move in laughter, but I couldn't hear it, all I heard was the ringing. My eyes felt even heavier this time, and before the pain hit me like a literal mallet to head, I used my tongue to secure a tool, my lights went out. I knew trouble would follow me because of my marks but I have to say, Well played Gotham, well played.

/X/

In the white, meter wide glass box cell. I slowly regain my senses, I roused myself up to the incessant clinks of the fluorescent lighting, matching the painful throb of my head. The wave of heat like that of a greenhouse meant for humans, and the smell of iron so strong that I can taste it.

My hands and feet are weighted down and restrained by iron chains. The only article of clothing on me, are my underwear. My suit and cape tossed to the other side of the messy dilapidated room. Spray painted on the walls are white faces with red mocking smiles.

A man with a moon white skin tone positions various cameras before my cell. He hums a single monotonous tune with a distorted harmony. His ill fitting purple suit in contrast to his green hair.

Once in a while he chuckles to himself and then continues to find the perfect spot for his camera. As if to capture an obsessively symmetrical view of heaven.

He looks up from his work and begin to cackle wildly. Wiping a tear away from his eyes, his mad, mad eyes with bony fingers no different from sticks.

A deranged smile is spread across his rouge lips. A manic, wicked expression is written on his pale, flash frozen grinning face.

He claps once. Malformed men in clown makeup walk in leering, dragging and pushing people into the room. All lined up before my box cell. People of all ages, no older than 50 and no lesser than 10.

Most are crying, and sobbing. The youngest tightly holding on to the arm of woman closing her eyes in prayer. Prayer to a God, asking for deliverance, a miracle.

What do I ask for? I'm I even hoping to be rescued? Is what I ask myself.

The joker's assistant, walks in with a headful of Christmas bells. Her hammer hanging on her shoulders, she looks infatuatedly at the madman.

"Oh my puddin'" Harley Quinn says airily, amongst many of her mumbling. She was cute, as cute as a child swinging a loaded gun or an open razor blade at your unguarded neck.

The screens come to live, as do the cameras and lights. Shining down on my cell, glaring in full force at the now kneeling people.

Batman appears on the screen. His angry gaze so intense I can feel it from here. The clowns take a step back in fear. But the joker laughs. An abomination of the vocal cords, a pitch so hoarse and thin that it grates against the ears.

"Hehahahahaa hahaaaa. Oh, batsboy! The fire in your eyes always enticing! But to important matters batman. Right about now the citizens of our beloved gotham have beautiful toothy grins all over their faces, sigh the things I do to make them laugh" on another screen masses of people begin to claw at their faces, hysterical laughter and screams erupts from multiple screens as they begin to change, joker's trademark grin on their faces.

"But wait! That's just the start of the party batman. Heheheheee heheeee, death comes at midnight batsy"

"Of course no party is complete without…. fireworks! Hehehehe" he walks to the other side of the room where a purple cloth is draped over something. He flashily pulls it off, showing a fat Frankenstein of a dirty bomb. Wires and timers strapped around it like a modern art display. And to top it off, it was encased in a glass box.

That bombed yield would have enough radiation to poison gotham five folds over and render it a barren wasteland.

"So for tonight you all are invited to the joker's egg hunt. Better hurry batman, the clocks ticking" a timer for two hours went up on the screens.

|02:00|

"Oh and I see you picked up another stray. How touching. He doesn't smile much, so why don't we fix that. "

"No!" batman yelled through the screens as a white green gas began to flood my cell. It tasted like acid battery. It smelled like electric vapor. Tears pooled in my burning eyes as I began to cough up a lung. My body went rigidly paralyzed. A smile slowly began to form across my face as my vision blurred. A painful laughter emerged from my protesting lips. " … Hahaha!"

