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One year ago, Christmas Day
Laying down before the alter, he lie laughing, chuckling practically, at the sadistic humor that had occurred throughout the night. Behind him, a lone figure, dressed in a dark, armored garb, came the figure he had come to know as "The Batman". While still laughing, the man rolled over to his back, struggling to speak as he laughed hysterically. "Oh, Bats..." As the menacing figure of Batman loomed closer, the only thing bringing any light to his dark presence being the illumination coming through the stained glass windows, the man known only as "The Joker" slowly rose, still laughing his head off.
He rose to a full stand, and spread his arms out wide, a wide smile gaping across his face. "What a night!" And just as the words left his mouth, the Batman grabbed him by the jacket collar and hoisted him up into the air, grunting and growling at the clown-like Joker. Laughing as he was picked up, the Joker felt compelled to taunt his current enemy. "Fresh off a kill, and back for more, eh!" He shouted. The dark figure looked him eye to eye, and coldly rebuked, saying "Bane's still alive." A curious frown brought to the Joker's contorted face, he reached into his jacket and withdrew a heart monitor, with the vital signs showing a constant and regular heartbeat. "Now that's. Not. Funny."
The Joker threw down the monitor, and drew a pistol from his jacket, and aimed it at the Dark Knight. In response, Batman smacked the hand away, dropping the Joker, who summarily threw a left hook at his face, which connected but did little harm to the grizzled Dark Knight. With the Batman backed away, he stretched his arm out and pointed the gun at him, but rather than shoot him, words spoke from his mouth. "All this, all this... rage! All directed at me! And for what? You know, if you'd actually let me finish a sentence, you might learn something!" He shouted out, pouring his anger into his vocal cords. "You might learn that we're not so different! You might learn something about yourself!"
"You need to learn to shut up!" The Dark Knight quickly responded, following by him batting the gun out of the Joker's hand, and delivering a heavy kick to his gut, sending him flying and crashing through several pews until he came to a skidding stop. His breathing becoming heavy-laden, the Joker hobbled up to his feet and spoke once more. "Is all this for you, or for me? You must know that I'm a lost cause. But there's still hope for you. Yes, I've got great hopes for you. So c'mon! Don't stop now!" He taunted again, as the Batman's approach went from a slow walk to a full on-dash, followed by two quick strikes to the face, after which the Joker was once more lifted off the ground, and thrown across the chapel, into a stain glass window, shattering it.
The Joker grabbed two of the larger, sharper shards in each hand and started picking himself up off the ground. "You just can't get it through your thick skull. We both exist, because of them!" Batman walked towards him once more. "Give up! You've lost!" He shouted towards the Joker. Once he was close enough, with his right hand's shard the Joker tried to slash at the Batman, who quickly dodged the attack, and disarmed his right hand. Following in quick succession, the Joker tried to bring down the other shard upon the Dark Knight's head. Batman grabbed his arm and disarmed that hand as well, and in a particularly brutal fashion, proceeded to beat down the Joker, striking him hard well over a dozen times.
After what had to be almost three dozen punches, the Batman connected an uppercut to the Joker, sending him into the air, landing upon the alter. Batman followed swiftly, and as the Joker began to laugh, he grabbed his throat, pinning him down. But still, choked, the Joker managed several words. "That's why you do it, isn't it? You like the way it feels. It's what you need." Barely getting the words out of his mouth, an armored fist smacked across the Joker's face. The Batman proceeded once again to hoist the Joker into the air above him, with the clown laughing like a madman, before being thrown onto the ground before the alter. "C'mon baby, beat me till your knuckles bleed! And why stop there? You know there's only one way to stop me!" In response, Batman gripped the Joker by the throat, using both hands, wanting oh so dearly to crush his life out of existence. But before any further damage could be done, the Dark Knight delivered a swift smack to the Joker's head, knocking him out like a lightbulb.
Laying down before the alter, he lie laughing, chuckling practically, at the sadistic humor that had occurred throughout the night. Behind him, a lone figure, dressed in a dark, armored garb, came the figure he had come to know as "The Batman". While still laughing, the man rolled over to his back, struggling to speak as he laughed hysterically. "Oh, Bats..." As the menacing figure of Batman loomed closer, the only thing bringing any light to his dark presence being the illumination coming through the stained glass windows, the man known only as "The Joker" slowly rose, still laughing his head off.
He rose to a full stand, and spread his arms out wide, a wide smile gaping across his face. "What a night!" And just as the words left his mouth, the Batman grabbed him by the jacket collar and hoisted him up into the air, grunting and growling at the clown-like Joker. Laughing as he was picked up, the Joker felt compelled to taunt his current enemy. "Fresh off a kill, and back for more, eh!" He shouted. The dark figure looked him eye to eye, and coldly rebuked, saying "Bane's still alive." A curious frown brought to the Joker's contorted face, he reached into his jacket and withdrew a heart monitor, with the vital signs showing a constant and regular heartbeat. "Now that's. Not. Funny."
