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Being Ghost King was no easy job. Especially when your predecessor was a blood thirsty tyrant that never cared for his subjects. For millennium, souls cried out in pain. They screamed for retribution. Only to be ignored.

But now, a new ruler took to the throne. Danny "Phantom" Fenton. He promised with his very core he would listen, protect, and bring closure to them. Instead of sobbing cries, there was cheers of salvation. Finally, Justice would arrive.

Much time had passed to the point where most of the old problems had dissolved on their own. But as one problem was solved, another arose.

Now, serial killers were nothing new to Danny. He'd heard about them throughout history. Monsters that often took sick pleasure in seeing innocent people suffer.

Many victims wished for their tormenters to feel the same pain they themselves were inflicted. Some of these killers had taken maybe 4 or 5 unfortunate souls. Others whom were more clever had taken lives in the double digits. Once in a human lifetime did any singular person slaughter numbers up to hundreds.

However, a single individual had set a record that put the others kill count to shame. Jack "The Joker" Napier had a list of victims longer than any human in any history. Millions have been slaughtered in terrible ways no decent being deserved. Just to push the boundaries. Just because he could. People whose ranged from babies just born in a hospital, to kind, elderly folk who want to live the rest of their lives in peace.

That wasn't even counting all the lives he made miserable from his actions. Corruption run rampant among the force that should've stopped monsters like him. Families ruined due to his chemical weapons. Civilian cross fire. Desperate people with no choice other than to assist in his terrorism. The list could go on forever. It did.

Worst of all, Lady Gotham was distraught by the lost of her most beloved knight. Batman may have been her first, but he was born in Bristol. No, Jason Todd had been a shining beacon of hope that warmed Gotham's dreary world. His life mercilessly cut short by the Joker. He was back stabbed by his egg donor, who sold him out to the Joker to be tormented, beaten, and mocked, all before sending the entire building he was being held into pieces.

Lady Gotham mourned Jason. As a result, so did Danny. Gotham has been a kind, patient guide as Danny took on the mantle of king. She was HIS knight. Although she technically went against his rules by allowing him to crawl out of his grave, Danny didn't mind her breaking a rule he didn't implement himself. He could understand the pain of what Jason went through. He should've taken care of that "Lazarus Pit" Jason was fully revived in.

Danny decided this declaration would be his apology for being unable to stop what Jason calls "Pit Rage". The young newly crown ruler of the Infinite Realms summoned a glowing green piece of parchment paper and a magic ball point pen. (No way was he using a quill and ink fountain) Slowly and decisively, he wrote in smooth cursive:

Dear, Heroes of the Justice League

My name is King Phantom of the Infinite Realms, Protector of the Afterlife, Guardian of Lost Souls, Apprentice to Father Time, Savior of the Far Frozen, Defeater of Pariah Dark, The Tyrant King, and Ancient of Space.

I do not want to fight. I merely require to inform you about a very important issue regarding an individual that must face punishment for his countless disregard for life and death.

This matter concerns the one whom you know as Batman and his fellow protectors of Lady Gotham.

Rest assure that I come only good intentions and will settle this problem as quickly and quietly as possible.

All I ask is you bring all of Lady Gotham's knights to this discussion. This involves all of them, especially the first three sons.

Signed, King Phantom.

Not forgetting the guide to summoning him, Danny also gave clear instructions on how to summon him when the time came. The young king decided to have a little fun with his steps. (Surprised no one came up with this idea yet)

As Danny signed his name in fancy scribbles, he let out a sigh of relief, releasing a breath he didn't even realize he was holding. Not that he even needed to breathe. Old habits die hard, even when you're only half dead.

Once the young ruler finished his letter after proofreading it with Tucker, Sam, and Jazz (Plus Dani for dramatic wording), Danny rolled it up and tied an enchanted black and green ribbon. Sending it off to a particular British man who was currently lighting up a cigarette.

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Feel free to add suggestions to the story or the letter he sends to the JL. Might've forgotten a title or three.