"Heheheheeeeheheee! That's the stuff!" the joker looked at the kneeling terrified people. "I actually no longer have a use for you guys, oh well"

"STOP! Joker!" Batman again yells at him, the joker smiles in response, he pulls out a gun and begins shooting. Starting from the youngster and the praying woman. Metal rods were embedded into their heads with a bang! On each metal rod hung a flag with a "bang" written on it. Their eyes wide open, their bodies still squirming, blood pooled below my cell like spilled red paint.

Harlequin clapped happily. "Puddin, you're so dreamy" she was like a young girl, lost in the wondrous paradise of madness that made up the joker's skewered mindscape.

"Remember batsy, death at midnight"

|1:55|

"Sir, the toxin was perpetuated through water and air dispersal methods. And from what we could gather it is very fast acting 86% of gotham has been infected" The elderly man dressed in a classic suit tapped on the wide computer, displaying a set of results and statistics.

"The antitoxins?" The larger, taller man in torn armor, asked the other as he entered the cave.

"None seem to be able to combat this new strain. Its mutating, creating new defensive measures to counter whatever we throw at it , but that's the least worrying. This strain of toxin is set to trigger its lethal effect in two hours from now sir. The people will go insane and then "

"Die, I know. Joker is getting serious.

Alfred, we need to find the point of origination, patient zero." Bruce Wayne, peels the broken armor of his body and dons a darker substitute encased in glass.

"Indeed sir" Alfred replies and he begins running checks and calculations.

….

|01:40| Gotham local hospital.

The thick rains slide through the crevices of the white walls of the building. The sounds of shrill screams and hysterical mad laughter fill the air. The scent of madness and something else, something primal, fear. He smells their fear, it radiates of each one of them like thick pheromones, or perfume. He see the victims strapped to beds, the unaffected of nurses and doctors trying their best to help as much as they can. But their best is not enough, it won't be tonight.

He has got what he came for, another clue to his next destination, he knows the joker didn't work alone on this one and he will find the accomplice. He needs to call Gordon, the gcpd will have to keep the civilians safe while he tries to find a cure.

He presses the earpiece embedded into his cowl, and after the second ring Gordon picks up. But the voice he hears isn't that of Gordon, it's the familiar laughter of the clown.

"Heheheheeeheeheee! Hello bats. I'm afraid your friend Gordon is a little tied up"

"Joker" he says with a menacing tone.

"Correct as always old boy, no cheating this time. Jolly ho, the clock's still ticking" the clown responds jovially as he ends the call.

Batman dials up someone else.

"Nightwing"

"Bruce, I'm on my way there, any minute from now and we'll be past the borders." A hurried voice answers back.

"No, I need you to keep batgirl out. Keep her safe there. I'll handle this" batman answers back calmly.

"Is it that serious. Even if it is you don't have to do this alone, we can help, we're family"

"Keep her out nightwing. Joker's got Gordon. I don't need batgirl getting riled up and irrational" he ends the call.

/X/

|01:35|

"Hahaha! hahahak-cough hahaha!" I laughed hard. Laughed at gotham, laughed at this world. Laughed at my current state. Because even though I was poisoned with the joker toxin, I still retained a 99% control over my mental faculties and although it wasn't the same for my body, I was still getting better. I deduced that it was most likely due to my physiology. I was bathed in the lazarus pit, and during most of my training I had various deadly toxins and poisons introduced to my body, the kinds that had various effects from making you bleed from the eight openings, to making you hallucinate and itch.

Of course, I would then go on to develop immunities to them. That was some of the reasons why I could hold the poisoned needle in my mouth without being affected. Ra's knew of these effects as he too had gone through the same when he bathed in the waters. It gives you a sort of slightly above average healing factor, and adaptability.

So when I laughed, I did it to hide the thin metal I had deposited in my throat earlier today. The venom was still in me, but I was beginning to develop natural antitoxins and the others in me began to cancel it out.

Blood slowly trickled down the sides of my spread lips, coming from a cut in my throat. The laughter had caused the jagged metal to shift.

