Barbara Gordon’s Point of View

  I got him! I fug got him! I finally found out where the Joker was hiding, weeks of work and viewing thousands of hours of possible matches that even sped up would take me several more hours to s pletely. I finally got a verified matow the real question. Did I call Batman… Or did I finish my deal with Danny? That was the question. I thought about it for ten minutes knowing the differe would make.

  On the one hand, Batman would most likely capture him, he’d be sent to Arkham or anh-security prison and then break out… Oher hand, if I called Danny I knew I wouldn’t have to worry about the Joker ever again… I wao say his crippling me didn’t leave a perma sy emotions, but it did. I still have nightmares about that night… About what he did to me after he paralyzed me.

  No, he wasn’t a human anymore. He hadn’t been for a long time, ever since he killed his first victims and Batman didn’t snap his neck, he just kept upping the number every siime. Bombing a hospital, blowing up a building Wilson Fisk was in, finally, he attempted to set off a nuke iropolis which would have wiped out the entire popution, hundreds of thousands dead and millions dead in the near future from the nuclear fallout.

  He had to die. I made my choid called him. Tws before he picked it up. “Hello, Danny Storm speaking.” I gulped as I thought about hanging up again before I spoke. “I found where the Joker is hiding.” It was quiet on the line before I heard the telltale sounds of people fug before he answered. “Is this time sensitive? You think he’s going to leave the spot anytime soon?”

  I thought about it before answering. “It should be fine for another hour but if you take lohan that who knows if he’ll abandon that spot.” I heard a girl squeal in asm as he spoke casually. “Alrighty, I’ll be by in fifteen minutes after I get things settled with the new X-men over here. I’ll see you in a bit.”

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  I teleported in after casting a sing spell on myself and ging my clothes with my item warehouse. When I found out I could just teleport clothes on that’s all I did now. Making my way to Barbara she was sitting down in her old wheelchair. As I raised my eyebrow she expined. “The chair feels more fortable to sit in than normal seats and this one has a bunch of ease of access iions tied in to make surfing through puters easier.”

  She showed me his location and I was surprised. It wasn’t an old abandoned warehouse on the docks or an old run-down amusement park. No, it was a mob building. One of Wilson Fisk’s rivals and one who my group had been encroag on and was about to wipe out. Well, I’m gd they hadn’t yet, as normal as the Joker was his bullshit plot armor would have won him that fight for free.

  As I teleported over, I sed the building and found him fifty feet underground, even further under a basement level. I think it’s a trap but after making a micro portal to s the area and sensing nothing that could possibly kill me, I k was another pn of his. The Joker was digging under a bank, possibly in an attempt to get into the vault and use the moo take back ang and build back up to fight Fisk or Batman again.

  As I teleport in I explode everyone using the stru equipment to drill a hole uhe bank and leave just him. He has enough time to turn to me before he gets two bullets in his kneecaps. As he began to cry out surprisingly less loudly than I thought, almost shrugging off the damage he asked. “Who are you.” It had been a while sineone didn’t reize me.

  I guess he was so focused ohing else that he didn’t realize I had been ruining most of his pns. I killed his team-up partner with the big brute from the hundred. Helped his rivals, helped his nemesis, helped his enemies, crippled his gang, stole his money, destroyed every one of his bases I found, told other vilins I let live I’d kill them if they teamed up with him, and st but not least… Fucked and impregnated his old girlfriend.

  I answered his question with awo bullets in his legs. I spoke again as he really began to feel the pain. “Those bullets were ced with arsenic, atropirye, ide, and thallium. Even if I don’t kill you those will now.” They also had a mibiote I had trol over and some of my own blood which was set up to actively cause cell degradation to any anic matter they touched. He was dead but he didn’t have to know every single way he was fucked.

  He stared at me almost mad I had said so little, hoping to die in a truly spectacur way as I expined further. “Once you die. I’ll pletely destroy your body and then systematically fix every single problem you’ve ever caused. Every person you left in the hospital I’ll personally go heal, every bit of long-term damage you’ve done on this world will be wiped away. You’ll be nothing but a memory to people. And I’ll do my best to smear your memory and make you seem less important.”

  Now he was mad. “You!” I didn’t let him speak his final words. Shooting him ihroat I watched him slowly bleed out, I could have killed him in a spectacur way but dying a pathetic dog's death is all someone as evil as him deserves. If I could have tortured him for a bit I would have but I khe moment I did one of the Justice League members would find out somehow. As I pnned on joining the Justice League, I had to keep my murderous tendencies under s.

  I watched as his life faded from his eyes before I fsh-fried this eup here and wiped out the gang above who po ally with the Joker. I loved him as a vilin but that didn’t mean I wouldn’t kill him for being a great vilin. He should have been put down long ago but he was just too popur to take out. I retty much doh all the stuff I wao do before joining the Justice League… I felt like I already won in life, now it was the st bit before I started to slow down and just live like a normal person.

  Sure, I might kill other demons like Mephistods like Knull, but that was far off. ing up the real big bads was just par for the course. Ultron, Brainiac, Thanos, and whatever dregs of Darkseid were left were the big ohere were still dozens of other smaller vilins. I could still gain more powers, and growing stronger was always a goal.

  I had enough moo do anything I wanted… Perhaps I would take humanity to the stars and make us a space-fairing race. I pn to explore the os iure; it might be other people. I stored that gun; it would be an iing gift for Harley or Barbara. I took the rest of the day off; that was one of my big goals.

  I hoped Batman would never find out about it. He… Seemed almost obsessive about keeping the Joker alive. The Joker was not only a mass murderer, but clearly got off on killing people and having Batman chase him. The Joker probably got more sexual satisfa about having his boyfriend chase him than he ever got looking at Harley. As I stopped at a p Japan I saved from an anized crime boss from closing down I ate my fill of the delicious tempura and yakitori they served here. Today was a good day.