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The Clown Queen of Crime	By : Jayrich Category: DC Verse Cartoons > Batman: The Animated Series Views: 10357 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Batman, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-The Clown Queen of Crime
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(Author's Note: For those of you who never saw the 'Mad Love' episode or read the comic book, I'll enlighten you quick. Joker gets obssessed with killing Batman. Harley decides to do it for him. Joker gets pissed and throws her out a 10-story window. Harley swears off Joker until he apologizes, then she crawls back to him.

This story shows what would happen if things went another way...)

The Clown Queen of Crime

CRASH!!!

Hundreds of tiny shards of glass fly into the night air. They’re soon joined by an unfortunate woman, who did the wrong thing, at the wrong place, at the wrong time…Harley Quinn. As she finds herself thrown out of a window, 10 stories up from the ground, she begins to involuntarily reflect on her life. Her promising career as a Criminal Psychologist, her chance appointment with The Joker, and the moment she fell in love with him. She reflects on the time she spent by his side, as he went through plan after diabolical plan to do away with his nemesis, Batman. It all lead up to this night, this place, this moment. And then it hits Harley. The dumpster that is, as she’s sent plummeting straight into it, with nothing but trash to break her fall. She hits it with a loud & sickening thud, and rattles the dumpster upon impact. She lies there, barely about to move, or even breath as blood pools up in her mouth. After a minute, she finally manages the strength to roll over and look up at the night sky. She notices the stars out, and watches on as they twinkle above her. As she slowly drifts off into a comatose state, one last statement comes from her mouth.

“Sorry, Puddin’…I didn’t get the joke.”

2 Weeks Later…

It’s a clear day in Gotham City as commuters are in full-gear, heading off the their jobs. In the mist of the 9-to-5’ers stands a woman wearing a black Trench Coat, a wide hat with a Rose in it, and Dark Green high heels. She walks over to a newsstand and picks up the Gotham Times. Putting a dollar down on the counter, she begins reading an article on the front page that reads, “Chemical-Dyne destroyed from inside out. Plants tear through machinery and cause massive Damage.”

“Reading about Chemical-Dyne, aren’t ya?” The newsstand owner asks, noticing her eyes.

“Yes, such a shame. But you know what they say, ‘Accidents Happen’.” She replies, as her forest green lips develop into a sexy smirk.

“Hey, you wanna hear about accidents, you should’ve seen what happened to that Clown chick by the Joker a couple of weeks ago.” He says.

Instantly her eyes widen, and a look of horror sweeps over her face. “Harley?” She begins to scan through the pages frantically, until she finally finds the article. She starts reading it, and her anger grows with every word she passes. “That sick Bastard!” she says as she raises her head, revealing herself as Poison Ivy. “I told Harley that he would do this to her!”

The Newsstand owner jumps back in shock. “Y-You’re…you’re…” She quickly holds her hand out and blows a pink mist into his face, which traps him in a hypnotic state. No one notices. Ivy turns away and clenches the paper tightly, as she shakes in anger.

“Why didn’t you listen to me, Harl?” She says to herself, as a tear falls down her cheek. “I swear, if anything happens to you…I’ll make Joker suffer.”

She lowers the brim of her hat over her head, hiding her face as she walks away from the Newsstand, to who knows where.

Later that night…

Deep inside Arkham Asylum, in the Medical Ward lays Harley. Her arms & legs are in casts, and under her hospital gown, her torso is bandaged up. She stares up blankly at the TV, at a news report about Batman & the Joker. The Anchorman says the Joker fell from the train into a Factory Chimney, and is not expected to survive. But Harley knows better.

“He’s alive.” She says coldly. “He always survives.” She starts sounding like her normal self, before the Joker warped her mind into the twisted sidekick of his Maniacal Crime Sprees.

“He won’t have me to kick around, anymore.” She continues, as a look of bitterness grows on her face. “I finally see the Joker for what he really is. A low-down, no-good, pathetic, inexcusable, worthless…”

She stops once she notices an Orderly bringing in a vase full of roses. Attached to the vase is a note in the Joker’s handwriting, which reads: ‘I’m sorry. Get well, soon.’ Instantly, Harley becomes smitten with the Clown Prince of Crime all over again. “…Angel.”

“Angel, huh?” The Orderly says in a voice familiar to Harley. “I wasn’t aware that Angels liked to toss people out of 10 story abandoned warehouses and leave them to their deaths.”