The joker had grabbed the commissioner Gordon, I don't know when but he had brought him into this room and tied him up to a chair. He was watching batman, like it was all a movie. From the screaming people who were lynching each other, to the kids being trampled. From one edge of Gotham to another. Blood and smiles appeared on each screen. I bent my head in laughter and spit the needle like rod into my palm. Using my blood to draw a smile on the glass, a message. The joker found it amusing.

"You know when I saw you at first, I didn't think you had the potential to be funny. Heheheheeheeeehe, but even old pros make mistakes" he said happily, in his grating voice. And he pumps the chamber with more joker gas, it felt like I was going on a dark acid trip. But you're wrong if you think this little shit would beat my mind when death couldn't. If there's one thing I trust its my willpower and mind fortitude. That wasn't built in a day, I literally walked through purgatory and fought the angel of death with nothing but mental fortitude and willpower. So this is just something temporarily stalling me. The metal in my hand already working around the locks of my restraints.

/X/

|01:20|

"W-who's t-t-there" a man stuttered in fear. His gun trailing from spot to spot. His back soaked in sweat, chills going through his spine. "P-pleas, if y-you'er there p-p-please"

"Doctor" A voice says from the dark. The good doctor's heart nearly gave out from shock. He dropped to his knees holding his heaving chest. "Huuu! Hufff! Huuu!" He took deep breaths. The middle aged man was on the verge of soiling his pants.

"B-batman, he huu! forced me. My family he still has t-them. P-pleas-"

"Calm down doctor. Tell me where the cure is" Batman says.

The doctor quickly nods at the words of the bat and he manages to breathe and calm down.

"There is no cure. I mean there is but it degrades too quickly. It's unstable, the bonding agent is very unstable and shortlasting." The doctor pointed to an open safe where a vial of blue fluid rested.

"What do we need?"

"A regenerative enzyme, a bonding agent, one adapted to human DNA. B-but that would take years if not decades to produce" the doctor said dejectedly.

"We'll find a way" batman says resolutely and left as quietly as he came. Back into the battlezone. Back into the streets of gotham.

"Heheheheeeehee" the doctor begins laughing in terror as blood drains from his face, his mouth like a open fountain of red. He laughs to death.

|00:56|

The situation in Gotham was turning dire, blazing fires were spreading through neighbourhoods trying to raze them to the ground, the rain helping to fight back its progress. Blood painted the streets red, and laughing people ran about rampant. Shadows swayed to the laughter of the lunatics, the world cried in tears of glass rain.

A laughing giant of a man in a mask jumps down from a high building onto unsuspecting lunatics. That man is bane, and he has been jokerized. But he is not the only one.

Three batarangs stab deep into his flesh. They go beep! And bane is blown back into a concrete wall which collapses on him.

Batman restrains the downed man with special cuffs and hangs him up for the gcpd. Well, after this is done.

Bane is one of many jokerized villains he's faced tonight.

He had to incapacitate jokerized villains who escaped from arkham due to the ensuing chaos. And he is exhausted.

"Alfred, how are we with the cure"

"A work in progress master Bruce. All bonding agents we have introduced haven't been stable enough to utilize and for those that are, have the effect of being too short lasting"

"How are we on that tracker?"

"Joker's location is already found master Bruce. But it seems master Dick will beat you to it, Sir."

"Hghh" batman grunted. "I told him to stay out" He climbed onto his bike and shot off towards the joker's location.

|00:43|

Greenish red gas once again floods the chamber. The joker has been periodically gassing me with his toxins over the past hour, but this one is different. He poured his thick vicious blood into a vaporizer and attached that to the gas machine. He clicks the button every time he's bored, he's fascinated with me and I know he's doing something to me.

My throat feels raw, I can't sense my taste buds anymore, and my skin had gone slightly pale and so has my sensation senses increased. My eyes were burning, and watering. They seemed almost better now. I say almost because although my sight is blurry, it's not double anymore.

