#and then a six foot man with a cape and bat mask on comes out of the shadows (was he waiting there for the past hour?) and just

[martyrbat]

ghosts - batman confidential #40

[ID: Batman in a side profile view. He's frowning and the underside of his nose is slightly visible underneath his cowl. There's two written sound effects to signify that he's sniffing the air. END ID]

[elareine]

Reverse robins idea. Jason doesnt become a Robin. The bats dont even find him before the cat herself. Selena is still on and off with Bruce at this point. Damian as noticed the little kitten running around and decides the kitten need a more responsible adult than his father and the cat. Cue thugs being terrified of the shadow that follows the little kitten around.

Thank you for this adorable prompt <3 Sorry it took me so long to finish. 

“Uh. Dami? What’re you doing?”

Those were—a lot of throwing knives. Like, actual knives, not Bat-themed at all.

Damian didn’t look up. “Sharpening my weapons.”

They looked plenty sharp to Dick, but Damian was a fussy old maid like his father. Their father. He was still getting used to that one.

“You’re supposed to be in Metropolis,” Dick pointed out.

Damian scowled. Dick didn’t take it personally. He liked his oldest brother. Dami glared a lot and yelled at Bruce when he was mean, and he never told Dick that he should stop seeking revenge for what happened to his parents. “Change of plans.”

“Can I come?”

“You’re heading out with Father tonight,” Damian pointed out. “And anyway, no.”

“What’re you doing? Is it a date?” Full disclosure: Dick wasn’t entirely sure what a ‘date’ was. He just knew that everyone blushed when he asked the question and that Bruce, according to Alfred, never got any.

Damian, however, just shook his head. “No. It’s a mission.”

Dick tilted his head to the side. “I don’t believe you.”

“That does not matter. It is the truth either way.”

Bullshit. Damian was sharpening his weapons, okay, but there was no mission for him in Gotham tonight. Bruce had told Dick so when he mentioned that all that would be happening tonight was a Catwoman heist, so he would pick Dick up after.  

(Dick had a sneaking suspicion that for Bruce, ‘heist’ and ‘date’ meant the same thing.)

Nooo, Damian was up to something. Something important—or embarrassing—enough that he would lie to his cute little brother about it.

Just wait until he told Babs about this! She was always going on about “Steph did this” and “Cass did that,” and now, finally, Dick had a juicy mystery to distract her. Hehe. This was going to be fun.

—

Selina would never understand Bats. If you’d asked her twenty years ago if she could see Bruce adopting a gaggle of orphans, she’d have laughed but agreed—if the kids were all alone in the world or in a situation that reminded Bruce of his own.

Like, the first kid—okay. That was his son. From the daughter of an immortal cult leader, Selina later found. Weird enough. Then the second just showed up because… the city needed him? And he was right? And then another assassin kid, this time a daughter.  

Really, only Dick fitted the pattern she’s envisioned for Bruce. Which was ironic, because, by that time, she’d taken in her own boy (the first after two Catgirls), who fit the pattern much better.

Of course, their child-rearing methods showed some marked differences. Selina thought it was for the better, really. Jay needed to be trusted, given responsibility, to determine his own fate. She let him run his own missions, treated him as an almost-equal when they went out together, didn’t comment on how he sometimes didn’t seem focused on the target so much as on the corrupt people owning it. Jay was thriving.

When his shadow showed up, Selina had expected him to be angry, the way he was whenever B mentioned a concept like ‘bedtime’ or Selina tried to protect him. But he’d lit up like there was nothing more comforting than a six-foot-four shadow following you around, glaring at criminals and innocents alike.

Selina, in her heart of hearts, did not like Damian. She didn’t fault him for his flaws, but it was hard to like someone who called you a harlot under his breath a million times.

Jay, though, adored him. Like, hung-onto-his-few-words, begged-to-buy-a-sword adored him. They even went out on patrol together sometimes. So Selina… let them. Taught Jay more restraining holds and knock-out moves than she had the others because he was a gifted thief already, but that was clearly not all that would be on his path.

And, hey. Usually, she and Bruce had to put their… thing on hold when they were responsible for pre-teens. If these ones took care of themselves, she wasn’t going to complain.

—

“Dames,” Jon greeted him cheerfully, “what’re you up to? Gonna join me tonight?”

“I can’t.”

At twenty-seven, Jon was way too old to pout. He still did. “Aww, why not? Important mission?”

“Not precisely.” There was shuffling on the other end of the line. “I… Catwoman is planning a two-person heist tonight. Batman has intentions of preventing it.”

