"Well"

Gunshots and the sound of doors opening could be heard all throughout the motel. Screaming and shouting was all that you could hear as footsteps stomped seemingly everywhere.

"I'm screwed"

The door to your room burst open, and 2 men walked in. Something akin to kitchen knives were grasped in their hands. They looked around the room, the grip on the knives tightened.

They saw no one.

One of the men made their way towards the bed in the corner. It was a mess, with one of the pillows on the ground and the blanket messily spread about. After throwing the blanket off the bed to make sure no one was hiding underneath, the man got on the ground, about to search under the bed.

Taking a quick peak and I don't nothing, he went to go help the other man look through the closet.

After finding nothing, both of them left. Moving onto the next room.

Soon both men went a floor lower, and you proceeded to get out of the pillow case on the floor.

Your breathing was erratic, and your heart was beating considerably fast.

'I don't think horror games will give me the same thrills if I make it out alive. Fuck, even in a different reality I'm still on the run from literally everyone'

You looked towards the opened door and quietly ran towards it. A silent click that only you could hear was all the noise that was made as you closed it.

'Ok. So if I get caught or seen, chances of death are extremely high. Only fight if necessary, or else someone might just be like "Fuck the money, GUYS HE'S OVER HERE" and I'd be swarmed. Sure, I could almost definitely take them, but I don't know if any superpowered freaks are here.

Let's just hope a Character isn't here"
I'm having you refer to any DC important character as just character to make my life easier

You looked at the blank T.V. screen once again.

'Real smart Waller.
Normal people will do whatever it takes to bring me in, because even if they kill someone trying to get to me you swore on national television to excuse it from their records.
Villains will use this as a chance to either get revenge on me for killing Jack, the money, or a chance to start fresh. I'm basically a cash cow to them, the golden goose if you will.
Hero's probably would've taken me in regardless, but in order to keep damage to a minimal from this whole ordeal, they'll just want to capture me. Not to mention knowing a lot of they're sense of "justice", most of them will come after me because I killed Jack.
And I already pissed off the Bat family.

Shiiiiiiiiiiiit'

You began looking around the room. There were no windows, in fact, there probably weren't any windows in the entire building. You remember spotting a door to the roof when you were heading in, and seeing a fire alarm door multiple times throughout the building.

'In short, I'm as fucked as when Spider-Man didn't catch Gwen in time"

You began to put all of the blankets and bedsheets you could find on top of each other in an organized manner, tying them together in the process.

'Which is why'

Running around the room, you grabbed all cord like objects in the room, from wires to sheets, to any line-like object basically.

'This son of a bitch'

You tied them onto the blankets and bedsheets in a weird way, before folding all of it until it could fit in between you elbow and side.

"Is gonna go against the system once more"

Thus, operation"Sneaky Boi" commenced.

You kept on slowly making your way up to other floors, your goal being the roof.
Why was your goal the roof? Well the lower floors were flooded with people entering the building, as well as others starting their search near the bottom floors, and making they're way upwards.

The roof however, was where your escape would happen.

'It's been kinda easy so f-DON'T JINX IT'

There were 15 small floors in the motel before the roof, and you started on floor 8. Floor 11 is where you were currently at.

"Let's start at the top, if others work their way up, we have a better chance of finding him if he's on one of the higher floors"

You heard the voice slightly echo, followed by another voice giving a little laugh and agreement.
Their footsteps could be heard rushing up the stairs.

'Two flights below'

Putting down the mixture of cables, blankets, and bedsheets, you patiently waited during one of the many turns you have to take when going up motel stairs, as their footsteps got closer and closer. You clutched the now scratched knife in your hand, as the katana you stole layed in a make-shift sheathe you made that was now strapped on your back.

'Aaaaaaaaaaand'

You heard one reach the top of the flight right next to where you were hiding.

'NOW!'

Immediately using the knife, you slashed the first mans achilles heel, promptly making him drop to the floor. Before he could scream on the way down, you uppercutted him.

The momentum of the fall along with the punch knocked him out completely on impact.

"Bro?"

It was the second man, another flight down.
Apparently they had been racing to see who could get to the top.

When he reached the same spot as the previous man, you did the same thing.

'Stealth Kill, +2 points'

You leaned both of their unconscious bodies against the wall in a seated position, so it would look like they were just drunk or something. Thankfully, you only did shallow cuts as there was barely any blood splattered about.

Snatching up the bundle of objects you put down earlier, you once again began to make your way up to the rooftop. This time increasing your speed quite a bit as you got further and further from the bottom floors.

All the while the pink panther theme was playing in your mind.

Surprisingly, you didn't encounter anyone else before you reached floor 15.

'Are they all stupid? Like for real, this is a truly basic plan' Begrudgingly, you had to admit the truth.

You peered your head down the hallway that led to the roof stairs, which was completely empty.

'Why aren't the rooftop stairs connected to the rest? I'm seriously gonna have to have a conversation with the designer of this place'

After another moment of thinking, you stepped out and into the hallway.