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John Constantine was what many would call an "Unusual/Pessimistic" man. Sure, they aren't wrong about that. He faces countless supernatural beings on a regular basis, deals with alien invasions, alternate timelines, different dimensions, even sold his soul one too many times.

But never in his to say the least, bizarre life has he ever had any form of interaction with THE ruler of the Infinite Realms. For good reason. Pariah Dark was a being no person should ever have the displeasure of meeting face to face. So when a magic scroll with the King's seal appeared, he wanted less than nothing to do with it. Until he saw the scroll itself. Pariah's scroll was charcoal black with a flaming crimson rope. This new one was a Lazarus green with a black and green ribbon tied in a fancy bow. Upon looking closer, the British man saw bits of frost on the edges that didn't melt when he touched it.

Clearly someone had slain/defeated Pariah and taken their title. Who that was is still a mystery. For now. A powerful one at the bate minimum. Pariah Dark was a force not to be reckoned with. So to know someone defeated him in single combat sent a serious amount of concern. John needs another drink. Stat.

But this job required being sober. Something he wasn't looking forward to. Honestly, Constantine just wanted to crash into his bed and hibernate for 10 years. Yet, he knew he couldn't ignore this letter. No telling what the new ruler of the Infinite Realms might do if ignored. From what John heard, Pariah Dark would destroy worlds for minor annoyances.

Personally, he wasn't gonna chance it. After finishing reading the letter, John sent an All-Hands on Deck signal to the JL. With an attached note saying to bring all the Bat Kids. Yes, all of them. No skipping.

Once it was sent, he chugged another cup of cheap wine. An uneasy feeling wretched in his stomach despite being nowhere near the meetings set time. Good thing one of the items he sold his soul for was an instant sobering spell.

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Sorry about this chapter being so short. I wanted to show things from our favorite British magician's perspective. Gonna have fun with chapter 3. Should be done shortly after the sever shut down period.

Shoutout to everyone that commented in such a short span of time!!! Never had this many so quickly!!!!

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"I think the Watchtower's set a record for most people in one meeting." Barry whispered to Hal on his side. The Green Space Cop simply nodded in agreement.

Constantine NEVER called the JL. Its always vice versa when everything magic-wise goes to pot. Which happens more often than not, let's be honest.

Each time, the magician looked more dead then the last. This time however, the man in question appeared much less of an Lvel 5 Exhaustion Columbus cosplayer, and more of a Columbus with only 1 cup of Dark Roast coffee. Much to everybody's surprise. And chagrin.

Everybody being Flash, the aforementioned Green Lantern, Wonder Woman, Aquaman, Martian Manhunter, Superman, Capitan Marvel, Hawk Girl, Green Arrow, Zatanna, Nightwing, Red Hood, Red Robin, Robin, Spoiler, Orphan, Signal, and a few others that Barry couldn't see. The biggest outlier was Batman being absent from that name list.

But everyone in the Tower knows Batman is a huge drama queen that always needed to be "Fashionably Late tm" (Hal's words, not his)

Constantine was busy drawing some sort of stylized "D" with flames on the straight lines inside of a circle. Looked pretty cool to be honest. Not that Barry was stupid enough to interrupt the British man while he was doing his thing. He already learned that lesson the hard way. (Constantine had a demon fake kidnap him, telling the Speedster he'd sold his soul)

"Well look who finally showed up! I was expecting you to mess with the lights and be revealed in a swarm of bats!" Hood mocked the final JL member entering the room. Constantine just snickered when he heard that, but not stopping his chalk drawing.

"Hm." (Not Funny Jason)

"You're right, its not funny. Its hilarious." Hood prodded.

"Hmm." (Enough. We have more important matters)

"Alright, Alright old man. Relax once in a decade." Jason waved off. Red Robin face palms. Robin scowls more (Is that possible?)

