[ EU ] Batman turns evil and starts committing crimes rather than stopping then . The Joker realises that in order to remain Batman 's antagonist he must turn good and become a hero .

He reached out with one gloved hand and picked up the gold bar from the metal table. He felt it's weight, admired it's shine and read the print embedded into it's surface. 
 
 `` Property of Gotham First National.'' The face behind the mask smiled. `` Not any more it's not.'' 
 
 `` Tsk tsk, that's not what I expected from you, Bats.'' The masked man whirled around to see a dishevelled character in halloween makeup leaning in the doorway. `` Bit below your talents, is n't it?'' 
 
 `` What do you want, Clown?'' asked The Batman. `` Bit early for trick or treat is n't it?'' 
 
 `` Actually it's right on time. Now what are you doing here with all this wonderful...'' He walked into the room, lifted his arms, twirled gracefully and breathed deeply. ``... Gold.'' 
 
 `` I'm liberating it.'' 
 
 `` Crap!'' The clown gazed menacingly at Batman. `` You do n't need money, you do n't need any of this rubbish you've been taking. What's up with you anyway? You used to be fun, now you're just... boring.'' 
 
 `` I'm taking what I'm due, this city owes me for the years of selfless devotion I've given it.'' 
 
 The Joker burst into riotous laughter. `` Selfless? You?'' He bent over as his laughter threatened to run away with him. `` That's... oh God this is so...''. He made an effort to get himself under control, and finally managed to retain his composure enough to speak. 
 
 `` You, Bats, are an absolute riot. You spent years chasing and punishing people that did n't measure up to your expectations, you left a trail of bodies in your wake as you sailed through life as this'Untouchable Beacon of Righteousness'. Selfless? You're the most selfish person I have ever met.'' 
 
 `` So what do you care then? If I'm so selfish then taking what I want, when I want would fit right in with you.'' 
 
 `` But it's boring Bats, it's not you. That pantomime you established, the one you spent years chiseling away in your little hole in the ground, tightly bound in leather, plastic and kevlar, that was something. This, this thing you've become, it's... puerile, boring, absolutely no fun at all.'' 
 
 `` Again, what's it to you?'' 
 
 `` Do n't you see love, we're the same you and me. Well not exactly the same, obviously I got the good looks but we're the two sides of the same coin. One of Harvey's coins actually, you're the scratched side of course...'' 
 
 `` Will you be coming to some sort of point in the near future?'' 
 
 `` The point my dear fellow, is that we were the personification of good and bad. If you go bad, what do I do?'' 
 
 `` Children's parties?'' 
 
 `` Not funny, all those little snot nosed brats... but I digress. I enjoy our sparring, our battle of wills. I do something horrendously evil and funny, you turn up and try to spoil the fun. That's how it's supposed to work, Bats, that's how this story goes.'' 
 
 `` Not anymore it does n't. Now I'm the criminal mastermind that runs Gotham, I'm making two bit hoods like you obsolete.'' 
 
 The Joker grasped his chest and feigned surprise. `` I'm hurt Bats, really I am. Your razor sharp wit always cut me to the core.'' The clown giggled then looked back at the Caped Crusader. `` I guess I could always play the good guy. I could get my own Clown Cave, with a Clown Car, and chase you all over this city. I wonder if Commissioner Gordon will make a Clown Signal for me.'' 
 
 `` Whatever.'' The Batman grabbed a crate of gold bars and moved towards the door. 
 
 `` Now wait a minute, Bats, I'm serious. I could become the good guy here, I could be the one saving the city, it could be me that these lowly citizens look to for justice.'' 
 
 `` Yeah, and Catwoman will start wearing polyester.'' He walked out the door, leaving the Joker all alone in the room.'' 
 
 `` I really could do this,'' he said to himself. `` I could be a shining beacon of light, I could be the hero this city deserves.'' He looked around at the room, empty except for one lone crate of gold bars. 
 
 `` Screw it.'' He grabbed the crate and skipped giggling out of the room.
