"Why, if it isn't Batman"

You turned your head so that the man was in you vision, only to fully turn your body around, a blank expression on your face. The man in front of you was wearing a bat costume, but was significantly shorter than the Wayne you saw earlier. Plus there was something about the suit that made it feel.....cheap?

"Who, in the blue hell are you"
"I'm Batman"
"Batman doesn't sound like a child on helium, now who the fuck are you"

He looked at you unamused, before letting out a sigh and putting his hand to his ear.
"What do I do now?"
Although you couldn't hear it, there was definitely someone on the other end.

'Unless he's just crazy'

"You sure?" He asked into the intercom that you were still unable to see.

He pressed a button on the suit, and it began to twist and contort around him. Some of it began to retract into the middle of his body, before all of it seemingly ended up making a small cube of substance.

It basically transformed into a small cube.

"That was waaaay too slimy for my liking, didn't know you were into that stuff Boy Wonder"

When the suit came off, it revealed another suit hiding underneath. Red, black, and yellow coated him. An R plastered right on his chest.

'Alright, so I know he's Robin, but which one is he? I can't tell just by the suit, they all look the same'

Although you were kinda panicking internally, you didn't let that show on the outside.

"I asked for Batman, not his cheap sidekick, so why the hell are you here?" You asked in an annoyed tone. This was not going the way you wanted it to. Most of the Robins were cool, but maybe getting back to your own universe required someone who's dealt with hundreds of world ending events.

"Fair point, but, just who the hell are you?" He responded in turn. "For all we know, you could be a mass killer or someone sent by.....damn, there's a lot of people now that I think about it" The Hero's face scrunched up in thought.

'Well he's got a point there'
"So why are you here? I mean, let's say this meeting was a trap. I don't see the point in sending anyone"

"I offered" He replied, getting a little bit more frustrated himself with how this conversation was going nowhere.

"Couldn't you have sent, I don't know...Batgirl?"

"And why would we do that"

"So I could smaaaaaaaaaa"- You barely got the words out before a......birdarang? Flew in, directly going for your head.

You caught it the same way you did the other one.

"NICE, now I have another one to add to the collection"
You pocketed that one, and the batarang you were holding. I mean seriously, you have Jokers hat, one of Batman's batarangs, and Robins, or at least one of the Robins birdarangs, are you collecting things from them?

It looked like the Robin was about to leap and attack you, but something told you the voice on the other end of the coms was convincing him not to.

"Let's just get down to business, I'm from a different ........reality? I guess that's the easiest way to put it" You were tired of all this foreplay.

"What do you mean, different reality?" He asked asked in a cold voice, obviously not amused with your "crazy talk".

"Did the clown send you? This is the FOURTH TIME he's used the alternate reality excuse" The Robin face palmed, which caused you stare at him with a deadpanned expression.

"No no, what I mean that there is no Robin, Batman, Superman, Heroes or Villains where I'm from. You all, are comic book Heroes"
You had nothing to hide, telling them all of this might sound crazy, but it was the fastest way to get home.

He looked at you for a moment, a skeptical look in his eyes, one that showed distrust and disbelief.

"Aww cmon it's true, that's how I knew who batsy was-I mean Batman was"

Time went in slow motion as the Robin leaped at you, his eyes hardening as he sprung from his spot.
'I really messed up this time didn't I?'

Throwing a few birdarangs mid-air, he attempted a flying kick to the face.

You simply ducked.

Since you were on the building ledge, the Robin went soaring off the building.

"FUCK I KILLED ANOTHER ONE!" You screamed out in a panic, if you did kill this Robin then there was a zero chance of getting help from batsy-I mean Batman.

You peered over the edge, expecting to see the bloody scene of Robin splattered on the pavement. Instead, you were met with a boot to the face.

As a consequence to this you went spiralling back while the Robin swung himself back onto the ledge, doing a little flip mid-air as well.

"So you do work with the Joker huh? And even if you don't, you're not normal" He said menacingly, killing intent oozing from him.

'He's killed? Robin doesn't kill? WHO THE HELL IS THIS'

"U-uhm n-no I don't kn-know Jac-I mean Joker, who e-even is that, a car sal-salesman?"

You weren't stuttering out of fear. It was mainly out of concern and shock. To be honest you guessed the Robin in front of you was Dick Grayson. But from what you remember Dick as a Robin never killed anyone.

'Is this just a replica world?! Is this not the main DC universe?!! Is all my prior knowledge of this world useless?!?'

A thousand thoughts were going through your mind at that moment. Yet a single action from the Hero in front of you cleared away those thoughts momentarily.

The Robin reached behind him, pulling out a katana.

'WHY DOES ROBIN HAVE A KATANA'

He slowly began to make his way towards you.

'NO SERIOUSLY WHY DOES HE HAVE A KATANA'

"You're not normal, as in, your eyes. You've killed people, and it's my job to take people like you in"

As he went for an overhead swing, you pulled out the spare knife you had on you, the one you bought with the shovel from earlier off camera- I mean before you left.

Blocking the hit, the Boy Wonder kicked your stomach, sending you backwards and causing a screeching sound to be heard as the metal scraped against metal.