"Alright, let's get this crap storm started. The faster, the better. In the last few days, I've received a letter from the High King of the Infinite Realms. For everyone except me and Zatanna that don't know, the Infinite Realms is the bridge to all other dimensions and universes. Like the ocean surrounding an archipelago. Do not in any way piss them off. Do not imply wanting to start a fight. Got it? That means you Bats." The skrunkly blonde spoke up, already preparing for a potential Armageddon. Or Rapture. Or Ragnarock. Or Kali Yuga. Whatever the fuck will go wrong.

"If anyone talks about what happens in this room, I will personally send your ass into a black hole." He warns everyone listening. They all now laid eyes on him. Wanting to see what he didn't want anyone else knowing about. Pressing a button on his phone made it start playing a little beat.

Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo

(He's a Phantom)

Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo-Doo

(He's a Phantom, phantom)

Yo, Danny Fenton he was just 14

When his parents built a very strange machine

It was designed to view a world unseen

(He's gonna catch 'em all cause he's Danny Phantom)

When it wouldn't quite work, his folks they just quit

Then Danny took a look inside of it

There was bright, huge, flash everything just changed

His molecules got all rearranged

(Phantom, Phantom)

When he woke up, he realized

He had snow white hair, and glowing green eyes

Could walk through walls, disappear, and fly

He was much more unique than the other guys

It was then he knew what he had to do

He had to stop all the ghosts from coming through

He's here to fight for me and you!!

He's gonna catch 'em all 'cause he's Danny Phantom

Gonna catch 'em all 'cause he's Danny Phantom

Gonna catch 'em all 'cause he's Danny Phantom

Gonna catch 'em all cause he's... Danny Phantom!

Barry, Hal, and all the Bat Kids were trying their hardest not to laugh. Some better than others. Spoiler, Nightwing, and Signal were bending their knees as they laughed and wheezed at minimal volume. Red Hood and Red Robin remained still, but each had a look on their face that was about to bust. Robin and Orphan didn't move one bit, with Robin scowling slightly harder now. Orphan's mask twitched momentarily in amusement. A minisculely audible chuckle could also be heard by the Man of Steel. Supes knew that had to be Oracle.

Their snickering came to a sudden halt when a strong current of wind blew around the room. Frost began to form on the windows. Lights flickered. The black and green candles mysteriously froze, confusing everyone in the room (More than they already are)

A dark grey cloud formed directly above the summoning circle, seemingly the cause of the storm. Lightning cracked. A ring of white light appeared a few feet above the circle, splitting in two. The rings traveled in opposite directions. One up, one down. As they moved further away, a figure could be seen.

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When most people think of a ruler of dimensions, they expect some tall figure with only one eye, more than two eyes, maybe four arms, basically HP Lovecraft type shit.

What they got instead, was a younger teen shirtless trying to put a binder on. However, said binder was a little bit small on the wearer. Which leads to a pretty awkward situation.

"Phhhpiffflefelf?" (A little help?)

It took a split second for everyone to process what just happened. Once that had settled, Spoiler very carefully assisted this teen with their *ahem* mishap.

"Thanks! I owe ya one. Names Danny." The kid spoke with a slight accent, now wearing a white shirt with red collar line and hem, along with slightly ripped jeans. Upon closer inspection, the kid had charcoal black hair, and sapphire blue eyes. All the Bat kids looked at their leader, knowingly. They knew he had a weakness for black hair blue eyed children. Dick and Jason even coined the term "Wayne Adoption Bait". Which somehow all of Gotham has accepted.

"I'm sorry to interrupt but, I thought we were gonna talk with the Ghost King?" Barry murmured a little too loudly. Enough for everyone in the general vicinity to hear.

Constantine was already so done with this.

"Hey! In my defense, you guys summoned me while I was getting dressed." The Adoption Bait shouted in attitude crossing his arms.

"Was just about ready to transform before I got the call." Now said kid was seemingly leaning on air.

"Transform?" Nightwing chirped back. (They're the Birds, what do you expect?)