The Orderly takes off her hat and let her Crimson Red hair flow all the way down to her shoulders. It’s Poison Ivy, much to Harley’s surprise. “Red? What’re you doing here?”

“I’m here to liberate you from this prison.” She says. “And apparently talk some sense back into you. How could you think of going back to that Lunatic?”

“It’s OK, Red.” Harley tells her. “He said he’s sorry. See?”

Harley points at the apology note from the Joker, and Harley grabs it and rips it to shreds. “There is no sorry for trying to kill someone, Harl!” She says. “Especially not for the Joker. He doesn’t mean it, he just wants you back to do his dirty work.”

“That’s not true!” Harley protests. “My Puddin’ loves me. We just had a lover’s spat, that’s all.”

Ivy groans in frustration and puts her hand on her forehead. “I am not gonna have this conversation here with you, Harl.” She snaps her fingers, and a moment later a Giant Venus Flytrap crashes through the wall. Ivy picks up Harley and places her inside the Flytrap before stepping in herself.

“Where’re we going, Red?” Harley asks.

“Back to my place.” She answers. “Where you can heal up the right way instead of using incompetent Medical practices.” The Flytrap closes its mouth enough to shield the two from any attack, as it moves out of Arkham and down the road, back to Ivy’s hideout.

An Hour Later…

Harley lies on the couch back at Ivy’s abandoned Apartment hideout. She’s still wrapped up in bandages, but the casts are off. And she has on a small T-Shirt with black sweat pants. Ivy approaches her with a Hypothermic Needle. Harley sees her and instantly starts to panic. “No, Red. Not the Needle!” She says.

“Calm down, Harl.” Ivy tells her as she grabs her arm. “You know you need these shots to survive the surrounding toxic dumps. Plus, this will help you get better.” She inserts the needle into a vein in her arm, and injects the serum. As Ivy pulls it back out, Harley begins to feel herself healing almost instantly.

“Whoa! What did you put in this stuff, Red?” Harley asks. “I feel almost good as new.”

“Natural herbal inducers along with some medicinal plants.” She says. “Not only should you be fully healed within minutes, but you’ll also have enhanced strength & speed.”

Harley jumps for joy over the news. “YIPPEE!!! That’s swell! Now I can go join Mr. J and…” She stops her celebrating once she notices that Ivy isn’t happy about what she just said. “Oh. Uh…”

Ivy stands up and looks Harley in the eyes. “Harley, the only thing Joker has ever done good was making you into who you are. Other than that, he’s a miserable Bastard that needs to be put in this earth. Why don’t you see that?”

Harley begins to grow sad. “Ivy, he’s not always the mean, sadistic, violent criminal that you see. Sometimes, he can be a downright gentleman.” She says forcing a smile.

“Was he a gentleman when he tossed you out of that window?” Ivy asks. Harley drops her head in shame, remembering it clearly now. Ivy starts to feel down herself, kicking herself for mentioning it again. She quickly changes the subject. “Look, why don’t you stay here for the night? The cops will be on the lookout for us anyway, and so will Gotham’s Rodent Protector. You can hide out here until the morning.

Harley lifts her head and smiles at Ivy. “Thanks, Red.” She says. “You’re a true pal.”

“Good. Now get some sleep.” Ivy tells her. “If you need anything, I’m in the next room.”

Ivy turns and walks into her bedroom, leaving Harley to herself. She sits down on the couch and begins to reflect everything that has happened to her, up to this moment. “What…what if Red is right?” She asks herself. “What if Mr. J is just using me? I mean, Batman told me that he used that story on a lot of other girls. What if I’m just another one to be used in his plans?”

Harley shakes off that thought and comes to a conclusion. “No! My Puddin’ loves me. And he would never use me like he did those others!” She lies down on the couch and tries to go to sleep, but there’s still a small amount of doubt in her mind that makes her question herself. “Would he?”

Later that night…

It’s around 4am in the morning when Ivy gets up from her bed, now wearing a Baby-T & black sweat pants. She walks out of her room and across the living room, passing a sleeping Harley on the couch. She walks into the bathroom and relieves herself. After a minute, she comes out and heads back to her room. As she passes Harley again, Ivy notices that she’s in the middle of an intense dream.