Landing in a crouched position, you looked at the knife in your hand. A noticeable scratch on it.

"I JUST BOUGHT THIS TODAY! YOU BETTER PAY ME BACK MR. DADDY ISSUES!" You yelled out, noticing the way the Robin began to grind his teeth as he once again began to run towards you.

'Ok, so he has daddy issues, now, which Robin has said issues' You thought about it for a moment, before using the knife to re-direct an incoming slash into the ground. While doing this you into his eyes, and saw hatred burning within them.

'THEY ALL HAVE DADDY ISSUES'

While you were distracted, you didn't see the punch going straight for your face.
You sure felt it though.

Another punch to your ribs and kick to your leg followed suit before you managed to block a powerful spin kick, which was once again aimed for your face. The force of the kick sent you back, giving some distance between you two.

You slowly lifted your hand to your face, you recognized the feeling of a liquid meeting it.

A warm feeling felt flooded over your lips that originated from your nose, the pain in your ribs increased slightly all the while.

Your eyes narrowed as you stared at the Robin, killer intent began leak from you as your eyes met his. You were furious.

You did not like to be the one bleeding.

Your vision went slightly red as the jokey light that usually shone in your eyes faded slightly. But, only slightly.

Rolling your neck, your eyes never left his. You simply asked him a question.

"Well then, little birdie, you wanna get serious and die as well?" A cold voice different to your normal left your lips.

You saw him look at you, a hint of surprise, yet disgust in his expression.

"As well?"

"Of course, after all, I've already killed someone you already, let's just say you had a "close" relationship with"
'Fuck me and my big mouth' You thought as you said this, but you couldn't stop your impulsiveness.

Covering ground abnormally fast full on sprinted, switching the knife so you were holding it like a dagger.

Surprised by the sudden change in battle styles, the Robin attempted a downward slash towards your arm, only for you to catch it in between your fingers like you did the birdarang.

He looked at, masked white eyes wide.
"Who the stops a sword with their fingers?"

"To be honest, I know a guy"

Grabbing the blade, you threw it across the rooftop, before landing a punch to his stomach. Not giving him any room to breathe, you followed it up by hitting him in the face with the hilt of the knife/dagger.

A piece of the mask covering Robins eyes disappeared, leaving a hole that you could visibly see one of his eyes through.

You saw fear.
And you loved it.
'Wow, now I'm the kinky bastard'

You swept at his legs, causing him to jump to avoid it.
Almost supernaturally kicked him while he was airborne, which made him to tumble away due to the recoil.

By the time he opened his eyes, you were already on him. Having one hand behind his back, you pinned him down by the head.

He tried to struggle, but he couldn't break free.

While he did this you let out a few quick breaths, a pain in your arms from your sudden burst of speed.

'At least I caught him off guard. If I didn't this fight would've been dragged or I would've lost'

Taking out the com in his ear, you put it to yours.

"Heya Batman, I got one of your birds here, although he's a little roughed up- so anyway you think we could talk peacefully?"

A silky, smooth, dark voice replied.

"From what you said earlier, the only thing I got from that is that your crazy, and a killer. Therefore, there's nothing for us to talk about"

'Worlds greatest detective my ass'

"I'll give you a cookie if you agree to talk"

"Let Robin go"

"Let me fuck Catwoman"

"What?"

"I mean"-

"You're going to the GCPD, and you'll end up with a few broken bones if you don't let Robin go this instant"

A tick mark appeared on your forehead.
'I'm getting nowhere'

You looked back down at the Robin below you, and remembered who he was.

"AH! Damian right? The assassin kid?"

His eyes widened, and he began to squirm even more.

"I do admit, for a kid, you're a pretty good fighter. But you should've never made me bleed"

Your voice was cold and emotionless during that last part, as he turned his still cement buried head slightly so that he could look you in the eyes through the part in his mask where a hole was.

"Are you with the League of Assassins?" He muffled out, face still pressed against the rooftop.

"The League of Assassins? Nah, I'm trying to avoid those knife crazy shits. I'm someone else entirely"

"Then who are you?" He asked again.

"Me? Well........"
"I'm someone who knows everything about everything here. Most of it at least"

"God?" He asked again.

"Nope, I ain't got no powers"

"Jesus?"

"Me and him still have to finish our duel"

"You fought Jesus?"

"That's besides the point Damian"

You felt his body stiffen at the name.

"How do you know my identity"

You decided in that moment, that you wouldn't reveal what you said earlier. It appeared that it had already left their minds. Besides, they just thought you were crazy. Revealing how much you do know and don't know leaves you with more leverage with people like Batman, heck, you could even bribe him.

However, you were gonna have to leave them wanting answers.

'If I just say I know Damian's and Bruce's identities then they'll think I'm with the League of Assassins since they know the same. Being associated with them is a no-no'

You did not want to get involved with the people who have a pool that can bring people back to life, but more demented.
Also, you didn't want them to somehow do something to you that could reveal the location of Joker's body, because then, there was a chance he could brought back to life. Even more crazy.

Jack would be dead forever.