Your footsteps echoed slightly as you walked, making you flinch and cringe with each step. Apparently, there was no one on the top floor.

However, something was bothering you. This was...too easy.

Now don't get me wrong, you love getting out of situations like this easily. But that was way too unrealistic. From your experience, when something appeared easy it was usually just to lure you in to a false sense of security.

'And here I was thinking I got over everything' You chuckled at your paranoia, but that didn't make it go away.

The silence that accompanied each footstep started to make you feel uneasy. You looked over your shoulder, only to see nothing. Your breathing picked up slightly, as you remembered the fact that when you think you're the most safe you could ever be, you're usually in the most danger.

'Fuck, this doesn't feel ri'-

4 steps away from the stairs, something wrapped around your leg.

"Well shit"

It retracted at extremely high speeds, causing you to fall on your back. Before you could react you were off.

Taking out your knife, you began to try and cut the rope. To your surprise it broke quite easily.

You were on the opposite end of the hallway that led to the roof. A good 35 or so feet.

Without hesitation you began to sprint towards the end of the hallway, only for one of the room doors to suddenly fling out, crashing into you.

The impact caused your back to hit the wall, and you crumpled to the ground side-first with a thud.

"Well well well. What do we have here?"

You looked up at the person's face, only to see a familiar pattern of half orange and half black.

'Well would you look at that, I'm gonna die'

But then you noticed something else.

"Slade doesn't have breasts, does he?" You mumbled that part a loud.

You looked at the person closely, noticing there built, yet feminine physique. They had white hair flowing behind them, seemingly unrestricted by the mask. A blue like metal littered everywhere there wasn't orange and black.

'Unless I'm in a world where every Hero and Villain is a woman instead of their usual genders, that means......HOLY SHIT! ITS......WOMANSTROKE- I MEAN ROSE'

"What did you just say to me?" You could hear the voice clearly, even through the mask.
You could also hear the bloodlust and cruelty behind the words.

'What's with all the sadists in this world'

Almost falling over you got back to your feet, a stoic expression you face.

"I'm a hot boy that has that "come and get me magic" so let's skip the bad acting and get to the good stuff"

She looked at you in complete, utter confusion, and you took note of how the mask was surprisingly expressive.

You bent down, making it look like you were tying your shoe. One of your hands however, touched the now broken-in-two door.

"Here let me"-

You flung the door right into her face, sending her flying back into the room.

"RUN!" You screamed out in your moment of adrenaline, as you booked it down the hallway.
'Go go go go go'
You looked behind you for a moment, to see a hand grip the end of the hall where the door once was. Black energy was leaking from the room.
'GO GO GO GO GO GO-YYYYYYOOOOWW'

You fell over as you looked down to where the pain originated from.

There was a sword in your leg.

"DID YOU JUST THROW A FUCKING SWORD INTO MY LEG YOU HALF BLOODED BASTAR-I MEAN FUN FAMILY FRIENDLY VIGILANTE"

She was walking towards you, but after that comment, she was full on Olympic sprinting.

'This is gonna hurt, isn't it?'

You pulled out the sword, biting your lip as to not scream in pain, and threw it back at her.
The problem was, by the time this series of events took place, she was basically a metre away from you. Combined with the tight space you both were in, it made it impossible to dodge.

It also hit her in the leg, causing her to stumble to the ground.

"HAH! How does it feel to be the one penetrated!"
You could even see through the white eye mask she had on, that she was seething with anger.
"Aaaaawwwww, did I take your first time?" You said in a mocking tone.

She pulled out another sword from her back and took out the one in her leg, flinching as she did so. She then, while limping, made her way to her feet. You did the same, pulling out Robin's katana and using that to hoist yourself upwards.

For a moment you both stared at each other, as you both could feel another fight was about to com-

You turned your body around, and began to to hop stoically towards the stairs.

"What the hell?" You heard behind you.

Turning your head, you saw her hopping as well, before that turned to limping, then walking, then runni-
'HOW IS SHE RUNNING?!'

You began to hop faster, but you felt two hands on you shoulder. Looking up, you saw her somersault above you, using your body as a launch pad, and ended up in front of you.

Or rather, in front of the rooftop exit that you had been gunning on escaping through.

'Why can't I have proper regeneration powers? Why is it the psycho, trauma induced hot people that always get them. Damn did I just describe myself? Minus the psycho of course, I'm a completely sane individual'

"Now, we can do this the easy way" She said, her voice snapping you out of your thoughts as she cracked her knuckles.
"Or the hard way"
She unsheathed both swords again, even the one that was stuck in her leg that still had her blood on it.

"Oooooooo, you're into this kinda stuff. What should I say? You lead" You said in a ................seductive? voice.

"What is wrong with you?"
"I like dat fire baby"
"No for real, are you high?"
"So you prefer it on the ceiling, your kinks involve superpowers?"

'I'm gonna die if I keep talking like this, I'm definitely 100% going to die' The thought passed, but your own warning didn't stop you.

"I got a superpower of my own if you, know what I me"-

You pulled out your(Robin's) katana and slashed the air in front of you. The blade deflected a shot that would've cut your arm clean off.