“Oh…Puddin’…” Harley says softly. Ivy leans over and sees Harley with one hand down her pants, fingering herself.

“OH, PUDDIN’!!!” She screams out, in the middle of a wild sex dream. Ivy grows an annoyed look on her face as she walks around to the front of the couch. She plops down on it hard, causing Harley to jump awake from her sleep and sit up. “Oh, hey Red. I was having the most wonderful dream.”

“Yeah, I know. And Mr. J was in it.” Ivy says mockingly. “I swear, Harl. You have to leave him before he becomes the death of you.”

“But no one cares for me like he does.” Harley says defensively.

“You can find someone much better than him.” Ivy tells her.

“But no one else loves me but Mr. J.” She says.

Ivy starts to grow even more frustrated. “Dammit Harl, he doesn’t love you.” She says. “If anything, I love…” She stops in mid-sentence, realizing what was coming out of her mouth. Harley looks at Ivy, trying to figure out what she was about to say. It doesn’t take long, as even someone like Harley can figure that sentence out.

“You…you love me, Red?” Harley asks in shock.

Ivy begins to blush, which is very noticeable. “Yes. I have since I first met you, Harley.” She says. “I care about you. Why did you think I risked my neck all those times to help spring you from Arkham.”

“Well, I thought you were just Cuckoo for Cocoa Puffs.” Harley says, moving her finger in a circle on the side of her head.

Ivy laughs a little as she flips her hair aside. “Yeah, there’s that. But I care for you, Harl. And I don’t wanna see you go running back to that maniac after what he did to you.”

“Actually…I got my doubts about Mr. J now.” She says, much to Ivy’s shock. “I mean all he ever wants to do is kill the Bat, kill the Bat, kill the Bat. We don’t spend nights at the hideout alone like we use to. And he’s never even tried to…you know…”

Ivy knows exactly what Harley means. “You’re kidding.” Harley shakes her head, indicating she’s not. “That man is crazy. Well, your problem is easily rectified.” With that Ivy leans in and kisses Harley’s lips passionately. She moans in affection as Harley’s eyes widen to the size of dinner plates. She wants to fight her off, but it’s been so long since she’s even been kissed like this. Not since her pre-Looney Toons days as a Criminal Psychologist. Finally, she decides to pull away from Ivy.

“Uh, Ivy, we can’t do this.” Harley says. “We’re both girls.”

“Nice to see you’ve noticed.” Ivy says with a smirk. “Besides, is it so bad? I can do a lot of things that the Joker would never do for you.”

“Yeah?” Harley says. She’s nervous about this whole situation, but is starting to warm up to Ivy.

“Yeah.” Ivy says, bringing her hand to Harley’s chin and lifting it up so that she faces her. She leans in and kisses her again, her dark forest green lips pressed against Harley’s rose colored ones. The kiss lasts longer this time, as the two begin to embrace each other on the couch. Ivy runs her tongue into Harley’s mouth as she leans forward, putting Harley on her back on the couch. She runs her hand under Harley’s T-Shirt and begins fondling her breasts. Harley breaks the kiss in shock, but then smiles back at Harley.

“Ooh…I think you found my joy-buzzers, Red.” She says.

Ivy smiles seductively back at her. “Mmmm, wanna see mine?” She sits up and pulls off her Baby-T, revealing her round, luscious Tits. They’re almost perfectly round, with large, dark green nipples directly in the center. Ivy grabs Harley’s T-Shirt and lifts it off of her, letting her breasts out into the open. She leans in and puts her mouth on her nipple, gently tonguing it, and fondles her other breast with her left hand.

“Oh Red, yes. Right there.” Harley moans.

Ivy doesn’t stop. She begins to work her way down Harley’s body, kissing between her heavenly melons, then the stomach, the bellybutton and lower still. She then slides down her pajama bottoms, yearning to get to Harley’s sweet love box. “You’ve been needing this, Harl.” Ivy says. “And you deserve it.”

Harley blushes a little, embarrassed by Ivy looking hungrily at her pussy. The embarrassment quickly changes to pleasure though, as Harley feels Ivy’s warm breath across her love lips. Ivy begins by kissing her inner thighs, slowly working her way to the kill zone. She then lightly tongues her lips, causing Harley to tremble & squeal in joy. She runs her fingers through Harley’s lower hairs and rubs her clit in a circular motion.

