Mid September

Mild Chill in the air, dark clouds reign over with it being barely in the morning.

A press conference is happening, Commissioner Gordon telling everyone something out of a fictions tale.

"At precisely 11:30 p.m. Due to unknown information, the batman was found dead, with the jokers calling card on him."

The press are asking many questions. Some include asking about the batmans identity.

Gordon was a bit disgusted at such a question to be asked at this time. Meanwhile many eyes were watching this conference with wide eyes. Wonder Woman. Cyborg. Almost everyone except Superman. He is over Gotham, looming over it, paying little attention to the conference.

He has his eyes set on the big fish in the sea, the damn clown.

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Meanwhile in a unknown room with knick knacks, weapons, rusty pipes on the walls. A heckle begins, with a big laughter. A heinous laughter as loud as it can be, echoing in the room and down its hallways.

The joker watching the press conference, smashes the T.V. 

Looks in a mirror. Grabs some brass knuckles on a table and walks outside.

Minutes later he gets a little impatient.

"C'mon you big blue bastard, what are you waiting for."

Sooner than a few seconds something big landed in front of the Joker.

Superman emerges from the smoke. He looks at Joker. "This is the end."

Joker looks at Superman with an intense stare. "Seems like it, but it isn't my end, mine would of probably ended with the right people dead, and with me standing next to them, with a smile on my face."

Superman gets more angry. "Stop. Talking."

"Listen Supes, Tis the mystery with Bats death has me... in a predicament. You are about to beat me to a pulp for a wrongful crime. The joke here? I didn't do it, I had no role... but I'm not laughing...

not one bit."