Almost as soon as the Joker started laughing, a giant crash echoed through the walls outside. The guard’s eyes flickered, and he immediately reached for his radio.
“What’s going on out—”
Before the guard could finish his bark of orders, the door behind him exploded in a rain of metal and bricks.
The Joker remained unflinching and saw through the dust the giant shadow of Bane.
“Hello Clown. Care to come out and play?”
The Joker sneered and slowly raised himself off the metal chair.
“It’s allll fun and gaaames—” he walked over to the motionless guard and kicked him over to his back “—until—” he paused again, and slid two guns from the guard’s torn holster “—nah, it’s always fun and games!”
He glanced at the two guns, and tossed the Glock away with a clatter. Useless piece of plastic. The other gun, however, he kept. Smith and Wesson Model 500—capable of killing an elephant… or a Bat.
He looked up, and in place of Bane’s shadow were six venom-infused men, practically snorting out fiery smoke and continuously clenching and unclenching their fists. One of them tossed the Joker his clothes and belongings, and he caught them with a grin.
Arkham was already in complete chaos when the Joker marched through with his party-crashing party. The Joker licked his lips and grinned.
“Let’ssss go wish the Bats a Happyyyy Eaaaasterrr, shall weeee? Hahahahahaaaa!”
Oooh, testy testy. Someone’s still…sore about this. You’re being awfully anal, you know.
I’m sure you think you’re endlessly witty and clever.
Here’s some news: You are not.
So do everyone a big favor and shut up.
Roy wasn’t thinking straight. He was still in the hazy clutches of sleep, yet he was awake enough to be aware of his surroundings. His brain still didn’t register coherent thoughts, just simple action and reaction. He sat up in his bed, aching back and throbbing forehead lost in his sleepy haze. He pulled back the covers and stood up. He’d regret standing on his ankle in the morning, but right now, thoughts didn’t make sense at all.
He limped out of the room, into the darkened halls of the manor. It was the rare time where everything was silent and unmoving. The shadows were empty of bats and the hall was completely deserted. Roy made his way down the hall, the path clear in his mind, almost instinct. He made it to the right door and pushed it open, going in, and closing it again behind him.
The room was dark but Roy knew his way around it. He limped across the room and made it to the bed, feeling the covers with his hands. There was an intake of breath from the person in the bed, but Roy didn’t wait for a response, he just pulled back the covers, climbed in, and buried his face in Jasons back.
I have to suffer your bloodied carcass on my doorstep again...
Talia’s helicopter had circled the city half-a-dozen times and turned up no trace of Todd’s signal. Harper and Cain had left the scene long ago…without Jason.
Pursing her lips, al Ghul lent back on her bench seat on the side of the helicopter and silently damned whatever ǧinn had cursed her family to one day be associated with the House of the Bat…and for Talia to actually care for them so deeply.
It wasn’t just her love for Bruce, no. It wasn’t just the creation of their son that Talia adored more than anything she had ever known…or perhaps even also that child that had yet to be born…
No. Fate had also dropped onto her lap one of the Bat’s broken birds. Not only that, but the one who had needed the most healing.
The one person Talia—suffering herself from her toddler son being taken away from her—could identify with; and she turned her maternal wraith, on both her father and Bruce for what she had gone though, by caring for Jason.
Talia had spared little time, when her cards had shown the fate lying ahead of Todd at the hands of Bane; and had grabbed only a pair of boots and a black trench-coat to throw on over her training garb as she left calling for the chopper.
“Mistress. Do we turn back for the night?” Ubu’s voice from the co-pilot’s seat called back over at Talia.
About to open her mouth for a reply, there was the faintest beeping from the communicator on the wrist of al Ghul and Talia tapped a couple of buttons. “Circle back around, 20 degrees north and keep going straight, I’m imputing the exact co-ordinates. It’s him.”
Obligingly, the pilot swung the helicopter around and Talia got up to grab the ladder and the basic medic kit. It didn’t take the chopper long to reach the input destination and the pilot switched on the helicopter’s spotlight.
Talia eyed off the crumpled figure leaning against the wall in the alleyway and tapped a couple of buttons on her communicator before talking into it, “Todd! Get aboard now or I’m sending Ubu down to drag you into this Godforsaken contraption.”
What's your favorite memory with each of your family members?
Shortly after I came to the manor, Bruce took me to a baseball game. He figured that it could be something we could bond over, even if neither of us were interested. All I wanted from the excursion was ice cream in a baseball helmet. He bought one for me, and I sat happily through the game. It was the most we had talked since I came, and it was the best time.
He and I went camping once about a year after he became Robin. I wanted to bond with him. He was punk the whole time, but we had fun in the end. We sucked at being nature boys, and trying to catch our own food, so we went to a local market and bought hot dogs.
The first time Tim came over to the manor we had zingers and ovaltine. He was nervous and after twenty minutes of watching Billy Madison, we were pals. And zingers and ovaltine are our thing now.
The day she said yes.
Our first night as Batman and Robin. We sucked, and we fought after but… you know what, we were Batman and Robin. And we were a team.
Cassandra once beat the crap out of me when Babs and I had broken up. She was mad that I’d hurt Babs. And she was right. I completely deserved the ass kicking she gave me.
I gave Steph a really hard time about becoming Batgirl, but you know what? She’s a completely awesome at it. And I regret doing that. Every time she makes me eat my words… that’s my favorite memory.