“Oh Red, that feels so good.” Harley says, feeling herself getting closer to her limit. Ivy now begins plunging her tongue into her pussy, moving it around wildly each time she goes in. Harley puts her hand on Ivy’s head, trying to get her to go deeper. She feels herself about to hit her climax harder than she ever has before.

“OH GOD!! YEAH!!! YEAH RED, RIGHT THERE!!!”

She screams out louder than she’s ever had before. Loud enough for the entire building to hear, if anyone was in there, that is. She squirts her love juice right into Ivy’s mouth, who doesn’t seem to have a problem with licking it up and swallowing it all. She stands up and starts walking over to a nightstand, as Harley lies there, still basking in the glow of an intense orgasm.

“Thanks, Red.” Harley says. “That was great.”

“Fun’s not over yet, Harley.” Ivy says, reaching into the drawer. She pulls out a 2-way Strap-on, and drops her sweat pants to the floor, revealing that she’s not wearing any panties. Not even a thong. As she slips on the Strap-on, Harley starts to get nervous again.

“Wh-Wh-what’s that, Red?” She says.

“Just a little present I was saving till later.” Ivy says. “But now seems like the perfect time.” She pulls it all the way up, inserting her dildo side into her own pussy. She winces & moans a little, forgetting how big it is. She’s tried it out a few times, but never actually with someone. As she walks back over to the couch, Harley begins to have doubts.

“Uh, I don’t think I can take all of that, Red.” She says.

Ivy climbs onto the couch with her and positions herself right in front of her waiting pussy. “You’ll never know until you try, Harl.” She says, as she pushes the Strap-on to her edge of her pussy lips. She goes even further and forces it all the way inside of Harley, who gasps in shock. She then winces in pain as Ivy begins to pump in & out of her, feeling her end pumping her pussy as well. Soon, pain is replaced by pleasure as Harley starts to love it…and craves more.

“It feels good, doesn’t it, Harley?” Ivy says. “You love this, don’t you?”

“YES, I LOVE IT, RED!!!” Harley screams out. Ivy begins giving it to her as hard as she can, feeling herself getting it right back. She holds Harley’s legs in the air as she drills into her. Their breasts bounce & jiggle almost rhythmically, one following the other.

“The Joker would never do this for you, would he Harl?” Ivy asks.

“FUCK MR. J!” Harley yells. “IT YOU I WANT!!!”

“That’s right, Harl. Let it all out!” Ivy says, continuing to pound Harley’s pussy mercilessly. Her body glistens with sweat, and her hair is everywhere. She leans in closer to Harley and passionately locks her lips to hers again. Their nipples become hard as iron, and flick & rub against each other, getting the two off even more. Their tongues wrestle each other between mouths, as Harley wraps her arms around Ivy, who hasn’t lost speed in her strokes. They stay like this for what seems like an eternity, until Harley breaks the kiss to scream out in pleasure.

“OH, FUCK!!! YES! YES!!! OH RED, I’M GONNA…”

“Don’t hold back, Harley!” Ivy tells her. “Let it out. LET IT ALL OUT!!!”

Harley does exactly that, reaching her climax in loud & dramatic fashion…then does it again, having multiple orgasms. Ivy reaches hers also, as her eyes almost roll into the back of her head. She falls limp, and lands on top of Harley, Strap-on still inside the two. The only thing heard in the room is heavy breathing, before Harley breaks the silence.

“I…love you…Ivy.” Harley says, breathing hard.

Ivy smiles warmly upon hearing that. “I love you too, Harley.” She says warmly, as the two drift off to sleep.

The Next Morning…

“Wakey, wakey, Eggs & Bakey!”

Ivy slowly wakes up to find herself still on the couch. She rubs her eyes to adjust to the sunlight shining in from the window. Once she can see clearly, she notices Harley, dressed in her classic Villain outfit, jumping around like she’s eaten a Truckload of sugar.

“Wakey, wakey, Sleepy-Head.” She says cheerfully, before startling Ivy by jumping in and kissing her on the lips. She cops a feel on Ivy’s tits, which surprises Ivy, but also excites her. Harley then pulls back and makes an ‘EWW’ face.

“ICK! Morning breath!” She says, sticking her tongue out.

“Well it was in you last night.” Ivy counters. “And why are you so cheerful today?”