Jon instantly forgave him. He looooved seeing this side of his partner. Damian rarely let himself be openly soft about anyone but his family, pets, and team, and even that was kept incredibly guarded.

(He often considered that Damian would have benefited from being a younger sibling. Being the first to come live with Bruce had been a steep learning curve for the man. Too steep.)

Didn’t mean Jon wouldn’t tease Damian about it. “So two adults are not supervision enough for the kid?”

“You know it isn’t,” Damian growled. “Father and that woman might do a passable job separately, but not together.”  

“What, are they fucking again?”

“Jon!”

Jon laughed. “C’mon, you caught them often enough to know it’s happening.”

“I’m not listening.” Damian immediately proved himself a liar by adding: “This is a dangerous area. They should know better.”

“Good thing you’re there, then.”

“I am sorry, though.” Damian’s voice softened. Jon once again marveled at how far he’d come. The teenager he’d befriended back then would never have such a thing. “Rain check?”

“I could join you, instead,” he offered, just to hear Damian sputter: “What—no! Your colors are visible a mile away!”

“Awww, don’t be like that!”

He decided then and there to keep an ear out for the kid when Damian wasn’t there. Just in case Jason wanted to sneak away to find his birth mother in a foreign country or some other stupid dramatic Gotham shit.

After hearing what had happened to Damian years ago, Jon had already made it his mission to protect the Robins, whether they wanted it or not. There wouldn’t be any more dead ones on his watch. It wouldn’t hurt to add a kitten to the list.

—

Jason had it handled. Really, he had. One of the goons had just taken a bit longer to go down, that was all. The knife had been totally unnecessary.

It took him another three minutes to do anything about that—two of the security guards were still standing, and they were pissed. Jason pushed one down the hallway, choked the other, and then clocked the first so hard he went down.

Then he turned around and searched for the darkest shadow. “I had that.”

Nothing moved.

“…it was a pretty good throw.” Maybe Jason should rethink his stance on throwing sharp shit at people, after all. He still maintained that a gun would be cleaner and more straightforward. Maybe Selina (and Damian) were right though about the value of silence. Their fight hadn’t alerted anyone.

At that, the thrower finally emerged from the shadows, cape dramatically outlining his figure. Jason rolled his eyes. What was it with Bats and dramatic costumes? Selina had made him swear that no matter how much he hung out with them, he wouldn’t ever wear one of the stupid things, and that was one promise that had been very easy to give.

“I have an observational task at the Bowery in two hours and could benefit from a second pair of eyes,” Damian said stiffly. “And your knowledge of the area, of course.”

Oh, awesome. Jason loved working in his old neighborhood. Made him feel useful, like he was doing something. “Can it wait an hour? Only, I’m kinda busy here, in case you didn’t notice.”

“Of course.” Was that a smile under the mask? “I will be waiting.”

Jason gave him a thumbs-up, though he made sure to call: “Don’t barge in again!” while running off. Selina would be waiting.

Jason had had a mother. Still had, really, death didn’t change that. Selina had told him she didn’t want to replace her, which was good cause she couldn’t. As for fathers—Nah. Jason had had enough of those for a lifetime; thank you, Bruce, you can fuck off.

But a big brother? That was new.

He liked it.

[oh-mother-of-darkness]

Stephanie’s case went sideways the moment she engaged. The helicopter settled onto the landing pad at the top of her roof, and two masked men stepped out onto the platform. Stephanie abandoned her patch of shadow for the bright lights at the center of the rooftop— a skyscraper that towered over the buildings below it. As she did, more men poured from the helicopter, far more than she expected. 

They knew she was coming. One masked man sprayed bullets in her direction; Stephanie rolled aside to avoid them. The other five ran towards her. 

One at a time, Stephanie thought. She could take them one at a time, and the Spoiler would live to fight another day. Six at once? It might be close. 

There was a trick to fighting multiple opponents, or so Cass told her: keep one between yourself and the others. Stephanie bounced on the balls of her feet. She was going to have to move fast. 

The first mask came into combat range, gun in hand. Stephanie slammed her staff into his trigger arm, and he dropped his weapon. She kicked it away, then raised her leg for a second time and rammed her heel into his face. He swore loudly and retreated, panting with blood pouring out of his nose. 

Two more masks quickly filled the opening, and Stephanie moved sideways to put one behind the other. The first held a knife that Stephanie dodged twice. The second’s gun was useless with a comrade directly in front of him. 

