[ 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 .

The rumors were true. Now here we were. He was sitting on my throne and I was on the floor. Like a rug rut. Sniveling like a dog to grab on to the slathered remains of what was left of my empire. 
 
 It all started weeks earlier with a letter from Nygma. I almost did n't open it because Happy Days was on. 
 
 `` Mr.J'' Harley called, `` You got a letter from that guy who always asks questions!'' Harley, the wordsmith, was clearly at work here. 
 
 Opening the letter which I really hoped was an invite to his super bowl bbq HAHA. it truly came as a shock. 
 
 Where does a bat go in the dark? 
 
 That was it. I was distraught that this year I would n't be able to make my nachos, but deep down I knew something deeper was going on. It was the penguin who called first. 
 
 `` That nygma is f** % ^ & moron! Does he think we have time for his riddles!'' 
 
 `` Oh Cobblepot! You are such party pooper! Ca n't you just let Nygma be..'' 
 
 I was intrigued. Then things became unsettling. 
 
 Poor Harvey. He was the first to go. I guess good ole bats did n't want the lawyer around. This time though things were different. The thugs and bottom feeders who batman usually locks up were not jailed. In fact they got gainfully employed. I wonder what the 401 k was? HaHAHA 
 
 Bats now had a gang. I knew he was coming for me. He plowed through everyone else like a freight train. I decided to make nachos and throw a party for my good ole pal Bats. 
 
 On his way here tonight I noticed something that made me all the more excited! Bats was shooting at the police. They surely had no chance now. I laughed at the news report. `` Batman is causing Chaos! Harley! Break out the champagne! Gotham is in Distress and its own hero is the one behind it! Harley!'' 
 
 A Loud pop, but no harley got me overly anxious. I peered at the television. Sure enough the helicopter was flying just outside my lair. Was I ready for my close up? Did I forget to cancel on Beyonce?! 
 
 Then it hit me like a ton of bricks. Literally it felt like a ton of bricks. When I woke up I looked up and there he was. Sitting in my chair. Laughing. Something quite cruel happens when hero's take villians spots. All anger and no class. But then it hit me again. Where does a bat go in the dark? The answer was now in front of me. He goes home. 
 
 `` Bats!'' I bellowed, `` You finally decided to come over have some nachos and play jenga! I can see you already made sure it was guys night out. She was getting on my nerves anyway today. What with her always talking about beyonce... I already put on a ring it!'' 
 
 He, per usual, was not being a good crowd, but this time he smirked. 
 
 `` I own this town now Joker. I own it all. You are nothing more than a thug who wished he was in kiss. This is my home. `` 
 
 Like a bolt of lightning it struck me. I am now the good guy here! What a twist! 
 
 `` Well then bats..'' 
 
 The shot hit me in the shoulder. He shot me! He really is a bad guy now! But see what he did n't know, and could n't have known, was that this was n't his home. I was going to send him there though. 
 
 `` I guess now is the time to tell you a riddle that nygma sent me.'' 
 
 He stayed silent. Pointing that silly little gun at me. Aiming it at my face dreaming of this very moment for years he now wanted to savor each drop. 
 
 `` He asked `` Where does a bat go in the dark?'' The obvious answer is Home. But see bats your home is not here. Not with us. See you are n't a member of this club. You never caused chaos. You were the bringer of organization, the bringer of pain and suffering against those who destroyed your prescious gotham. But see Bats you are new to this game. New to this world. You can take my throne bats, and you will feel right at home in it, but it is not your home. 
 
 He did n't know about the dynamite under the seat. Enough to blow the whole building down. If I had to be a hero it is with the glory of dying while killing batman and having all of gotham love me for it, that will make my winter into summer. 
 
 `` I thought our love was forever Bats. So to ensure that I put enough dynamite under you seat to blow up a whole city block.'' 
 
 Oof that hurt. He shot me again this time in the other shoulder. 
 
 `` Oh bats! Where did you get your gun license? The back of a cracker jack box!'' He laughed. I waited years to hear it. Years. 
 
 I pushed the button on my coat. The ensuing explosion blew the roof off the building. I fell on his now cold dead body. Finally I was the victor. I had killed the enemy. Hearing Gordon say it before the lights went out was soething truly astounding. It made this clown cry. `` I ca n't believe I am about to say this, but the Joker... Hes..He saved Gotham'' 
 
 All I could think of was the line, Home is where I sent him. Home. 