"Going Ghost!!" The boy cut the vigilante off, once again a ring of light formed around his torso before splitting into two that enveloped him completely.

Danny grew several feet, now towering over all of the JL. His body now physically aging at least a dozen years. Hair much wilder, a scar spanned vertically across his left eye.

His attire changed completely, becoming a black armored chest plate, and gauntlet on one arm. The other was wrapped in bandages and leather studded straps. On his belt was a scabbard decorated with planets painted on it.

Draped around the king's shoulders was a gorgeous cloak containing the very Galaxy in its folds. An unusual red flower on the fluffy part had a chain connected to keep it in place. The other side had a pin designed in the shape of a pyramid with weird tech lines.

In spite of Danny's change in physical age and attire, that was not the biggest shock to the heroes in the room. No, what shook them to their core was the PRESSURE he now gave off. An ancient, wise aura giving off the feeling he held the very deepest secrets of the multi verse. Some of the JL wobbled in the slightest amount that would be unnoticed by ordinary people. Key word: Ordinary.

They stared in awe, fear and respect.

"Not such a little shrimp now, aren't I?" Danny smirked at them all.

Barry and Hal fainted in perfect synchronization. Catwoman and Diana (Don't ask how she got in) hoisted each hero on their shoulder like a giant sack of flour.

"Is...that what you really look like?" Captain Marvel asked, shocked at another powerful entity also having a childish form.

"Definitely no. What I looked like when I was summoned is the real me."

Scratch that, Marvel and Danny were gonna get along so well.

"Captain Marvel. I think we could be amazing friends. Well, after this of course." The young magic champion shook hands with the King of the Infinite Realms smiling with excitement strewn across his face.

"Speaking of which, that's me. Danny Phantom. King of the Infinite Realms, Protector of the Afterlife, Savior of the Far Frozen, Defeater of Pariah Dark, the Tyrant King, Apprentice of Father Time, Ancient of Space." Danny bowed with a pinch of amusement.

Diana had returned from carrying Barry at that moment. She followed Danny's movements in respect.

"It is an honor to meet you, King Phantom. I am Diana Prince of Themyscira." (I definitely butchered that)

"Oh! I've heard about you from Pandora! She's very pleased the Amazon are thriving. I'm sure she'd love to meet you." Danny chimed up. Stars sparkled in his eyes.

"It would be an honor, King Phantom" Diana responded with grace (Did she ever do anything NOT graceful?)

"Another time. Unfortunately, I must address the metaphorical elephant in the room." Danny's figure shifted slightly. Now he stood much stiffer, turning his focus towards the Dark Knight. Bandaged and armored fingers clench lightly into fists. Lips press thin and white. Eyes no longer soft, but now had a sharp, piercing gaze. Everyone directed their sight between the two.

They could already tell whatever Danny needed to speak to THE Batman about would not be pretty.

The Ghost King pulled out a massive book, bigger than himself in his King form spanning well over 7 feet. (213 cm) 

"My reason for requesting a meeting with you, along with the Justice League is that an individual in Lady Gotham's territory must face consequences for his callous disregard of not only mortal laws, but also the very fundamentals of the Infinite Realms. Jack Napier, also more commonly known as "The Joker" has taken immeasurable lives that had nothing to do with his schemes. He killed countless innocents before their time in terrible ways no decent human being should have to endure. And this is only the list of LETHAL suffering he's inflicted. Ruined the force meant to stop monsters like him, destroyed families with his toxic weapons, created desperation that forces others to aid in his reign of terror. the list could and would go on forever Batman."

Batman refused to look at the seemingly endless list of Joker's victims, ranging from babies just born in hospitals to gentle elderly that wanted to live their lives in peace.

"I understand why you refuse to kill. I know deep down if you ever crossed that line, you'd never be able to go back. I respect that. What I am NOT forgiving so easily is the fact you REVIVED him after your oldest son beat him to death." Phantom's tone grew sharper, and by extension so did his teeth and nails.