Stephanie dispatched the knifeman with a backhand to the throat and a punch to the solar plexus. He doubled over while the gunman lunged forward. The gunman fired once and missed. Stephanie used her staff like a pool queue to shove him away. 

The knifeman regained his footing and came at her for a second time. Stephanie swept his legs with her staff, and he and the gunman fell in a tangled heap at her feet. 

The fourth man stepped sideways, around his fallen compatriots, to confront her. He threw a few punches that she avoided easily. Not terrible, she thought. She wasn’t doing terrible. 

At about that point, Stephanie noticed the man behind her. He tried a low kick the back of her legs that Stephanie blocked with her staff, but barely. While she did, the fourth man lunged for her from the front. She ducked between the two of them and out until the open air. 

She had forgotten the man by the helicopter— the man holding an AK and waiting for his chance to shoot. Crap. She tried a smoke bomb, but the mist dissipated almost instantly in the wind from the helicopter. Stephanie sprinted across the rooftop as the bullets chased behind her, desperate for cover. There wasn’t any. She pulled her cape in front of her and braced herself for impact. 

Impact never came. Behind the cape, Stephanie heard a series of crunches, another spray of bullets, and the sounds of several men yelling. She peeked over the top of the fabric and found the AK man on the ground without his gun, his arm twisted at an angle inconsistent with healthy bones. The cluster of injured men she had already fought regained its collective feet and stared across the rooftop at another figure that stood before the helicopter: a tall man in a red helmet. 

Stephanie’s mission went so far sideways it dropped off the side of her skyscraper. That was the Red Hood. The Red-fucking-Hood was on her rooftop, and Stephanie was in so much trouble, she was so screwed, she was absolutely and fully dead. 

The Red Hood strode across the pavement towards her. Stephanie unfroze and brought her staff up in front of her. He didn’t seem to notice. He didn’t try to fight her. Instead, the Red Hood stopped beside her and pointed a gun towards the crowd of masks. 

“Well?” he asked, beckoning them forward. 

The man on the ground groaned as he tried unsuccessfully to pull himself back into a sitting position. Another mask bolted for the door to the stairwell and fled down it. The remaining four rushed across the rooftop towards them. 

Stephanie felled the first mask with her staff— a sweeping upwards blow to the chin. He collapsed backwards, and his companions swerved to avoid him. Hood clubbed one with the butt of his gun, and the man went down, unconscious. Stephanie spun into a kick aimed at the third. 

She miscalculated. The man stepped sideways, grabbed the tail end of Stephanie’s cape, and yanked her off balance. She felt his fist slam into her stomach through the hole in her guards. All the air left her lungs, and she struggled to fill them again. 

Keep going, she thought. You have to keep going. Stephanie stood upright and swung her staff like a baseball bat at his masked face. He put up an arm to block her, then yelled in pain as the impact hit it. 

While the mask was distracted, Hood casually stepped forward, grabbed the man by the front of his shirt, and tossed him off the roof. 

For a fraction of a second, Stephanie couldn’t process what she saw. She felt her eyes widen as the man tipped over the railing and began to fall down into the lights below. Hood turned away as if nothing had happened while Stephanie raced to the edge of the concrete. 

“What are you doing?” she screamed over her shoulder. 

“Helping,” said Hood.

“That isn’t helping!” Stephanie pulled a line from her belt, anchored it the railing, and shot it at the flailing man below her. It wrapped around his ankle as he fell. He bounced once, and Stephanie gasped in relief as he settled dangling in the air, screaming several stories below them but very much alive. 

She turned back to the fight and found that it was over. The Red Hood stood in a pile of three fallen men, twirling a gun absentmindedly while he waited for her attention. 

Stephanie walked forward and knelt to check for pulses. She found three of them. Thank God. She stepped away again and held her staff at the ready. 

“Are we going to fight?” she asked. 

The Red Hood shrugged. “Unnecessary. Introductions?”

“I know who you are.”

Stephanie did. She knew all the stories: pre-Hood and post. She knew about the murders and the ambushes and the drugs. She knew about the return and the events that followed. She knew about the Joker.

She knew about the memorial in the Cave, and more. Bruce told stories sometimes. Stories from years and years ago. 

Hood stared at her, or at least, Stephanie assumed. She couldn’t see his eyes behind the helmet, but she got the feeling he might be sad.

“You were Robin,” he said. 

“So were you.”

Hood jerked his head in a yeah-that-went-well kind of gesture, then reached up and tugged off the helmet. He wore a domino mask beneath it. 

