Danny kills the Joker, not knowing of the kill switch set to release Joker gas the moment Jokers heart stops beating.
The problem that had been a hostage situation was now much, much worse.
See, the Joker was dangerous enough, but usually if you could keep him talking, you could get through and dismantle whatever plan it was he had going.
But no one factored in the hostage this time.
All of Gotham city had seen the hostage panic, seen him break free of his bonds, seen him punch the Joker hard enough that the clown’s head had hit the wall behind him and he had slumped, dead, to the ground.
All of Gotham city watched as the black-haired, blue-eyed (was he one of the Wayne kids? No, the Joker would have said if he was) boy’s panic shifted from terror to horror over what he apparently had done.
And all of Gotham city watched as the toxic green gas began to seep out of the Joker’s outfit. A dead-man release of toxic fumes that the boy breathed in, too panicked to notice.
At first, Gotham thought the boy was either going to die before the Bats go there, or they would arrive and administer the antidote to the Joker Gas now suffusing his body. What they didn’t expect was the reaction he would have to it.
And now, the city had a much larger problem, as a gas-crazed meta with powers on par with Superman himself leveled a city block in a matter of minutes.
Batman had called in Superman to help handle the problem, but he wasn’t sure what they could do other than try to restrain the boy until the antidote could be administered and kick in.
Unfortunately, restraint didn’t seem possible, as the Man of Steel’s efforts proved futile, leaving him side-lined.
“B, you there?”
“Oracle. You better have something we can handle this kid with.”
“I do. I was contacted by another hacker, one with knowledge of the kid, who’s usually a hero called Phantom. TF says he has something that can take him down, but he wants to be there personally to make sure you don’t use too much of it.”
“How fast can he be here?”
“On his way already.”
On the ground near Batman, a glowing green portal, the color of Lazarus Water and the crazed Meta’s glowing eyes, opened, letting out… a bright green puppy, swiftly followed by two teenagers.
The Flash, being the next to arrive, was set to aid with evacuation of the living from the immediate area. No one wanted to bring up what would need to be done if that radius wasn’t far enough; if they couldn’t stop Phantom’s rampage.
Emergency summons were was sent to Wonderwoman and Constantine, with hopes that they would have ideas where Superman’s effort failed.
But in the meantime, their hopes rested on two teenagers and a glowing puppy.
After the trust the teenagers had placed in him to get Phantom to a secure location, Batman was almost surprised by the amount of caution they afforded him with once the initial panic subsided.
being on tumblr has taught me that girls see men’s hands the same way men see tits, therefore from now on i will be constantly covering my hands with gloves to protect them from the horny female gaze
QUIT REBLOGGING THIS
Jenni’s POV:
Gloves = thigh high stockings
Solution: mittens
Sorry but a man stumbling in from the cold and removing a clunky, snow-covered mitten with his teeth only to reveal the perfectly sculpted hand underneath is not a solution to this problem
Y'all realize literally NONE of this is doing anything but reinforcing the hands = tits comparison, right.
