You're His Favorite Joke

Chapter 33: He's ours!

Author's Note:

Last chapter, I introduced an "Unknown"P.O.V. If it wasn't obvious, it was the Dark Knight himself-Batman. So, this will be all in his P.O.V.
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-Scarlett_Flame

~Bruce Wayne aka The Batman's Point of view~

I stood on top of a old black bricked building. The rain hit the ground hard and the noise of sirens echoed the air. I took a hard breath and smelled nothing but gas and dust.

I kneeled on the cold floor and pulled of my bat-narcles. The green tint gave me the ability to see through the blackness of the night.
With the bat-narcles, I saw the heated outline of several people. Doctors and nurses busy with patients and janitors mopping the floor.

I looked straight ahead to the window in front of me. That window is of the room of Gotham's district attorney, Harvey Dent.

Dent laid on the bed and I made sure that no nurse was walking the hall way that held his room.

I pulled out my grapple and aimed it next to the window. I hopped and was soon gliding through the air--with the help of the grapple. I placed my feet in front of me, readying myself for impact with the brick wall.
With a small thud, I was now hanging in mid air. I held myself with the grapple with one hand while I used my free hand to open the window. Without struggle it was open and I slowly crept myself in.

Dent was still asleep and I looked around his cold room. The walls were a pale white with hospital equipment laying scattered on the floor. A black vase caught my eye, inside the hollow vase was a single red rose. I walked to the almost vacant vase and picked up a small card.

"Feel better- J."

"I knew you would be here."

I dropped the card back next to the vase and turned to a now awake Harvey Dent. I studied his hard face, it's not the same face that Bruce Wayne met up with at Gotham's formal balls. And it certainly isn't the face Batman sees when we talk about Gotham's crime rate decrease. No, this is a new face--even if I was able to see only a side of it. The left side of his face was covered with the room's darkness.

"I hear you won't take any pain medication," I say as I keep an eye on his heart rate monitor.

"No, the pain is a--argh!" Dent stopped speaking as a serge of pain coursed inside of him. "The pain is a reminder," He spoke breathlessly.

"A reminder of what?" I asked.
"Not of what, but who." Dent pushed a part of his dark drown hair away from his sweaty forehead.

I walked closer to him and looked him deep in his one visible blue eye. He tried to fake this anger, I could see it. He was a afraid,but he looked like he was fighting something.

"Harvey, you need to tell me who did this to you."

Harvey looked up to me as he tried to sit strong on the bed. But then he broke his stare and looked down to his cabinet. He dragged a small object off of it and held it tight in his hand. He dare not look at me as he whispered something.

I quickly turned on my recorder and allowed him to continue whispering.

He flipped, what was now shown to be a coin, in the air. As it fell back to his hand, he looked at me, almost like he was scared to see what chance has wrought.

He opened his hand and sneered as he shut it closed.

"He's," Harvey then removed his face from the shadows,"Ours!"

The left side of Harvey's face was crucially burned. He wore bandages that were damp from his blood. The top of his head was bald and missing some skin. I can tell Dent pulled some of his bandages since half of it was barely on.

I showed no fear or disgust. I looked him dead in the eye. I looked into Harvey Dent, not at the monster he tried to make.

As I was about to speak, the door creakes open. I had to make a jump for it. I quickly pounced out of the window and grapple to the closets building. As I was about to land on the rooftop, I called in someone special.

"Master Bruce, how are you doing this lovely night?"
"I am weary of your jokes, Alfred."
"Continue on with your weariness, Master Bruce."

I couldn't help but smirk at his wit. Alfred Pennyworth: The man who raised me, inspires me, and, in an odd way, protect me-from myself.
Being Batman demands so much that it's difficult for Bruce Wayne to manage.

"I just need you to play back my whisper recording."

"Playing it back now, Sir."

Within a moment Alfred's voice was replaced with the play back of Harvey's recording.

"Should I tell him it was the Clown?"

"Oh dear..," Alfred said with voice full of worry. "What does that Madman have to do with anything?"

"He wants control over Dent .Control over Dent is control over the government--"

"Which is control over Gotham."

I walked along the rooftop and jumped off. I glided into the automobile and set my coordinates to my next destination.

"What are you going to do, sir?"

I began to drive and replied back to Alfred. My voice ful of determination, "I'm going to find Joker and stop him-once and for all."