“Jason,” he said. 

“Stephanie.”

“I’d shake your hand, but…” Jason gestured with his gun at her staff, and Stephanie nodded. No need for that. 

“Well,” she asked, “what happens now?”

“I walk away,” said Jason, “and if you’re smart, you let me. Run back to Bruce and tell him what you saw. He can take things from there.” 

Stephanie hesitated. Shouldn’t she try…? 

Jason smiled at her. “I wouldn’t.” 

“Right.” 

She watched as he replaced his helmet, marched to the edge of the rooftop, and jumped over the side. Seconds later, the metal head of a grappling hook buried itself in the concrete of the building across the way. She heard him land and swing away again, out into the city. 

So that was Jason Todd. Stephanie shivered; she couldn’t shake the feeling that she had just come very close to death. That was rational, she felt, after what happened to Bruce and Tim. 

Sirens flashed far beneath her. Stephanie gave herself another second to contemplate, then raced across the rooftop herself, in the opposite direction, towards the Batcave. She swung into the darkness. 

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Anonymous said:

Could you please do a fic with Jason and Steph together please? Just doing anything cuz i feel the do not interact enough!

[almorganfiction]

Up Top - Chapter 4

Chapter 4: The K-Line

1 Hour, 47 Minutes

Maple impressed himself with how easily he made it over the bridge and back to grab the bag. He even did it with minimal quivering, a detail he alone seemed impressed by.

Three crossings later he managed not to tremble at all.

‘Now,’ Po said to the group as they walked along the roof of an overpriced fast food “restaurant”. ‘Here-on out we’ll have moved beyond the K-Line. Be on your guard.’

‘What’s the K-Line?’ Maple asked, scanning the map.

‘You won’t find it on the map. The location of the line changes frequently as land is lost and won. It’s the territory of the Chasm. They’re a ruthless group, watch they don’t catch you or you’ll be hoisted from your ankles.’

‘I wus left dangling fu’ weeks!’ Gulliver croaked.

‘It was one day. You spent the whole time pretending to be a bat,’ Maggie corrected dryly.

‘Why’s it call the K-Line?’ Maple asked.

‘Not sure,’ Maggie answered. ‘Our last Chief, Chief Stork,  came up with it. Well, she was the one before last. She never told us what the K stands for. Doesn’t matter.’

‘In short,’ Po continued, ‘watch your step. You can see where the traps are by faint white crosses that have been chalked on so the Chasm can avoid them.’

Unfortunately, Maple wasn’t listening to this, instead staring across the cityscape trying to imagine what it would look like to a bat. More or less the same but the other way round, he decided, having recently had some upside-down experience himself.

 1 Hour, 42 Minutes

 ‘When’ve I ever lied t’ya before, eh?’ Gulliver grunted at Maggie. Maple had just tuned in to an argument they were having about something. He was sort of tuning in and out. There were a lot of interesting birds around.

‘-then there was the time you stepped in my food and told me an antelope did it! Or the time you told me you’d seen a great auk by the food storage so I would fetch you a drink! Or when you told me the surface world is full of people who think the earth is flat! Or the time-‘

This had been going on for a while. It didn’t stop for a while.

The group crossed from building to building with ease. Mostly. Maple had got the hang of walking across the net-bridge and could finally do it standing up, although he needed to pass his bag to one of the others first and had to sing the words to Every Breath You Take in his head to distract himself, not realising that they were actually the wrong words (“Every bun you bake, I’ll be watching you”).

‘Maple!’ Po called, right into Maple’s ear.

‘Ow, right here, man. What is it?’ Maple replied.

‘On the map, are we on rooftop N-12?’

Maple squinted at the map and, there was indeed a small “N-12” sketched into the building. Maple nodded.

‘Excellent. If you would, confirm for me which of these lanes is between N-12 and O-12.’

Maple examined the map again and pointed down at one of the lanes. There were several rude words graffitied on the wall so he didn’t think it was rude to point in this case.

‘Thank you. Gulliver, come with me, we have a pick-up down here. You two stand watch.’ Po and Gulliver disappeared down into the lane, climbing gracefully down the drainpipe.

‘Gulliver’s surprisingly good at that,’ Maple remarked.

Maggie sat down, pulled out a book and started reading.

‘He told us to stand,’ Maple advised.

Maggie turned the page.

‘Cars of the 1950s,’ Maple commented, referring to the book. ‘Sounds like an interesting read.’

Maggie flicked back a few pages to cross reference something.

