(Work in progress)



''I will keep fighting
for Gotham.. I promise.''


Batman tried to hold back a
frown while he stood in the
center of crime alley, staring at the patch of ground, the cold rain beat down on his cowl, creating the illusion it was melting down his face.
Paying respects to one's deceased parents was
not easy.. even for strong willed people like him.
He set down then a bouquet of roses he brought with him onto the rough patch of concrete,
The last time he stood with them 48 years ago.

A few more words and he got up, intending
to leave this place of awful traumatic memories.
''Bye mother and father''.


"How sentimental.. And must I say sickening".

''That voice...'' He spun around, seeing
an ominous shadow standing in a dark corner of the alleyway...
Before a word was even spoken he knew who he was staring at.
And he was very much alive, not a scar or sign of decay in sight
he had a noticeable hole the size of a bullet wound on the chest of his suit

He was in disbelief
''It can't be..''

It was the Joker and he was alive!"

''Did you miss me old chap ?'' He said,
staring down his long time foe.
"It's funny ya know I'm so sick and bitter that not even hell wanted me there hahahaha!"

Batman narrowed his eyes,
Not finding an ounce of humour in that joke.
''No.. no! your not supposed to be here..''
Your supposed to be dead and
buried deep beneath the grounds of Arkham."

Joker's response was simply to laugh again.

''Well how about this Bruce
let's just say my death was part of an
act and your just in time for the finale encore ''.


Joker rushed forward knife in hand then.
He was going to finish what he started.
Batman saw himself getting
knocked off his feet and facing the blade.



''HAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAA!- you better wake up bats...
wake up.. wake up.. Bruce... Master Bruce wake up!''

Bruce Wayne felt someone grip his shoulders
and awoke with a start, shouting incomprehensible words and flailing about.

''Master Bruce?- Master
Bruce calm down it is only I''

He stopped, edged his head to the side,
seeing non other then Alfred.

''Another nightmare sir?''

Bruce shakes his head.
Breathing in and out, sweat trailing from his brow.
''No it wasn't ''

He knew his master was telling lies.
''Was it about him again?''

''No Alfred.. it's not important,
The billionaire turned around
and lay back on the pillow.

Something was bothering his mentor
the butler knew that for sure..
Bruce used to do this back when he was only a child.

After an awkward moment of silence..
''I brought you breakfast Sir''

''Just leave it on the table,
I'm good for now''.


"As you wish sir.. if you
need anything else
I will be downstairs at the cave doing some cleaning".
Alfred sets the silver tray of toast and
tea on the bedside table and departs.

Bruce did not even touch it.




A little while later in the batcave computer room
Batman was wearing his familiar suit again
as he sat at the giant batcomputer, his fingers dancing on the keyboard.
''Computer.. show me.. the.. Joker's files''.

The super machine responded accordingly.

Seconds later and several images of the hated criminal
and one large image on the left side of his smiling mug popped up..
underneath that in big block letters read out the words DECEASED.

He just wanted a little extra comfirmation
that his hated enemy wasn't coming back in any shape or form.