The Joker's Clown

SwankOceanMan

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Reads 37
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Parts 1
Time 13m

SwankOceanMan

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Batman will stop at nothing in order to keep Gotham safe. Even if that means almost always ignoring his needs and self-preservation in order to do so. 
    
    Maybe the severe lack of sleep built up over the years is why he ended up with the idea of escorting the Joker into the Batcave instead of an Arkham cell. Maybe it's the fact that when he looks in a mirror after sixty years on this Earth the man staring back at him and everyone else looks a bit less than half of that age.&lt;br /&gt;
    Maybe Bruce really is crazy... because after gunshots to the head, leaps from 50 story buildings landing flat on the concrete, and suicide attempts galore, he can't seem to die.
    
    Or age past twenty-five for that matter.
    
    What's the point of truly living when death is no longer on the table? 
    
    Little does Bruce know the answer to his pain has felt like a partial cause to it all along.
    
    
    Set in a DCU (after the Killing Joke) where the Batman, Joker, and a few others are immortal by strange and different circumstances. Barbra Gorden wasn't shot and paralyzed. The events after are my own interpretations.   
    
    (Though I wish I did, I do not own DC; or any of its amazing characters! I just own the idea for this fic.)All Rights Reserved

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Where It All Begins, Why It Can't End
Wed, Oct 16, 2019

Batman will stop at nothing in order to keep Gotham safe. Even if that means almost always ignoring his needs and self-preservation in order to do so. 
    
    Maybe the severe lack of sleep built up over the years is why he ended up with the idea of escorting the Joker into the Batcave instead of an Arkham cell. Maybe it's the fact that when he looks in a mirror after sixty years on this Earth the man staring back at him and everyone else looks a bit less than half of that age.&lt;br /&gt;
    Maybe Bruce really is crazy... because after gunshots to the head, leaps from 50 story buildings landing flat on the concrete, and suicide attempts galore, he can't seem to die.
    
    Or age past twenty-five for that matter.
    
    What's the point of truly living when death is no longer on the table? 
    
    Little does Bruce know the answer to his pain has felt like a partial cause to it all along.
    
    
    Set in a DCU (after the Killing Joke) where the Batman, Joker, and a few others are immortal by strange and different circumstances. Barbra Gorden wasn't shot and paralyzed. The events after are my own interpretations.   
    
    (Though I wish I did, I do not own DC; or any of its amazing characters! I just own the idea for this fic.)

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