‘I didn’t think you guys go down to the surface at all, do you do that a lot?’

‘Only for pick-ups.’ Maggie looked up from her book. ‘It’s not all the way down. Usually they’re tucked under a ledge.’

‘What’s a pick-up?’

‘Stuff for the market.’

‘Oh right. I guess that’s another “ask no questions” thing.’

Maggie looked back at her book.

‘Listen,’ Maple said. ‘I’ve got to ask: what’s with this war Po’s on about?’

‘What’s with it?’ Maggie repeated, looking up again. ‘As in, why is the chief so desperate for news about it?’

‘Uh, yeah,’ he lied. He could see it was no use arguing about the war with Maggie, either.

‘Our old chief, Chief Stork, she brought a lot of news to us about the war. So did all the other chiefs, minus Gully, although he wasn’t chief for very long. Chief Po isn’t bringing as much news to us. It’s frustrating him.’

‘Gully was a chief?’

‘For a week. He stepped down after we urged him to. Don’t tell that to anyone. Roof law dictates the oldest in a gang should be the chief, but everyone could see Gully wasn’t fit for the job. He forgets he’s meant to be the chief too. Don’t bring it up in front of anyone.’

‘What happened to Chief Stork?’

‘She died,’ Maggie answered abruptly. ‘Fell ill. The market hospital took her in but she didn’t get any better. She died there.’

‘I’m sorry.’

Maggie returned to her book again. A minute passed in silence before Po and Gulliver returned.

‘Got it!’ Gulliver beamed a crooked toothy grin. ‘Any trouble, y’lot?’

‘Nothing,’ Maggie answered, packing her book away. ‘Let’s move.’

Maple grabbed his sack from the floor. He started to walk towards the next building but as he took a step forward, the roof slate came apart. His foot fell through.

‘It’s stuck!’ he yelled. Up to his shin had gone through the tile.

‘Shush!’ Maggie hissed as quietly as possible. ‘That’s a Chasm trap. Try and pull yourself out.’

Maple did and found that he wasn’t actually stuck at all, in fact his leg came out incredibly easily. ‘False alarm,’ he whispered, relieved.

There was a click from the hole. A mechanism whirred inside. Something shot out of the gap and into the sky, then exploded with a loud bang.

‘That’s no false alarm,’ Po said. ‘It’s a regular alarm.’

A chanting started to rise in the distance.

“Cha-sam cha-sam cha-sam.”

‘Gulliver, our blades are in that sack,’ Po stated in a hushed urgency.

‘Ah, see, now thissus goin’ ta make me sound a bit of an idyut,’ Po said sheepishly.

Masked faces appeared over the roof tops.

‘Elaborate. Now,’ Po demanded.

‘Well one’a the blades came out ‘is sheath ‘n’ ripped a hole in th’ sack. Fell out.’

‘One less blade is fine, Maple probably never had real fight anyway.’

‘Hey! I had a fight with a cat once, it was-‘

‘Naw, but,’ Gulliver kicked his foot sheepishly, ‘then I thought “well we don’t want tha’ apnen again” so I wen’t ‘n’ chucked the rest of them out ‘s’well.’

Po stared at Gulliver with a crimson cloud washing over his face as six figures in black masks and capes surrounded the Wingspans, wielding makeshift weapons and lassos.

‘Chief Gulliver!’ one of them called. ‘How lovely it is to see you!’  

[hellraiserdeano-blog]

