Last laugh

Here.

Here.

Here is the place people gather to laugh and cry...amongst other things.

Ever since it opened,the cinema became a favorite to many of various ages.

Now, along with all the people that had decided they ought to spend their evening watching the last bit of the Bat Man series,no one thought would ever end...,it
witnessed Gotham in its ashes.

Painted crimson with what ever was left of the very people who had walked its streets merrily only yesterday.

He stood in the center of it all,looking down his gun.

No one had seen the crown Prince of crime stunned in to silence before so they patiently waited for his moment of realization to pass.

Some were expecting the rise of the dark night from where he laid,as often hero's do,but the foreseen poetic justice wasn't displayed.

Instead,the trickster turns to the screen and points his gun.

Thee gun that went and did it all

He grinned with his gums on full view, metal and all.

"How was that for a show?...hahahaha"

"You really thought I wouldn't figure you out?"

"Well.."

He added, as he shrugged his question off.

"The jokes on you!"

*bang