The Joker threw down the monitor, and drew a pistol from his jacket, and aimed it at the Dark Knight. In response, Batman smacked the hand away, dropping the Joker, who summarily threw a left hook at his face, which connected but did little harm to the grizzled Dark Knight. With the Batman backed away, he stretched his arm out and pointed the gun at him, but rather than shoot him, words spoke from his mouth. "All this, all this... rage! All directed at me! And for what? You know, if you'd actually let me finish a sentence, you might learn something!" He shouted out, pouring his anger into his vocal cords. "You might learn that we're not so different! You might learn something about yourself!"
"You need to learn to shut up!" The Dark Knight quickly responded, following by him batting the gun out of the Joker's hand, and delivering a heavy kick to his gut, sending him flying and crashing through several pews until he came to a skidding stop. His breathing becoming heavy-laden, the Joker hobbled up to his feet and spoke once more. "Is all this for you, or for me? You must know that I'm a lost cause. But there's still hope for you. Yes, I've got great hopes for you. So c'mon! Don't stop now!" He taunted again, as the Batman's approach went from a slow walk to a full on-dash, followed by two quick strikes to the face, after which the Joker was once more lifted off the ground, and thrown across the chapel, into a stain glass window, shattering it.
The Joker grabbed two of the larger, sharper shards in each hand and started picking himself up off the ground. "You just can't get it through your thick skull. We both exist, because of them!" Batman walked towards him once more. "Give up! You've lost!" He shouted towards the Joker. Once he was close enough, with his right hand's shard the Joker tried to slash at the Batman, who quickly dodged the attack, and disarmed his right hand. Following in quick succession, the Joker tried to bring down the other shard upon the Dark Knight's head. Batman grabbed his arm and disarmed that hand as well, and in a particularly brutal fashion, proceeded to beat down the Joker, striking him hard well over a dozen times.
After what had to be almost three dozen punches, the Batman connected an uppercut to the Joker, sending him into the air, landing upon the alter. Batman followed swiftly, and as the Joker began to laugh, he grabbed his throat, pinning him down. But still, choked, the Joker managed several words. "That's why you do it, isn't it? You like the way it feels. It's what you need." Barely getting the words out of his mouth, an armored fist smacked across the Joker's face. The Batman proceeded once again to hoist the Joker into the air above him, with the clown laughing like a madman, before being thrown onto the ground before the alter. "C'mon baby, beat me till your knuckles bleed! And why stop there? You know there's only one way to stop me!" In response, Batman gripped the Joker by the throat, using both hands, wanting oh so dearly to crush his life out of existence. But before any further damage could be done, the Dark Knight delivered a swift smack to the Joker's head, knocking him out like a lightbulb.
That was all he could remember of that encounter. That was all he remembered in the on and off times he had been incarcerated in Blackgate as well. No matter all the heists, all the interrogations, all the psychiatric exams, all the brutal encounters with that same Dark Knight, that was the one encounter that kept coming back to him.
It had been a year since that day. And likewise, he had been a regular among the Gotham Underworld. Not long after that encounter, he broke out of Blackgate, and went on a long spree of crimes before being caught once more by the Batman. And he broke out, and did it again. And again. It was a constant cycle, almost routine to the Joker. It was funny. But then again, to him, all things were. Well, most things.
Here he sat in a cell, wearing the dull, orange prison jumpsuit, a very tacky choice of clothing, even for a prisoner he might add, waiting. Waiting. Waiting for the time for... his boys to be breaking him out of here. And that time happened to be right now.
From outside his cell, the Joker heard first an explosion, then gunshots, a couple more explosions, and then... nothing. Nothing except for his men dragging there heels to get their 'Clown Prince of Crime', as people in Gotham had taken to calling him, out of his current predicament. Once they opened up his cell, and tossed him his usual dress wear, he quickly slipped into the pants, the shirt, the purple jacket, and demanded a firearm from one of his so-called Lieutenants. After receiving a very big revolver, the Joker spoke to the same man. "Took you long enough. So, how's our little party coming along?" He asked.
The Lieutenant nodded and replied. "We've taken control of the cell blocks and administration. All cells have been opened up, we've dispersed guns from the armory to the others, and we're keeping the cops at bay. All as you had planned." He stated. The Joker clasped his hands behind his back and considered the report, nodding, and once more spoke. "And my friend, the Warden?" He asked, a smile curling up on his face. "Held hostage over by Cell Block D." The response earned a hearty chuckle from the Joker. Before his boss could speak, the Lieutenant spoke once again. "We also got the boat waiting for you by the drainage pipe." The Joker smiled, and started walking away from his cell. "Good, good. As much as I can't wait to see Bats again, I think I need to make a hasty departure. Let's get moving, shall we?" He stated, as a bellowing laugh resonated from his lungs.
The long, dark night had just begun.