Evil Has Always Lost Chapter 7

Some where in gotham city's crime district The Joker and his men were watching the fire work's when suddenly a batarang clang's again the wall and a red light activate's the joker grin's wildly looking around "He's here!" He say's before the batarang explodes sending men everywhere then the joker look's up as Batman slam's down onto him and roll's away the Joker cackle's before standing back up "You are here, to satisfy your hunger for revenge" He pull's out a knife "Batsy, we both know that even if you were to succeed in locking me up, i'd be out in a day" He grin's as Batman stood in the shadow's only the white eye's of his cowl visible "You seem to know alot about me, Joker. did you have to cheat using GOD'S little black book?" He challenge's as The Joker glower's for a moment before grinning and looking around then lean's back looking into batman's eyes "I don't know what's worse batsy, dressing like a bat or being a playboy" He tilt's his head "Ohoo! you are a playboy under a mask, no, wait! You are a child whose mommy and daddy died right infront of his eyes! Oh! the humanity!? and your big idea for all this? dress like a bat to instill fear in the crinimal world." He clap's his hand's to gether "Well, done brucey, you officially became as mad as me" he walk's toward him his head tilted "Dioes it hurt knowing every day that thomas and martha died before your very eye's? you were only six year's old right? they should have known better than to go down an alley way aptly title: Crime alley, HahahahahahahHAHAHAHAHAHOHOHOHOHOHEHEHEHEHE-" batman side kicked him in the head causing joker to stagger back as Batman walked toward him joker's minion's pounce only for batman to sling several batarang's into their waist belt before exploding knocking them down as The Joker grin's wildly "still playing the bat? even after I KNOW your face?!" he yell's as Batman continue's stalking toward him before stopping and looking into his green eye's "I tried to offer rehabilitation to you, Joker. you killed Jason" he hissed with rage as the Joker back's up slightly "so i killed your robin? So what!? bats, he was holding you back! i did you a favour!" he scream's as Batman smirk's grumpily "and i'm gonna do you a favor by killing you" He say's as Joker's eye's widen "you wouldn't, you couldn't! think about it! think of what we mean to eachother!" He scream's seeing Harley quinn behind the batman "I mean, quite literally we are the perpexutal couple! we are yin, and yang brucey--now HARLEY!" he scream's before Batman turn's catching her base ball bat much to her shock then he slam's his head into her's knocking her out then spin's as the joker was running through the alley way the batman pull's out a grappling hook taking to the roof top's as The Joker duck's around a corner "You can't kill me bat's! you know this!" He shout's jumping onto a ladder and climbing it as The Batman watched him accross the roof top "You can't end me, i complete you!" he shout's as Batman lept from the roof and onto Joker's roof top joker turn's looking at him in all his frightening glory "Brucey, why do you continue to play a bat? why was this your plan to scare us?" He mock's as Batman stand's up his cape drapped around him now looking like a bat as The Joker stood across from him "You know if you kill me--you don't find chuckie's type-writer, your choice, bruce" He grin's putting his tattooed arm over his mouth as Batman glared at him in silence before answering "I kill you then every one is safe, i kill you and all the innocence you've taken will at last be at peace--You're no different from lucifer, maybe even worse" He say's as the Joker grin's tilting his head back "Is that so? oh, you're so flattering--so, clueless!" He shout's as it began raining "Jason Todd, he was your second robin" He grin's as Batman narrow's his eye's "OOH, i bet you still have that old dingy suit he wore, i bet it eat's at you each and every waking night that YOU let the poor boy die so horribly" He say's walking toward batman "Do you wanna know how jason's will was broken? who he foolishly believed would save him?," The joker look's up at the rain then at batman "He thought ol' brucey was man enough to save him from the devil, i still hear his scream's each and every night bats, Oh how they taste so sweet" He lick's his lip's as Batman walk's toward him the Joker grin's at him "That's it! Come at me! Kill me! Show that you are a killer!" he shout's as Batman run's punching him in the face the Joker stagger's slightly then punches batman in the jaw cracking it as Batman look's taken a back the Joker grin's devilishly at him "I already told you i have GOD'S type writer, That is my advantage over ol' brucey!" He elbows batman across the face as Batman spin kick's him in the rib's Joker stagger's to a knee holding his rib's "You cheating bastard! an i thought i cheated in a fist fight!" he laugh's before punching Batman again sending the Batman slamming again the banister of the roof top as Batman whipe's the blood from his lip then tear's open his batsuit top ripping it from his batsuit's pant's as the joker watched him taking in batman's scarred body then look's up as Batman look's into his eye's "If you knew me, you'd know i spent 12 year's training in every martial art's, And then some" He say's as the Joker look's at him "Who care's? you can train but i am immortal!" he cackles long and hard but batman runs at him tackling him through the banister and through the roof onto a dresser as they roll off landing on their feet Batman leg sweeps