Marvel Vs DC: The Fall Of Man

| 1 | Deadman Wonderland - DC

Harley Quinn entered the room and spotted the vicious looking outline of a man peering through a window. Half of his face was revealed by the light, as he shifted in the complete darkness he was enveloped in. Then she saw it, his horrifying features.

A chin that was chiseled, rough, and long. Red eyes that saw nothing but madness. Sloppily done makeup stained his face, a large red splash of eyeliner and nothing but pale white on his cheeks and forehead. He was one of the skinniest men she had ever seen. When he extended an arm, she grasped it and he pulled her forward. Soon, she was being embraced by him. The side of her head felt his chest, and he laughed maniacally. She paid no mind, but instead looked out of the window across from the two of them.

"One day, my love." His raspy voice filled her ears. "This will all be ours." She smiled, a gesture he couldn't see. She looked up into his red eyes and felt the wrinkles of his face with her fingertips.

"One day, Mr. J." She paused and a tear shed across her face. "One day."

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"Take the bitch down." A thug, fashioned in ragged clothing, used the butt of a metal baseball bat to send a weak, women down to her knees. The back of her head opened and blood dripped down the strands of her hair. He swung again, this time hitting her spine, sending her face straight down towards the cold concrete.

"Hey, Lucas. Would ya stop? The boss wants her alive." She picked her head up and finally the thug could see her beautiful face.

"Rachel Doss...I see." Lucas handed another one of his "friends" the bat and continued towards Rachel, who spit blood and saliva at his feet. He kicked her in the face, turning her upside down, choking on her own blood. She held her throat as he viciously beat her.

"Lucas! Stop! We need her alive!"

"I ain't gonna kill her." Lucas looked down and saw the distress and pain in her eyes and he let his grasp of her go. "Well, I ain't gonna say sorry."

"You don't have too. Just let the woman live." Lucas nodded, and stepped back. His instructor, more or less the leader, took Rachel by the hair as he bent down. He examined her face and kissed her bruised cheek. "This'll be nice for the Joker. This'll get The Bat...I'm sure of it." Just then, the hair at the top of his head was grazed with a fist. It sent him into a daze as his feet were thrown forward. Another fist swung and the leader was struck in the face. Soon the figure that had done the act of violence stood and revealed itself.

"Shit! The Bat!" Lucas was held down, his face was pummeled in. Another thug charged, but Batman got a girl of his arm and pulled him down to his knee, sending him into a state of unconsciousness. The final thug (who carried a pistol) fired three shots, none of which hit Batman, who flew upward, landing behind the thug with the gun.

Batman stretched an arm out and singlehandedly forced the gun out of the thugs grasp. Batman punched his jaw, a blow that sent him falling.

"Rachel." Batman quickly took to her side and lifted her up. He swung her arm around him as the two of them walked out of the alleyway which Rachel had been beaten in.

When she awoke, she found herself in a quaint mansion with a blanket of warmth covering her. She had stitches on her face and bandages on her cheeks. She rubbed the bruises the thugs had given her and coughed. She couldn't stop, and continued to cough out dusty hair and blood. Blood which landed on her palm. She examined it and began to cry.

"Don't, Rachel." Bruce Wayne stepped out of a corner holding a plate of steaming soup and tea. "Don't look at it. It only makes things worse."

"Bruce...how-?"