Crash! Something breaks through the windows. Two humanoid figures. It isn't batman. A man, brown hair, domino mask covers his eyes. Looks to be in his early to mid twenties dressed in a full body suit with the outline of a blue bird printed on his chest. And another, younger girl maybe in her late or mid teens. She's wearing a latex like suit, a mask covers half her face with a yellow bat symbol on her chest. Her eyes widen as they land on the tied up Gordon.

Would it kill them to wear a gas mask. They should clearly know that this place would be booby trapped.

"Breather on" Nightwing tells batgirl who nods. They remove clear gas masks from their belts. How it ever fit their, I don't know. But I am pleased that they at least have the senses to.

He turns his eyes, looking and scanning every part of the building. His jaw tightened when his gaze landed on the fallen bodies of those shot earlier.

"It's over joker" Nightwing said through gritted teeth. As if on signal, Harley Quinn jumps down from her hiding place. Her movements fluid and seamlessly boneless, caused him to paused but for a moment. His well honed instincts kicked in, allowing him to dodge the hammer strike by a hair's breath. The kind of hair's breath that's on a crew cut. The kind where scratches are cut across his face from the thin edges of the mallet, barely missing his head. While Harley is keeping nightwing busy. Batgirl is focused on the joker.

|00:36|

"Hehahahaaa ha haaaaa" the joker laughs as he jumps into action against Batgirl. His moves are telegraphed but erratic and random. Batgirl should have no problem dealing with him, but she's distracted and joker capitalizes on that. "Little ol' Barbra! Hehhahaa" she is further driven into shock. The joker lands a swift haymaker across her face, she stumbles to the wall. Right where nightwing ducks over a hammer swing, which wasn't a swing at all but rather a throw. One that launches the mallet into batgirl's midsection knocking the wind and senses out of her.

Joker slams the soles of his purple shoes into the side of her face. She falls weakly to the floor. Nightwing rushes for her. He shouldn't have done that. Joker clicks a button, balloons filled with concentrated acid fall from the ceiling. They fall and burst over the floor melting it. Nightwing jumps back, right into another fight with Harley who now has a butcher's knife in her hands. The joker point's his long nosed pistol at the back of Batgirl, his eyes mirthful and cunning, he aims lower down her vertebrae. This is where she would've gotten paralyzed, fuck that. My sight cleared. I pushed.

Crash! Bang! I swing! the chains wrapped around my hands through the glass breaking it. My other hand whips out with a snap. Crack! "Owwww! Hehehe that hurt you runt!" the joker's chain whipped hand is bent the wrong way. Batgirl is grunting in pain as a rod is stuck through her left thigh. She's bleeding out. Nightwing occupies Harley who wants to come rescue the joker.

|00:34|

I don't stop moving. In fluid motion, a fist wrapped in chains slams into the joker's solar plexus. "Ugh!"

"Hahah!"I laugh involuntarily. A painful smile is still on my face.

As one is on his. He keels over from the strike. My hands wrap around The back of his green haired head and I introduce his face to my knees. Krunch! His bones are quite brittle. He swings a switch blade from his sleeve. I bend back, it thinly slices upward through my upper body. I will commit suicide if I'm defeated by the joker. I've been training all my life, a barely trained, brittle, clown won't beat me. This isn't a comic book, power levels aren't decided by a writer who wants to make a compelling story.

Krack!Goes his broken wrist. His blade drops into my open, waiting hand. I twist and pull with my left, still holding on to his wrist. He brings his forehead in for a strike aimed at my face. Shuckk! What it meets is a blade, now embedded in his forebrain.

|00:31|

"NOOO! Mista J!?" Harley screams in a shrill, damming voice. Nightwing puts away his shock and makes use of the opportunity to down Harley. Joker isn't dead yet, and I'm not done.