Gasps could be heard from numerous heroes. Nightwing lost his normal light-hearted attitude. Red Hood's eyes were blown open in surprise. Red Robin glared daggers at Batman. If Robin scowled anymore, he probably would be stuck like that. Spoiler, Orphan and Signal all looked at Night wing in shock, but with a bit of awe.

"I didn't want him to carry that kind of blood on his hands." The Dark Knight spoke calmly.

"There was no benefit of bringing that psychotic monster back to life, Batman. All you did was just enable more suffering." Danny put the metaphorical (and soon to be literal) nail in the coffin.

"This is NOT a request. The very dead are demanding their Justice Batman. They demanded his soul be ripped into nothingness to prevent him from continuing his reign of terror as a ghost. Never in all of the Infinite Realms have so many souls wanted judgement on a single being. This cannot be ignored." Phantom announced.

Batman opened his mouth to protest, but Danny cut him off.

"Before you say this isn't my business, it quite literally is. All living beings will die and become mine inevitably. Whether they like it or not. Including YOU. To ignore this would bring even more pain, disgrace, and suffering to my subjects" Danny interrupted.

"I'm giving you 48 hours to capture Joker and bring him to me. Should you refuse, I'll send my men and woman to retrieve him. Although I'd prefer not to cause mass panic if possible. Hence this meeting." Danny concluded his message crossing his arms with a look on his face that could give Alfred an uneasy feeling.

"Question King Kid." Red Hood spoke up. His posture unusually relaxed for the tension in the room. Several Bat Kids shot him a look that screamed "What the hell do you think you're doing?"

The (Not looking) young king raised an eyebrow with curiosity what Lady Gotham's most beloved knight (And first in the book listing Joker's victims) had to say.

"Oh? And what would that be?" Danny piped up with an amused look on his face.

"If I bring that clown bastard back here in half the time you gave B, can I personally tear his soul to shreds?" Jason offered, his right hand holding his left fist with a menacing grin.

"Abso-fucking-lutely! You got yourself a deal Hood. Danny welcomed with gusto.

"This is officially the best day of my second life! It couldn't get better!" Jason celebrated.

"As a bonus, I'll even throw in a free cleaning of what you know as "Lazarus Pit Water." Phantom accepted immediately.

"I take that back. It got way better."

Red Robin's mouth dangled wide open. Nightwing follow suit. Spoiler bit her lip to hold back a laugh. Robin rolled his eyes. Signal pinched himself to make sure he wasn't dreaming. Orphan shook her head in amusement.

The same ring of light appeared once more around Danny's torso, repeating the motion it followed earlier. Only this time Danny turned back into an ordinary looking kid. Well, other then the fact he was Prime Wayne Adoption Bait.

"Pleasure doing business with you. By the way Connie, don't sell your soul too many times before our next visit." Danny added.

The British man chuckled lightly while opening up a bottle.

"Make no promises mate." Constantine joked halfway. (Within the 6 years of Danny taking the title, Constantine's sold his soul at least 2 dozen times.)

And with that, Danny sunk back into the symbol on the floor where he'd been summoned, ending the ritual. The only thing that remained was the candle stumps arranged in a circle.

Red Hood sprinted out of the room in record time. Not wanting to waste a second hunting down his murderer.

"20 bucks says Hood asks the Ghost King out on a date once he turns the Joker in." Spoiler bets loud enough for the other Gotham vigilantes to hear.

"50. Propose." Orphan ups the ante, excitement brewing in her eyes.

"Deal." Steph agrees.

"I need more coffee." Red Robin grumbled to himself.

"We all need more sleep." Duke reiterated.

"Like hell that's ever gonna happen." Steph reminded Signal.

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What happens next? Does B chase after him? Assist him? Let me know in the comments

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"Hood, stop! Let's talk through this!" Bat- no, Bruce yelled out to his second son, hoping there was another way to handle this.

