A limping shadow moved with care in the tightly cramped backstreet. It hunched a bit grumpily murmuring to himself. His shaking hand reached into his coat to grab at a hard object.
"That Joker is going to pay for killing Robin." A harsh tone of pure rage spilled out of the lips of a man who was pushed too hard.
They say that when you look into the void of your true fear it stares back at you with a jokers smile on its face.
Batman shaking body held the remnants of Robin's burnt coul in his still bleeding and blistering hand. The pain didn't bother the man. The blood that his liver was loosing didn't bother him ether. As inside the wound was the remote control of the nuclear bomb.
"Since when do jokers man have access to nukes? " the sreek of tires and burning plasma hit hard as the batmobile reached the wounded man.
The darkness alone was waiting to engulf the city but he will stop it.
Batman falls into the car as it automatically drives home.
"Alfred send me the last location. " without letting of the torn and burned mask of his protoge quick medical treatment was implemented.
Without the remote the jokers gang had no way to detonate the nuke, but it still had a 5 year self timer that activated 3 hours ago.
The whole five years was the crazy idea of none other than Joker himself.
Only a madman of his caliber had the balls to hold the city hostage for that long while forcing the mayor to pay a single million dollars a day to not push the button earlier.
So far the first million was already transferred while I had to find the detonation sites and the wepon itself as well. That man was not stupid. no he was simply insane.
He didn't need the money either. No. To him it was nothing but a game. A fun exitedly deadly thrilling ride.
He understands human beings and their desires too well.
Joker take your diapers and drives them to 100. and than sits back to watch the show with popcorn on hand while providing extra death, mayham and destruction on his way to buy a hotdog.
Simply watching from the side is not working for him. No. The Joker is doing all this because to him the life is too boring and mundane routine is a body joke. As as everyone is in misery of their gloomy slow lives. He is here to make sure that your lives become more intense and exitedly happy.
He is thier hero to put a smile back on their face! no matter the cost !
Batman rushed to the last transmitter location. His better red and tired body was put through the grinder so far.
Mr Freeze and Anigma had him eliminate 47 gangs in less than an a hour before he had the chance to deal with them. All that just to find out about Jokers plan to nuke Gotham.
Twoface was waiting for him at the first terminal. Bane on the second. Catwoman on third. And Joker himself on fourth just now. During the mission Robin was killed in an explosive situation. While batman himself got stabed with the actual remote itself.
After patching himself up and restocking his belt he the man was still hurt but ready to face the next hurdle.. Grieving for the death of his child had to wait for its turn. The bloodless had to wait to be restored. The fatigue had to wait to renew. The pain of a broken rib had to wait to be reattached. The burns, blisters and cuts had to wait through this upcoming hell
The batmobile slamed hard into the wall of a huge mall crashing through easily. Inside the last transmitter was waiting on top a cake structure made entirely of Using empty containers.
The lowest part only held children ductaped together 30 of them holding to a rocket. The middle section was just goons with guns. While the top held several people who were literally tied to the receiver with ropes and a few even had suicide vests onall changed up to each other in a form of a three layer death cake.
Batman was absolutely
No other way out of this... he reached to his belt and opened several secret pouches at the same time. Small balls flew out.
Smoke fiiled the room.
Than several other green balls exploded with green smoke. Adding even more blue smoke bombs exploded a second later.
Batman grabbed his mini gas filter rushed into the blurry combined smokes.
Guns went off. ...
Screams and yelling follow....
Crying and begging of children get quiet too quickly. ..
Sounds of fighting and more gunshots...
Bang a huge palm slams a black figure flies back out of the smoke heavily splashing into a coy pound.
*hey make sure that you knock him out and send him back home... otherwise the party is ruined! Ghaaaaa haaaa ha ha haaaaaa ha.l!" The laughter of a madman was so devastating that it made all shudder.
It was louder than the gunshots...
It was harsher than the slaps and punches...
It was unceasingly ugly and cruel.
It was addictive and hard to stop...
It ate at ones soul and made it die to true happiness only to restrict clones body to only okay it's darkest desire...
No mercy for the week.
No pleasure for the masses..
Only unbridled hate engulfed in cruel zeal.
The last thing that bat man saw was huge device was installed on his car as he was drugged and thrown back into his car.