him elbowing him across his upper torso as Joker knee's him in the side of the head then catches batman's hand tabbing him in the upper pectorial and grinning wildly licking the blood from his blade as Batman stagger's only slightly then stand's straight "unpredictability has alway's helped you hold your own" He compliment's before pulling out a gel gun and sprays it on his knuckles as The Joker watched him "explosive gel?" he remarks as Batman look's into his eye's  "You won't fight fair, so i will fight dirty" He say's then runs at Joker who duck's the punch quickly causing the wall to explode sending them smashing through an to the outside street as Joker laid on the street he begin's laughing manically before turning his head toward a prone batman "you're getting too old for this" He say's as batman get's up and walk's toward him the Joker roll's over quickly and stand's up "Oooh, you wanna fight!? oh, we can fight all night batsy but, you'll never find chuck's type writer let alone his new book. HAHAHAHAHAHA!" he laugh's as Batman punches him in the face the joker stagger's slightly then kick's batman in the neck only for batman to tilt his head an lock joker's ankle in place "What are you doing batman! fight me!" He demand's as Batman look's into his eye's "I told you already, i'm going to kill you" He snap's Joker's left leg as Joker scream's hitting the ground hard blood pooling from his leg joker begin's laughing as he crawl's slightly away from batman "Ooh, you still want to kill me? didn't i tell you killing me will not help you find your goddamn typewriter of GOD, so get it through your head batsy!" He grin's as Batman stood over him "we can find it without you, you killed jason, you are the reason why everything bad has happened you helped Luci-" Suddenly harley quinn jumped on his back stabbing a knife into batman's side as batman grunt's slinging her over his shoulder ontop of the joker he rip's the knife from his side as The Joker grin's at Batman "You really have no idea do you?" He smirk's then shoves harley off of him jumping up "How long have we been doing this batsy? 28 year's? 30? and you still have no idea that even if you break my bones, you can not kill me" He pull's out his gun putting it to his own head "Allow me to show you what an immortal look's like, bruce" He blow's his brain's out as Batman stared at him joker's head wound heal's rapidly as The Joker begin's laughing then look's into batman's brooding eye's "i forgot to mention batman, Hockey mask freak's are also immortal--like him" He look's over batman's shoulder as Batman look's over his shoulder at a 6'3 367 pound figure standing in the alley way entery wearing a hockey mask a machette in his right hand as Joker pick's harley up then look's back smugly "He has mommy issues too!!! isn't that great?? you an him get to bond!! HEHEHEHEHEHAHAHAHAHAHOHOHOHOHOHOHOHAHAHAHA!!!" He grin's then run's off with harley quinn as Batman turn's to fully face the hockey masked figure "who the hell are you?" He asks before analyzing the figure's outfit then the one eye on display "Jason voorhee's, a little lost from the camp. shouldn't you be murdering a bunch of teenies and counselor's rather than fucking with those that can fight back?" he ask's as Jason Voorhee's walk's toward him and swing's the machette down batman roll's out of the way then avoid's the next swipe of the machette as Batman uppercut's Jason only to be met with his left hand gripping batman's neck tightly, Batman knee's him in the face pushing off an away as Jason throw's the machette batman leaps as his sides sliced open he stagger's back as Jason voorhees walk's toward him grabbing batman by the head as Batman punches him in the sides then uppercut's him before leaping up and slamming a right foot into jason's head as Jason look's at him then grab's him by the cowl and sling's batman headfirst into the brick wall before walking after him and grabbing him up as Jason throw's him across the alley he hit's a pipe cutting his back open as Batman pull's out a grappling hook firing it around jason's neck then throwing the gun up an over a stair well then grab's it and yank's down hard as Jason voorhee's is lifted all the way through the air he struggle's before ripping himself from the hook as Batman bleeding look's at the Hockey masked man Jason voorhee's snatches up his machette then walk's quickly at Batman as Batman avoid's the machette and slam's a knee into jason's side jason snatches his leg and throw's batman hard as Batman smashes again the brick wall blood pouring from his body Jason raises the machette til gun shot's strike him from the back he turns his head toward the alley way entry and spot's dean Winchester as his body turn's after he walk's toward Dean winchester slamming his machette into the ground then walk's toward Dean who shoot's him several more time's Batman look's up from the ground an get's up then limp's toward the machette and yank's it from the ground as he watches Jason move toward Dean he run's at Jason's back as Dean Winchester punches jason in the face Jason voorhee's snatches him by the jacket an just as he's bout to punch dean batman slices off his head with the machette as Dean watches the head fly toward the ground he stomp's it crushing it as Batman pushes away suddenly seeing something happening with the body "Get out of there now!" He shout's as Dean turn's toward voorhee's head his eye's widen as Jason's head was miracolousy back in place and not crushed "What the hell?" He say's as Jason voorhee's smack's him hard sending dean