[ WP ] - Joker seeks vengeance for the death of Batman

4:32 A.M. September 9th. 
 
 The night's sky was broken by a very bright light. In the past, this light was a sight of great joy for the Joker. It meant his friend was about to come out and play. The signal was the redirected - down from the clouds, across the top of the buildings, and finally pointed at a street. 
 
 The darkness of the night was broken with the dim light of the streetlamps. Each orb making a halo of light on the ground. The wet streets glistened, each orb causing light to bleed in a ring - intersecting each other. Rain water flowed down hill, dragging more light with it. Hints of red shown as the water gave into gravity. 
 
 The Batman was strung up by his feet on the top of the streetlamp. He was lit by the bright lights, his cape covering his face. His mask was gone. Blood dripped down from the tip of the cape, like his suit was crying. 
 
 Joker saw his friend hanging from the light, and was perplexed. `` Bats does n't make a joke. What the hell is going on?'' He said to Harley. As they approached the body, it quickly became apparent the Batman still was n't funny. 
 
 Joker moved the cape to the side. Bruce's face was cut off. The mask was missing. Looking up, and down the body, Joker saw massive stab wounds. 
 
 `` STAB WOUNDS. THIS IS N'T FUNNY.'' Joker was incredulous and furious. How could the Batman die? And why was n't it funny? 
 
 `` Harley, dear, tell me a joke.'' the Joker said. Harley was lost. 
 
 `` I said tell me a joke, Harley.'' The Joker growled at her. 
 
 `` Why did the chicken cross the road?'' She said blankly. She was still stunned. Batman was strung up before her, and her eyes saw what her mind could not accept. 
 
 `` Why? WHY?'' the Joker screamed at her. 
 
 She knew her words here were pivotal. 
 
 `` To get vengeance for the rest of the hens.'' 
 
 A slow smile crept across the Joker's face. 
 
 And something clicked. He finally got it. Batman was n't just his play thing. Batman played with everyone. He was the best entertainer Gotham had ever seen! Someone had to fill his shoes. Someone had to keep this city going. Without Batman, who would play with the rest of Gotham's great minds - err villains? Who would bring justice and then run from it at the same time - err, who would stop the city from being destroyed without claiming fame? 
 
 Joker's thoughts were a mess, which is really saying something. Had he always known a sense of justice? Maybe not. But it was time for him to exact justice on whoever stopped his fun. 
 