"Oh it's not just you Wayne, I know the identity of the rest of your little flock" You mused. You tried not to strain your voice, after all you knew you were walking a very dangerous game at the moment.

"Let me seeeeeeee, Dick, Tim, what was her name......CARRIE! Yes Carrie how could I forget"

You leaned in to his ear, taking what you believed to be a smoke pellet from the Robins utility belt.

"I even know about the black sheep of your little family.
Tell me, how's Jason doing?"

You threw the smoke pellet on the ground, disappearing in it. But not before taking the Robins katana that lay on the other need of the rooftop.

The smoke cleared after a while, leaving no one but Robin, laying there on the ground.

As you ran from rooftop to rooftop, jumping between them, you heard the bird say this.

"Father, we have a problem"

"SON OF A MOTHER"

You threw a random chair you stole into your rented bedroom's wall, causing splinters of wood to go flying everywhere.

Your hands rested on your knees, as you tried to catch your breath. You'd been at this for hours.

"STUPID, STUPID STUPID" You yelled out.

'HOW COULD THIS GO SO WRONG! They think I'm working or worked with Ja-Joker, that I'm possibly equally as crazy, and they're probably gonna hunt me down and not let me explain myself. I'm not going to Arkham. As much as I want to meet Harley there is a chance of me being beat to death with a baseball bat, that is NOT the way I want to go out'

'Wait, is the Suicide Squad a thing yet?'

'Yeah no, I ain't getting captured. The chance of Waller suddenly deciding that I'd be a good fit for the team and implanting a FUCKING BOMB IN MY HEAD ARE ALSO HIGH'

You jumped face first into the bed on the other side of the room, not removing your head from its face-down position as you sunk into the mattress. Finally turning your head to the side so that you could breathe, you muttered.

"Just what the hell am I going to d"-
"BREAKING NEWS!"

You heard the T.V. shout, as the channel switched on its own.

You groaned as you slowly got out of the bed to turn it off. Muttering, you asked yourself "Should I order takeout?"

As your finger was on the power button, you heard the line-
"The Joker found to be dead"
'What'

Turning up the volume to the max, you heard other T.V.'s in the motel do the same.

"It was discovered that on the S/N street, the last reported place the dubbed "Prince of Crime" was reported to be seen, security footage has captured what transpired that day"

Almost every T.V. in the motel was switched to this channel, so it felt like the reporters voice was surrounding you in all angles.

'Security cameras..........I WAS SO SHELLSHOCKED I FORGOT- SON OF A BITCH!'

"As you all know, ever since the attempted bank robbery the Joker failed in the previously reported bank robbery, apparently to get some money so that the IRS wouldn't come knocking, he hasn't been seen since. This is an odd behaviour we would never expect from the Clown. However, after tiredly searching through all of the S/N security footage on that day, well, let's just show you. We recommend all children look away from the screen"

What followed next was exactly what you remembered, although there was no audio. The initial swipe, to the gag teeth and gas, cardboard cutout and even the part where you started to bleed, which resulted in you initiating a sequence which caused a knife to shoot up from your hand.

You saw the mouths of you and Joker talking, , but once again, there was no audio.

The apartment walls were spinning, and you were starting to feel sick.

Your face was on the security camera, and currently being broadcasted to at least every screen in Gotham, to possibly the world given how much of a threat the Joker was.

Everyone from Heroes to Villains now knew what you look like.

After showing the events that transpired that day, the reporter showed back up on the main screen, her voice shaking.

"A-as y-you can se-see, The J-Joker, is dead"

Although you couldn't see it, you felt it. Their eyes. The eyes of the Characters, all trained on your face, your image.

They were going to come find you.

The screen switched to a symbol of the American government, before a certain someone popped up on screen, business suit and all.

"After looking into the life of "The man who killed The Joker," we can confirm that there was nothing suspicious about him. All medical records, bills, bank accounts, personal information, everything was perfectly normal.

A laugh escaped the representative.

"Which is why I'm quite confused, on how a random person managed to kill someone who we hadn't managed to keep detained for a set time in years.
How did a random person move like a trained killer? How did a random person have the instincts to do what this man did? How can a random person with completely normal medical bills have a knife implanted into his hand?"

"How can a random person kill The Joker?"

"Simple, they can't. This man is possibly the most dangerous man walking the U.S. grounds. We know nothing about him. In fact, it was almost as if he suddenly popped into our world a few days ago"

"Before this encounter, there have been no previous mention or sightings of the man in the video. Which leaves me to believe he might be apart of something bigger"

She looked at the camera, before smiling.

"We are issuing an international manhunt. Anyone that brings him in alive will get a sum of 100 million no strings attached, along with their criminal record if they have one being annulled, no matter who it is or how heinous the crime. If brought in dead, you will only receive a sum of 5 million, with your criminal record not being removed, but your time in prison being shortened"

'FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK'

Amanda Waller spoke once more.
"His name is Y/N L/N, the man who killed the Joker, and is currently residing at M/N motel"

"Let the hunt begin"

And with that, the screen shut off.

It was silent for a few moments, the world itself taking a breath as everyone processed the information that was just received.

That's when the gunshots started.

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