Jokers Wild: DCU Laughs Itself to Death

Detective To Find A Detective

The night was fading and cops were surrounding the dock grabbing whatever evidence they could but there wasn't anything to grab except a feather and dead Gorilla. Gordon arrived on the scene but not as Commissioner, simply as a civilian. Life has been simpler for a retiree but the relationship between him and his daughter are estranged and the Joker still hangs heavy over his head so he spends his time as a Private Eye.

"Hey Gordon. What brings you here?" Asked a younger officer, but not by many years.

"Boredom. Intrigue. Not much else to do for an old man is there?" Replied Gordon watching as a team of men carried the once dangerous Gorilla's Grodds body away and into the back of the coroner van.

"Golf. Theres always golf." The officer said wishing he was on the green as they spoke.

"Old injuries interfere with my swing. So what happened to Grodd?" Gordon asked tired of formalities and old scars.

"We don't know. Off the record, an owl feather was found. Theres a giant hole in the floor boards and cement mix around the area but nothing concrete." The officer chuckled to himself hitting Gordon with his elbow.

"Yea, right. Nothing Concrete." Gordon said shrugging off the open mic stand up. "What about Giganta's case?"

"Same as here, no one really knows what happened." The officer said regretfully not having more information to give "Have you seen the Bat?" he finished

"Not for some time now." Gordon replied solemn and hopeful for another meeting.

"God help us." Said the officer before voices came in through his walky-talky. "Alright Gordon I gotta get goin but it was good seeing ya."

"Yea, you too." Gordon replied as he looked to the sky to see the Bat signal disappearing in the blood of dawn.

Somewhere else in Gotham

Two-Face sat sitting at his bar spinning his lucky coin drinking his favorite Bourbon. Bourbon that usually came with a celebration from winning a case but on this day he celebrates a month in Gotham without the Bat. Every sip wastes some exiting the other side of his face and out of whatever is left of his cheek. There was a thunderous knock at the door but Two –Face just continued spinning his coin on the desk. There was another bang that shook his stool and even knocked the coin over. Two –Face simply took another sip continuing to ignore the banging on the door even when a forearm the size of popeye's punched through the slab of wood and steel. The intruders arm twisted at the wrist unlocking the door and turning the knob from the inside. The knob turned and the door creeked open gingerly in comparison to the knocks, Two-Faced turned to confirm his guess and with his left hand took the glass and finished the drink while his right picked up the coin and spun it one last time.

"Youre still alive." Said the voice in the doorway, a voice that tugged with accents, a voice that broke the Bats back while the coin continued to spin on the bar in the background.

"Is that a question?" asked Two-Face not knowing the nature of this house call but well aware of the civil war.

"Well you didn't answer the door." Bane answered taking two steps forward into the room.

"Maybe I didn't want to be bothered." The coin was slowing down.

"Its not about what you want. Its about what needs to happen"

The coin finally stopped spinning. Two-Facereached for his gun and Bane turned out the light.