crashing through a fence then jason turn's his head toward batman his body following suit as he walk's quickly toward Batman who takes the machette and slices him over an over an over an over an over again his eye's taking notice of the flesh healing itself quickly he jump's backward's then plunges the machette through jason's head as Jason fall's to the ground Batman run's toward dean "We need to go after joker, staying here and fighting him--is a suicide mision!" He grab's dean up as Jason voorhee's lift's up removing the machette from his head as His head heal's then he stand's up as Batman and dean watched him as Jason voorhee's walk's after them Batman and Dean roll under his arm's then run for the alley exit only to find jason suddenly standing infront of them "Teleportation? rapid healing? but not a demon" Batman analyzes then walk's backward's "You've fought demon's, he's got two of their power's" He say's as Dean Winchester pull's out the demon blade "Well, if he has demon power's then this'll work, right?" he ask's as Batman look's at it then jason "Your best chance is to charge in, he's a slow fella so it wouldn't be too difficult to run him through" he say's as Dean Winchester run's at Jason avoiding jason's machette ramming the demon blade through his head then look's up only to find a raged eye glaring at him as Dean yank's the demon blade out of him and duck's the machette stabbing him through the chin only to again see a raged eye that wasn't lit up with light he roll's away and to his feet looking at batman "well that rules that one out, he's not a demon--zombie?" He ask's as Jason throw's the machette at them they jump away avoiding it as Jason's shoulder's go up and down indicating he was more raged at them as Batman look's at Dean "we need to go now" He sling's a batarang into Jason's chest and it explode's also exploding Jason then they run off down the alley and past the body part's as Batman spare's a glance backward's his eye's widen to see the 6'3 367 pound monster was standing there whole watching them run as Dean look's back after noticing his look "what the fuck!? you just iced that douchebag!" He say's as Jason disappear's and reappear's infront of them grabbing both by the neck They kick him in the face then Batman tackles him taking the monster to the ground as Dean run's off Batman hop's over jason and run's from him as Jason voorhee's sit's up then turn's his head to face them before standing up his machette coming to his hand as he throw's it at them Batman turn's and elbow's the blade away then fire's a grappling hook grabbing dean and landing on the roof top as Jason Voorhee's look's up Batman peek's over the edge "we should be safe moving up here, there's no way he can teleport up here" he say's as Dean peek's over the ledge "You think? If demon's can, why can't a big motherfucker?" he ask's as Batman look's at dean "Jason voorhee's is a big guy, i doubt that he can get up here without pinpointing the roof's ground" He say's before looking back over to see that jason was gone as Dean Winchester look's at the ground not seeing jason any where "maybe he got bored stiff?" He ask's as Batman look's for any trace of where he went to "No, that's not it dean--" He stop's and stand's up then turn's around to see Jason voorhee's standing 4 meter's away as Dean jump's up looking at him "and you said he couldn't do that" He say's before firing a shot at Jason whose shoulder's lift up then down as Jason walk's toward them machette in hand as Dean and Batman dodge the machette he swing's again knicking dean's left leg with it as Dean kick's him in the stomach causing jason to turn and slam his left fist toward dean and through the brick wall as Batman jump's on his back arm's wrapped around jason's neck and leg's tightly gripped around his waist as Jason voorhee's walk's backward's swinging and thrashing Dean Winchester run's up tackling Jason again the wall as Batman pull's back tightening his hold "Why won't he go down! zombie or no zombie he should be going down!" He shout's as Jason slam's dean again the wall then reaches behind him Dean stop's him by headbutting him as Jason stagger's slightly then grab's a pipe off the wall an slam's it behind him knocking batman off as Batman shake's his head "The fuck was that?" He murmur's holding his head as Jason Voorhee's uppercut's dean sending him smashing through the brick chimney an over the edge dean grab's a hold in time stopping himself from falling off as Jason's head turn's toward batman his body following suite he grab's batman by the throAT THEN PICK'S UP A BRICK AND SLAM'S IT REPEATEDLY INTO BATMAN'S HEAD TIL THE COWL RIP'S REVEALING PART OF HIS BLOODIED FACE as batman stare's up into jason's one eye he slam's a batarang into jason's sternum as it activate's sending a parachute through his back Jason is pulled away from batman and toward the edge of the roof as Jason wobbles trying to gain his balance batman run's up and jump's kicking him from the roof as Jason fall's 12 meters to ground below Batman kneel's helping dean up his eye's on jason as Jason get's up quickly and look's up at batman "Nothing is gonna slow him down, We need to go after joker and get that type writer back" He say's as Dean look's at Jason then pull's out a gernade and throw's it at him "even though explosion won't work it'll buy us time" He reason's as Jason explode's once more Batman look's at him "Come on before he regenerates!" They run and jump the roof heading in Joker's direction as Jason voorhee's regenerate's and grab's his machette walking after them.