I pull out the blade swiftly and begin to viciously stab into his face. From the sides of his temple to his still unbelieveing eye balls. I put all the strength and accuracy I can muster into each of my strikes. His eyes are gone, his face is barely recognizable, his throat a jagged mess of flesh. Grey brain matter and poisonous, toxic blood, stained my hands and the chains around them. My last strike goes through the joker's heart. The Joker is more than dead. The clown prince of crime, taken down by the demon's head. That was a fitting title. A green gas clouds my vision, this one from the joker's dead body. I block my breath. Till it disperses, which was surprisingly instant. Heh, I was already introduced to the high potent toxins, the gas won't be as effective as it should have.

Nightwing is helping Barbara bandage her wound, she's lost too much blood. Gordon is still blindfolded.

And I am sitting over the clowns dead body, almost admiring my handwork. I decide to get a little creative. The switchblade in my hand turns to a brush on the canvas, that is the joker. I turned his smile upside down.

|00:29|

Crash! (how many windows are there?) I raise my head.

"NO!" Something slams to my side. Throwing me off the dead clown's body. I know it's batman, I know his voice.

Nightwing helps me up, his expression is complex. I rise up, a grin is still etched on my face. The chemicals were too much for my body. It would take a while to get myself clean of it, well as much as I could, but I had something for the others. I point to the smile drawn in blood in my cell.

"Cure" I say through a hoarse throat. My body was about to shutoff, it wanted to enter a deep sleep state so I could heal. I knew the joker's fake cure couldn't help batman. He laughed when batman got it from the doctor. He saw it all, and it was part of his plans. My blood before the subsequent introductions of more potent joker toxins had developed somewhat of an immunity.

|00:26|

Nightwing nods in understanding. He takes a swab and test tube from his belt. He rushed over to the broken cell and scrapes the dried blood flakes into the testube. He rushed to batman who is fixated on the joker. I can't hear what they're saying, my ears are ringing and I don't know why, but I can see that they are yelling.

Grayson points to blood in the vial and back to me. Then at the bomb. He had to get the blood to Alfred soon, if not then in less than 20 minutes the people of Gotham will die to joker's toxin. And then the bomb.

|00:19|

He jumped out of the window, probably rushing to get the blood to Alfred.

Batman heads to the encased bomb so he can diffuse it. I was beginning to lose feeling in my left side. And slowly slump down the wall.

From the corner of my eye I could see something slowly sneak towards me.

"Die!" I flicked my hand right at her, thuwd! The chain slammed into the side of Harley Quinn's mouth. Her cheek bone was broken as were her tooth rolling across the floor. "Haha!" I chuckled at her as she rolled in agony across the floor. Barbara limped over to harley and clips her hands in cuffs.

Harleys burning gaze is focused on me, I laughed at her even harder "Hahahaa!" I can't stop. Something clicked in her. Through the immense hatred in her eyes, I saw an infatuation, the type I saw when she looked at the joker. Maybe I was just mistaken. But harley was now on my to-kill list.

|00:15|

Batman had only decoded a single timer. He was too distracted by joker's death, time was running out. Batgirl was trying to calm him down, I couldn't hear their words. My ears were still ringing.

I threw a piece of glass to draw their attention. Batman's glare was on me. "hahaha!" I began using my functioning arm to tap in Morse code.

[-... .-.. ..- . -... .-.. .- -.-. -.- -. .-. . . -. .-. . -.. ] (BLUE, BLACK, GREEN, RED.)

I had spent hours in here with the bomb, it was more than enough time for me to figure out how to disarm it. I remember when I was locked in a bombshelter with various types of wired bombs. The dirty one was always there as a suprise. Heh, man those were the days.

Bruce understood my code but his gaze still lingered on me. Well I would too if the bomb disarm sequence was wrong we would all die. But he nodded and went back to cutting. Of course he ran his own calculations on my results, this is batman he won't just give you a 100% of his trust. I was losing feeling in my right side as well. My body was warming up. My headache was back in full force. Slamming at my head like Harley's mallet.