Quickly following suit, another strike aimed for your shoulder missed by you twisting your body out of the way.

"So it wasn't a fluke" You heard her ask as both swords went back closer to her, some anticipation in her voice.

"What?"

"You didn't kill the Joker by chance, that means....."

There was a look in her eyes that you recognized, and for a moment it felt like you were staring in a mirror of your past self.

Her expression was that of pure excitement, an almost crazed look in her eyes.

"This'll be a fun one"

"Are you a sadis"-

You felt a blow aimed for the centre of your chest was coming.

Following your instincts you used the katana to slightly deflect it, making it slice the clothes near your ribs instead of your chest.

A smile was on Ravager's face as you did this.

'Well, I wonder how ill make it out of this one alive'

"Master Bruce, I implore you eat something"
"Not now Alfred"
"Master Bruce yo"-
"I SAID NOT NOW ALFRED"

Both Alfred and Damian flinched as Bruce yelled out, something uncharacteristic of him.

"I'm calling the League" Batman muttered, this time in a much more contained voice.

Pressing the button on the bat-computer, the screen displayed in bold letters JL.

Bruce waited impatiently, tapping his foot with his head resting on his crossed hands. It was so....unlike him.

"F-father" the Robin asked, a stutter in his tone. He'd never seen him look so.....enraged.

"Damian" Without even raising his head the Wayne replied, still staring intently at the logo on the huge screen.

"Di-I mean Grayson is heading down from bloodhaven" Although he tried to conceal it, his eyes lit up as he mentioned the vigilante, a tiny bit of excitement in his tone. He truly wanted to see his brother again.

"Good, that's good. It's be nice to have him here" Was all he got in response, as Batman mumbled quietly to himself.

"Damian, please leave me and Alfred, tell Barbara not to enter the cave either if she decides to drop by"

"But fath"-
"Damian"

He interrupted, looking at him sternly. Damian could see the pain behind those eyes though, the suffering, the confusion.

"Yes father"

His footsteps echoed throughout the hollow sounding cave. The sound of the elevator chiming notified them both that Robin had left.

Bruce's posture immediately slumped in his chair, as he rubbed his forehead with his hand.

He looked over to Alfred, unaware of the gleam in his eyes.
Alfred recognized it all too well.

It was that same look he saw when he showed up to take Master Bruce home that day. The same, empty look that he'd show the first few days after the incident. The same look he had so desperately tried to keep from ever appearing on Bruce's face..

"What do I do Alfred?"

It was the same question he had asked all those years ago.

"What you always have done, Master Bruce"

"Alfred, Gotham is a war-zone. The balance in the city has completely crumbled"

"All the Arkham inmates have already escaped, and I'm willing to bet they've used every ounce of blackmail and leverage they had to make use of this chance now that he's dead. People are rioting in the streets. Gangs are already trying to take over Burnley, where Joker's main operations took place" Bruce couldn't help but chuckle at the absolute absurdity going on.

"Now almost every citizen, Villain, and Hero in Gotham is hunting down his killer, who somehow knows our identities"

Both of his hands were clasped over either side of his face, as the headache within his mind grew.

"Just like I said Master Bruce, what you always have done"
"And what would that be Alfred? Letting another kid suffer through what I have in my negligence?"
"Bruce"

Wayne's eyes widened a bit in shock. Alfred wasn't addressing him with his title.

"Do you remember when Bane broke your back?"

"Yes, I fai"-

"You spent months relearning how to walk and fight, even though it looked like you'd be bedridden forever, and defeated him. Do you remember when Scarecrow locked you in a room with fear toxin for days, as you relived the death of your parents and loved ones for a seemingly external amount of time?"

"I allowed myself to be capt"-

"You fought through you fears, capturing him on the process, and saved the victim he was about to experiment on"

"Bruce, The Joker is dead. It was going to happen eventually. This...cycle you guys had was destroying you and him even further. Maybe its for the best that he's gone" Alfred whispered that last part, unsure of how Wayne would respond to that.

"I fai"-

"BRUCE, YOU DID NOT FAIL GOTHAM, IT WOULD'VE FALLEN INTO RUIN LONG AGO IF YOU NEVER EVEN TRIED TO MAKE IT A BETTER PLACE! SO IF YOU DARE SAY "I COULDN'T PROTECT IT" THEN SO HELP ME, ALL OF THE INJURIES YOU'VE RECEIVED IN YOUR ENTIRE LIFE WON'T AMOUNT TO WHAT I'LL DO TO YOU"

Bruce stared at his butler and father figure, seemingly in a shocked-trance at what just happened.

"Master Bruce"

His voice stirred him, as Wayne felt his heartbeat begin to rise.

"Just like the crisis's before, just like the calamities before, just like the evil before, you will rise to challenge them, and you will win.
You know why"

The bat-computer began to split into many different screens, as the members of the Justice League popped up in their suits, ready for anything.

"That's right" Bruce turned so he was facing the screen, his back to Alfred.

"Because I'm Batman"

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