Joker & Harley Quinn, The Final Fight

Inspection

Gordon pulled his car up to the scene. It seemed like sound was nonexistent while lights flashed and sirens went off. Caution tape had already been put down by the time he got there. Policemen surrounded the area as people slowed their cars to see what was happening. As he opened his car door, Gordon felt as if the sound was replenished. Car horns honked at people driving slowly, chatter arose from the crowd of officers, the sirens seemed ten times louder, and the sound of engines from the cars around appeared to magnify. Gordon walked to the edge of the tape to take a look at the scene. A reporter's camera flashed next to him several times for the news paper. Gordon stared in awe; was he supposed to be disappointed or relieved that the city's worst criminal was dead. Gordon stared as two of his men covered him in a black tarp.

Meanwhile...

Batman pulled his mask over his head. He made his way to the scene despite what Gordon had suggested. He needed to warn him. Grappling over the area was insane. Cars were backed up for miles, lights and sirens flashing could be seen from even more miles away, and the crowd of policemen,who looked like tiny ants from this high, was huge. Bruce dropped down.

"We need to talk." He said as he came up behind Gordon.

"Alright," the two made their way to a more private area.

"I need you to do tests on the body, I think Joker is playing a new card in his game," Bruce explained.

"What kind of tests?" Gordon asked suspiciously.

"Test it to see if it is real." He replied. Gordon nodded.

"Okay." Although he wasn't sure if he trusted the Bat, he knew he didn't trust Joker.

Bruce walked over to the scene once again to inspect the body. Last time, he had been too afraid to really look. He crossed the line where the tape was left and inspected the ground for clues. There seemed to be dried blood around the body, but no specific wound that it came from. Now that he was looking at it, there really were a lot of things that didn't add up. He was about to flip the body to see the face when someone stopped him.

"Don't touch anything, we are still investigating how exactly this happened. All we know is that about 32 minutes before time of death, he was broadcasting on live television claiming to have kidnapped the president. Then you showed up and when the time of death occurred, the camera didn't catch it. So if I were you, I would get out of here quickly because unless we can confirm that this body is not real, you are the main suspect and thought-to-be-guilty. Not only are you the only suspect, you are also the only witness. If Joker really is dead, and somehow we manage to prove you not-guilty, then the only other option would have been suicide. I, for one, do not think that you are guilty and I don't want to take you in, so get lost while you can." The women talking to him had straight strawberry blonde hair, freckles, and icy blue eyes. She was much smaller than Bruce and wore a long-sleeved purple shirt with boyfriend jeans and converse.

"Do you even work for the department?" Bruce asked her.

"Well, by we I mean my dad I guess, he works for the department, but I hope to one day. I'm still in high school. Anyway, you should probably still go." The young girl insisted. Batman decided to listen, he grappled back to the cave. Once he got back to the cave, Alfred had set up dinner for him. He took off his suit and washed his hands and face before he sat down.

"What happened?" Alfred asked.

"Gordon is going to run some tests. I didn't get any really good looks at the body because I was stopped by a 15-year-old girl." Bruce laughed.

"You let her stop you?" He asked.

"Not exactly, I just agreed that it was a good idea to go home," Bruce answered. He took a bite of steak. The two chatted until their dinner was eaten. Bruce tried to get some sleep that night, he wanted to attend the inspection for "Joker's" body. Although he was almost sure that the entire thing was a hoax, he still felt guilty due to that one chance that it may not be.

The inspection...

Bruce buttoned up a gray blazer. The sun was shining outside, but the weather was very cold. He was lucky that the event occurred on his tower otherwise he wouldn't have been allowed to attend the inspection of the body. It was just around 7:30 AM when Alfred came in with his coffee and biscotti.

"Thank you, Alfred," Bruce said as he took a sip.

"What's the plan for today, sir?" Alfred asked.

"Well we are going to find out today if the body is real, if it is..." Bruce trailed off, not wanting to think about it, "If it is not, then we will track down Joker and Harley." He dipped his biscotti in his coffee and took a bite.

"What if they want to inspect the tower," Alfred asked.

"We don't let them. We will look in the tower ourselves if need be." Bruce replied, even though he knew it wouldn't be that easy. He finished his breakfast and was in the car by 7:45. Bruce made his way to the morgue.

Cop cars surrounded the area. There were news reporters surrounding the entrance. Bruce could hear clicks of the cameras and voices from crowds nearby. He pushed sunglasses on and got out of the car, preparing for questions.

"Mr. Wayne, was it true that Joker commit suicide on the roof of your tower!?!" A reporter asked.

"Where were you during the time of death?!?" Asked another.

"Did you witness the event!?!" Yelled one more.

Bruce kept walking. He didn't need to answer their questions. He walked behind the crowd and into the building. The reporters still followed him and were met with a guard who slammed the door in their faces. Bruce made his way to the little office to the right of him. Cops flooded the area and Gordon stood in the office. He was about to go talk to him, but remembered that Batman was his acquaintance, not Bruce. He noticed the same young girl from the previous night. She was eyeing the door carefully, maybe waiting for the Bat to appear. Bruce wanted to know more about this mysterious girl. He walked towards her to ask her where to go.

"Hello, do you work for the department? I'm looking for the way to the inspection room," He said politely.
The girl eyed him closely for a minute before answering.

"That way," She pointed to a room a few feet away.

"Thank you," Bruce said. He made his way into the room. It was filled with police men and one table in the middle of the room lay Joker.

For about an hour, the team checked for bones, blood and organs. By the end of the hour, Bruce had lost all hope. Joker was dead. He made his way back home. He had killed someone. Now he needed to tell Alfred. But instead of going home, Bruce just drove. He drove until he reached a graveyard. Bruce got out of the car and walked to his parents' grave.

"I'm sorry. I am just as bad as the man who killed you, for I have killed Joker."

An: Sorry for the delay, I was going to switch the days for Joker and Harley Quinn and Messages from the Unknown this week, but go figure.. my wifi for my computer stopped. I think I have to get it fixed.. anyway, two chapters today, one for each story. Okay bye for now!
-Estelle