“Because today is the day that Mr. J goes away!” Harley says, making a gun firing motion with her hand.

Ivy looks a little confused. “Not that I’m against the idea of putting that sorry clown out of his misery, but why the change of heart?” She asks. “I thought you were forever devoted to him.”

Harley stops her bouncing and develops a serious look on her face. “Look, what happened last night…you really opened my eyes, Red. You showed me more love than that jerk ever has. And I’m tired of being his punching bag.” She reaches over and picks up her trademark giant wooden Mallet. “SO LET’S GO MAKE MURDER A CLOWN, BABY!!!” She says with a psychotic & sinister grin.

Ivy starts to develop the same sinister grin. “You know, today is a good day to kill.”

Later that day…

“HAAAARLEEEEEEEEEEEEEY!!!!!”

The Joker is rampaging around through his Warehouse Hideout, looking for his ‘partner’ in crime. After recovering from his fall from the fight with Batman, he’s been held up in his own room. Partially to let his wounds recover, but mostly to draw up new plans for the Dark Knight’s demise. Now, he’s looking for his best Henchwoman.

“WHERE IN BLAZES ARE YOU, HARL?” He yells out. His three Henchmen are playing cards at a table in the corner when they notice him looking for her. All three are wearing their names on their shirt, Moe, Lar & Cur.

“Uh, don’t you remember, boss? You threw her out of that window a week ago.” Moe says.

Joker stops as he recalls the incident. “Oh yeah…I forgot.” He says with a chuckle. “Well, hasn’t she healed up yet? I swear that woman is the laziest…”

“HERE I AM, PUDDIN’!!!”

Joker looks up to see his loyal partner Harley, standing in front of the doorway, carrying the Mallet. She does a cartwheel and flips high into the air, before landing right by Joker’s side. Joker begins to laugh maniacally. “HAHAHAHAHAHA!!! WHAT AN ENTRANCE, DOLL!!! Though I think the French judge gave you a 6.0.”

Joker then turns his attention to his goons, walking over to their table. He slams his fist down on the table, breaking up their card game and getting their complete attention. “Alright, jerks. I’ve got a plan that’s gonna get rid of our Bat control problem, and make us as rich as those fat cats in Washington!”

Before the Joker can continue, Harley interrupts him. “Ooh, Mr. J! I got a plan, too!”

Already the Joker starts to get mad at her. “Harl, who comes up with the plans here?”

“Oh, but it’s a really good plan, Puddin’. You’ll be proud.” She says.

Joker finally gives in, mostly cause he wants her to hurry up and shut up. “Oh, fine. Spill it! I need a good laugh today.”

Harley smiles and squeals with glee as she reaches under the table. “Well, Mr. J, my plan goes like…THIS!!!”

WHAM!!! Harley sends her trademark Giant Wooden Mallet straight into the Joker’s face, sending him flying backwards. He lands on the floor and slides further away, as the Goons stand up from the table, wondering what’s going on.

“NOW, RED!!!” Harley yells. And a moment later, several gigantic vines shoot up from the ground into the warehouse, including a large one right under the Goons that sends them flying. They all land in awkward positions. It’ll be a while before they can get back to their feet. The Joker sits up holding his nose, which is definitely broken by now. As he looks up, he sees Harley holding up her famous popgun, aimed at his head.

“Harley…what the hell are you doing?” The Joker asks, furious.

“Ha-Ha. Guess the joke is on you, laughing boy.” Harley tells him. “Did you really think you could get away with throwing me out of a 10-story building?”

Just then Ivy, who was watching it all unfold from atop one of the giant vines, flips down off of it and lands right behind Harley. “Honestly, Joker. You should really look to talking with someone about your abusive nature. Maybe Dr. Phil.”

“YOU KEEP OUT OF THIS, YOU WEED!!!” Joker barks at her before turning his attention back to Harley. “Harley, baby. There’s no need to do this. I’m sorry about that, pooh. Let’s consider that mallet shot making us even.”

Harley begins to crack a smile, as she slowly lowers the gun. “Really, Puddin’? Ya mean it?”

Ivy sees this and tries to talk some sense into her. “Harley, don’t do it! He’s tricking you!”

“Oh, forget her.” Joker says. “She doesn’t understand our love. Now how about you put down that gun, and give your Puddin’ a hug?”

