"Because some men aren't looking for anything logical. They can't be bought, bullied, reasoned, or negotiated with. Some men just want to watch the world burn."
(Y/N) (L/N) watched his parents die when he was just a boy. Now, years later, he becomes...
The detective suddenly knocked on the cell. It was time.
Rachel followed as Harvey went to the awaiting convoy.
"He's using you as bait," Rachel explained. "But he doesn't know if he can get the Joker - he's failed so far."
"How do you know what he's thinking?" Harve asked.
"I just do, ok? Harvey, this isn't just about you, what about all the people counting on you to turn this city around?"
Harvey suddenly kissed her, then pulled out his lucky coin. "Heads I go through with it."
"This is your life, you don't leave something like this to chance."
Harvey tossed the coin to her. "I'm not."
The doors closed, and then he was gone. Rachel looked at the coin - it was double headed.
She smiled. "You make your own luck."
—-
Harvey sat in the armored car, waiting as the convoy continued. Up above, a helicopter watched as the vehicles turned down the streets in downtown Gotham - but almost immediately something was out of the ordinary.
A fire truck sat burning on the road before them.
The radio in the armored car suddenly crackled. "All units, be advised. All units will exit down Cheviot west and proceed north on lower 5th avenue."
"Lower fifth?" The swat in the passenger seat asked. "We'll be like ducks in a barrel down there."
The convoy turned and descended onto an exit ramp, down into the underpass.
A garbage truck suddenly rolled up behind the convoy, and smashed the vehicle in the rear of the convoy. It then sped up, hitting the armored car and forcing it forward.
A second truck smashed into the swat van at the head of the convoy. It was a container truck with the word 'laughter' painted on the side, but in red paint the letter 's' was used to turn it into 'slaughter.' The Joker's truck, no doubt.
The Joker's truck pulled alongside the armored car. The driver tried to slam on the brakes, but the garbage truck continued forcing it forward. From inside the cargo area of the truck came the Joker, holding an automatic pistol.
The Joker fired on the armored car, denting the outside but not doing much else. He then pulled out a shotgun, and fired on the car using that.
"Don't worry," the driver told the swat sitting next to him. "He'll need something a lot bigger to get through."
As it turned out, the Joker did have something bigger.
The Joker pulled out an RPG.
"What is that?" The swat asked. "What is that, a bazooka?"
The Joker lined up a shot, but noticed something coming up behind them. A black, tank-like vehicle. The Batmobile.
"Is that him?" One of the Joker's men asked.
"Anyone could be driving that thing," the Joker said. "Stay on Dent."
The armored car's driver slammed the brakes, but the garbage truck continued plowing forward. However, it gave them just enough room, and the Joker's shot blew up the squad car in front of the armored car.
The Joker motioned for his henchman to give him another shot - he did so, and the Joker reloaded and took aim.
(Y/N) sped the Batmobile forward, and watched as the Joker prepared to fire. He toggled the jet engine in the back, and the vehicle sped forward.
As the Joker pulled the trigger on the RPG, (Y/N) boosted the Batmobile and the shot exploded the rear of his vehicle, missing the armored car entirely.
(Y/N)'s vehicle spun out to the side of the road. He wrestled with the controls and attempted to stop it in a safe manner.
A piece of the Batmobile's debris struck the truck driver in the head, and it came to a stop. The Joker stepped out of the trailer and looked at the smoking wreckage of the Batmobile. "Whoever he was... he ain't now."
The Joker yanked the dead driver out of the truck and stepped in the driver's seat, and pulled out after the armored car.
Inside the Batmobile, (Y/N) was not yet dead.
"Damage catastrophic," the computer informed him. "Initiate eject and self destruct."
(Y/N) pressed a few buttons inside the cockpit, and heard the panels outside adjusting as a pair of cannons swung around one of the wheels. He then turned a pair of handles inside the cockpit's gunner seat.
"Goodbye."
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The entire front section of the Batmobile shot off, the gunner seat hoisted over the two wheels into a motorcycle-like vehicle - the Batpod.
The Batpod rocketed forward as the remains of the Batmobile exploded in a massive fireball, (Y/N)'s cape fluttering behind him like a flag in the wind.
Up ahead, the armored car emerged from the tunnel and returned onto the street. The chopper above was able to locate it, and an officer inside readied his assault rifle. Unfortunately, in the chopper's path was a pair of the Joker's men with cable launchers. They fired them so that they intersected with the chopper's path - and it worked. The chopper fell to the ground in a fiery explosion.
(Y/N) accelerated in the Batpod, completely oblivious to the staccato-like sounds of people's wing mirrors getting destroyed as he raced past. He fired ahead of him, cannoning a path through the parked cars for the pod to fly through.
He raced into a mall-like train station, commuters screaming and diving out of the way as the Batpod raced towards the stairs to the upper level. The Batpod turned back onto the street a moment later.
The Joker, still in his truck, looked ahead of him to see the Batpod emerge from an alley in a cloud of flames, skidding sideways and then racing towards him.
"Guess it was him," the Joker remarked.
(Y/N) raced towards the truck, pressing a button that fired a harpoon cable at the Joker's truck. It impacted low, below the bumper. The Joker's goon thought he was in the clear. He wasn't.
(Y/N) swerved past the truck, wrapping the cable around a lamp post, skidding to watch as the truck flipped over on its head. Up ahead, he noticed the armored car pull to a stop.
The Joker emerged from the wreckage, firing at the oncoming traffic wildly. (Y/N) gunned the gas.
"Come on," the Joker said. "Come on. I want you to do it, I want you to do it. Come on. Hit me. HIT ME!"
(Y/N) yelled in rage as the Joker refused to get out of the way.
In the end, he locked up the brakes and skidded to a halt. The impact rendered (Y/N) unconscious.
The Joker's goon reached Batman first, pulling at the mask. He was met with an electric shock.
The Joker cackled at this, and crouched, before flicking open a switchblade.
He felt a gun press against the back of his head. "Drop it."
The Joker sighed. "Just give me a second." He turned around and saw the driver from the armored car. The man pulled off his helmet.
Jim Gordon. Back from the dead. "We got you, you son of a bitch."
