a/n: Sorry this chapter is a little rushed, I have a pretty big idea in mind and I just wanna get this part over with, honestly. Because i wanna write some angst okay ;-;
That's how it all started, anyways. First the poisonous dome that nobody could come within five feet of without getting sick went up. Whenever someone went to touch it or break it down, the veins in their body would go dark and visible, their skin would pale and their eyes would start to dull. If they didn't get away from the wayy after a second, they'd remain sick for a couple hours, likely. If they touched the wall, no matter how long you touched you, you would be sick for a long time. But if you touched the wall for more than thirty seconds? Nobody wanted to figure out what happens. And everything that's been thrown to the thick natural dome hasn't done anything.
The park's been under lock down for a full two hours, and about fifteen minutes past the first hour the entire group had been separated. The only person that you have with you is Alora and you've told her that you'll do her best to keep her safe for the most part. Thing's have been getting weird, too. You only know everything you do know about the Joker from social media, which explains why Poison Ivy is here if Harley Quinn is too. But, what you know about the others also comes from social media. The topic of DeathStroke is almost never on the news, but when it is it's got nothing to do with the Joker.
So why was a mercenary here taking charge of a carnival with a nutty clown?
A lot of people had been hiding, only about half an hour ago Batman showed up. Which begs the question, how'd he get in? There's been no real sighting of Robin that you knew of, but you heard some kid talking to his mom about Nightwing and the Red Hood.
It was dark, under the thick vine made up dome. There was fire that licked at the natural ceiling, but it did no damage. The fire must have been caused by one of the people who're the reason for all of this chaos. It was really getting to Alora, she kept shaking and every time someone would talk too loudly around the group of civilians you were in she'd jump out of fear and grab onto your arm.
A small building had been in lock down, the carnival was pretty damn big this year thanks to Wayne enterprises chipping in some money for the event. Probably assume the guy regrets this now because so much of Gotham's civilians were here. And since Bruce Wayne is always talking about making Gotham a better place again, this must really be a kick to the gut to the guys beliefs.
You knew just as much as anybody that gotham wasn't ever going to be the way it was again, and nobody can clearly remember a time when it was the best place in the first place.
The building had boarded up windows and doors, nobody could get in.
But that's just what the Joker wanted.
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[Danica's p.o.v]
Danica had taken Ben somewhere off away, where not many people were. Suited up, and began searching for you. It was no secret that Danica and Ben were not from here, she knew Damian and Tim were slowly putting piece and piece together. Surely enough Ben's physical albinism appearance gave away that he was the White bat, and Danica feels no reason to hide from Damian that she's the Robin that's been all over the tabloids lately, even though at first Damian had assumed this new Robin was you, considering he was aware of your dramatic irony for everything.
No. This new Robin was not you. It was Danica, and she isn't even supposed to be here. So is the really Robin? I mean, the R on her chest says otherwise, and even Ben isn't Batman. Ben's only met Batman twice, really. Didn't really get along with him.
Grandfather, will I ever wear the cowl?
Danica tried to focus on anything but her memories, Bart told her the entire time while she was back here they would try and creep up on her. She clipped in the long hair extensions that helped conceal her identity, not that it mattered now since she truly was running out of time to fix things. She had come too late in the first place, and that took a large chunk of time off of her own watch.
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