Harley’s hand starts to shake, as the gun goes lower. “Ya…ya think…maybe we can use one of my plans? For real? And I can have my shot at offing Batman?”

Upon hearing this, Joker reverts back to his old self, becoming angrier than ever. He starts to get up towards her “Your plans? LISTEN HERE, YOU MISERABLE LITTLE…”

POW!!! The gunshot echoes through the entire warehouse, not missing any corner. Harley gasps in horror as she looks down at her former love. The Joker…has a bullet through the head. A small line of blood starts to run down the middle of his face, down his pointy (now disfigured) nose, and drips down onto the floor. His trademark smile is now gone from his face, replaced by a look of pure shock. A moment later, he falls limp to the floor…dead.

“OH MY GOD, PUDDIN’!!!” Harley screams in horror. She kneels down beside him and lefts his head up, but it’s of no use. He’s gone. Harley looks ready to break into tears, when Ivy puts her hand on her shoulder. She looks up at Harley, to see her smiling face.

“It’s over, Harl. He deserved this, and much more.” She tells her.

“Yeah…I guess you’re right.” Harley says, her voice cracking. “But what’ll we do with the body?”

“Don’t worry about that.” Ivy says with a sinister grin. “I can bury it so deep, they’ll find Jimmy Hoffa first.”

Just then, the Goons begin to get up from the ground. They rub their heads, still feeling the pain from hitting the ground when they notice the Joker’s dead body on the ground with a bullet through the head, and Harley holding the smoking gun.

“Whoa…” Moe says.

“The Dame. She smoked the boss!” Lar adds.

“Does that mean she’s the new boss now?” Cur asks.

Harley’s eyes begin to light up once she hears him say that. The thought has never crossed her mind before, because of her fierce loyalty to the Joker. But now, with him dead, she begins to grow very fond of the idea. She even starts to love it. Ivy also loves the thought of it, and takes the initiative.

“BOYS…meet the New Clown Queen of Crime.”

3 Days later…

Inside of the Police Commissioner’s office, Jim Gordon sits at his desk, lighting up a cigar. He starts to smoke it as he looks over some files on his desk. Suddenly, a gust of wind comes into the office, then disappears as quickly as it came in. As he looks at the window, he notices a figure standing there.

“Hello, Commissioner.” It’s Harley. And she sounds like herself before her pre-Looney Toons days.

“Harley!” Gordon says, standing up. “So…it’s true then? The Joker?”

“Dead as a doornail.” She says, sounding somber. “That’s why I’m here.”

He starts to walk over to her, wanting to see her face since she’s in the shadows. “Harley, we all know what the Joker has done to you.” He says. “But we don’t blame you. You can go to Arkham and get better again, and not have to worry about him coming after you. I know you pulled the trigger…but we can help you back to your old self again.”

“That’s awfully nice of you, Commissioner.” She says. “But the truth is…I’M HAVING TOO MUCH FUN!!!” She jumps out of the shadows, sounding like her normal crazy self. Gordon jumps back in shock and looks at her. She has on a new outfit. It’s much like her old one, but its colors are Purple & Green, which seems to be in honor of the Joker.

“Like the new look, Commish?” She asks. “Just something I threw together.”

“You gotta admit, she does wear those colors well.” Gordon turns back to the window to see Ivy sitting on the windowsill.

“What…what is this?” Gordon asks.

“This is the start of a new regime for Gotham, Gordon.” Ivy says. “To be ruled by The Mother of all nature…”

“…And the Clown Queen of Crime!” Harley finishes. “See ya in the Funny Papers!”

Harley waves goodbye before diving headfirst out of the window over Ivy, who looks out at her. “Gotta love her.” She says, before joining her. Gordon runs over to the window and looks out of it, only to see no one around. They’re long gone. He walks back over to the desk and sits down. Lighting his cigar again, he turns to a dark corner in his room.

“Did you hear all of that?” He asks.

A moment later, Batman steps out of the shadowed corner. “Every word.” He replies back.

“Well, the only good thing about this is we don’t have to deal with that Psychotic Clown anymore.” Gordon says.

“Yes, but now we have bigger problems.” Batman says.

Gordon starts to develop a confused look. “How do you figure?”

The Dark Knight walks over to the window, and pulls out his grappling gun. “Those two killed the most dangerous villain in the history of this city in cold blood.” He says. “What do you think they have in store for Gotham?”
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