And in less than moments, I was out and paralyzed. Fuck you too Gotham.

/X/

|00:5|

"Master Bruce, we were able to synthesize a working antidote from his blood. Master dick is already on his way to the hospitals. The air dispersal systems are online as well. Shall we disperse the cure now?" Alfred asked looking at the computer

"Yes Alfred do it now." Bruce answered tiredly.

He looked at the cold brutalized, dead body of the clown, his greatest nemesis laid over a table barely recognizable. All his mad splendor, his manic grin gone, his body now a true pale of death.

And then at his son, a son who he just met today, a son who was laid in a recuperative pod, trying to recover from a coma induced by all the joker toxins flooding his system. It could take months, or even longer.

He grabbed his vial of antidote and hopped onto his bike, going back out into Gotham. He had people to save. Gotham was in need and batman would always be there for her.

Alfed turned from the computers, he gaze lingered on the exit of the cave and then past the body of the clown, barely dwelling on it. What he focused on was the boy. For his first day in Gotham, he was presented with its most horrific. But he survived. A smile slowly spread on his face, he knew that the boy had a fighter's spirit in him, he was his father's son after all, and Waynes hardly ever gave up.

XX

"Heheheeeee heheeehe" The mad clown trudged on the rocky mindscape. Climbing higher and higher. This was his essence, his consciousness looking for the boy's central cortex so he could fully rewrite it as the final joke. He was dead and he knew that, he was never coming back, but maybe, just maybe he could work through the runt. Rewrite his mind, turn him into another joker. That was the essence of the gas and blood. He, no, it was just a personification of the clown.

He walked up to an unguarded door. "hahahahehheeeeeheee" that was a big mistake on the runt's part. No one leaves their mindscape unguarded. Joker pushed open the door and walked in.

Darkness so thick that he could feel it restrict his movements.

"Welcome" was all he heard in the dark. Horror caused him to shake, primal fear paralyzed him.

The clown turned back around in terror. This wasn't! No! Humans couldn't be this way! This was something otherworldly! He tried to run. Hands held onto every inch of his body, holding him in place "No! Please stop! No! WHAT ARE YOU!?" the clown clawed, cried and screamed.

"You can enter, but you can't leave" the hands dragged him into the darkness. And they ripped him apart. The screams of the clown, were silenced by the unknown.

"delicious" said the voice, as the darkness thickened. In the heart of darkness, the deepest of its parts, sat a man in a throne of solidified shadows. The spiral marks on his arm moving in a constant rhythm. Like a heartbeat.

/XX/

It had been three weeks since Damian got into a coma. Barbara would occasionally drop by to converse with the unconscious Damian, that was his name she learned it after that night. She knew he couldn't hear her, but Dick said it would help in his healing. So here she was again, talking to an unconscious person. It was not as bad as it seemed actually, he was a good listener so Barbara could talk for minutes on end without ever being interrupted.

That was until the monitors began to beep louder and his eyelids slowly parted, his eyes fully displayed.

'You don't fuck with my mind or soul. I am King over it'

(*Try messing with ZOD*)

*BOOM! HOW MANY SAW THAT COMING? WHAT A TWIST!

DAMIAN HAD THE GREATEST INTRODUCTION TO GOTHAM ANYONE COULD EVER ASK FOR.

Even he couldn't have seen that coming. What a wonderful first day in gotham. What a powerful mental fortitude and soul! Well you don't get to spend God knows how long in purgatory fighting against your own death without it.

And the clown prince of crime is dead. What an accomplishment! All in one day.

Hit that like, follow and fave if you enjoyed the story and would like to see more. Leave dem reviews! I read each and everyone of em. So keep em coming.

Wishing you all a blessed day.

-hero Out.

Wait! This question just popped into my head. Who do you guys think would win in a fight between super soldiers.

Master Chief(John 113) of halo VS Captain America (Steve Rogers) of marvel.

I know, it's insane!

VICTORY!*