"What's there to talk about, Old Man? The literal King of the Fucking Afterlife demanded that bastard clown be brought to him. Can't get any clearer than that." The crime lord spat sarcastically

"Killing Joker isn't going to solve anything." The elder vigilante tried a gazillion times in his life explaining

"Neither is sending him back to Arkham where he'll just bust out in a few hours." Jason fired back. (No, no, he has a point)

"Face it, B. Bastard ain't gonna change. He'll never reform. Hell, he'll never feel a bit of remorse for anyone he's killed. Whether it be civilian or not. Joker won't know the true pain he's caused." Jason continued. "To him, its all some fucked up game."

....

Silence fell between the two vigilantes, tension no amount of weaponry could break.

The once revenant stopped by his one of his safe houses to stock up on supplies, all while Batman watched him from afar. Noting the rubber bullets Jay stocked. He didn't mind B watching, he knew how Bruce operated.

"By the way, King kid might still be mad at you for reviving Joker, so I suggest you help me find the fucker." Jason pointedly poked his gun against Bruce's cape covered chest.

"Hm." (No)

"You seriously think you know better than the Ruler of the Afterlife? I met him when I was...he took time to understand what kind of hell brought me to him. He told me to be patient. That he'd bring closure. Something YOU never did." Jason gritted his teeth on those last few words.

"I had only known him for less than a year, yet he was willing to end that clowns reign of terror for me. Unlike you who've I've known for years and took me in." The crime lord scoffed as he loaded his ammo.

"Jayl-" Bruce tried to calling out to Jason, being interrupted by the man in question.

"Don't you fucking dare use that name right now Bruce. You should know better than to try and stop me. Now if you'll excuse me, I got a clown to get." Jason stomped off, shoulders square, determination radiating off him. He walked as if he's been sent to murder Captain America.

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If you told Jason in the past that his luck would turn around, he'd call you a fucking moron that has no idea what kind of shit life's dumped on him. And he'd be right... Until tonight. Jason took off on his motorcycle at record speed, planning to see some serious shit. Anyone in his general path seemed to be aware of this as well. The streets he drove through were even more barren than usual. A group of young adults split up and out of his path like the Red Sea.

Very faintly in the distance, a graceful, feminine chuckle could be heard by a select few; Jason being one of them.

(Lady Gotham)

Jason had know for years Gotham had a City Spirit. This was only confirmed when he was....gone. The Spirit had taken it upon herself to bring him to the Ghost King.

Danny listened to the series of unfortunate events he called life. At the very end, Danny hugged the boy who was only a year older then Danny at the time of the accident that would forever change his path. Neither had asked for the circumstances they were faced with, but they did their best, and that's all they could do.

The King made a vow in that moment. A vow that some day, Danny would do what his adopted father could not ever be able to do.

End the Joker's reign of terror once and for all. Permanently.

Jason was allowed to return to the living realm with the help of Lady Gotham and Danny himself. Clockwork sent Danny a sticky note telling to send him back to the living world.

Although his mind didn't remember everything, his once again beating heart did. Over time, bits and pieces emerged from the depths of Jason's mind. Retelling the promise an omnipotent deity made for solely him.

That day had finally arrived. Now the very stars that Danny adored had aligned for him.

Jason didn't even need to look hard for that sick clown. A TV he passed by was playing an announcement warning the bastard in question had once again busted out of Arkham as usual.

(Which really proves a point against B)

"Hood. Oracle here. Someone just sent me Jokers location. Sending the coordinates now. Give him hell for me Jay." Barbara informed Jason with a hint of amusement.

"You know I will. You're the best." Hood messaged back.

"I know." Babs chuckled.

Jason sped up, kicking his engines into overdrive, turning on some music to clear his head a little.

Going fast makes me feel alive

My heartbeat's in hyperdrive 

Did you think you could win, only if I lose

Just let, destiny choose

I can hear you breathing

I can see you coming

I can feel the wind that's blowing me around.

Take a shot at me running side by side 

It's a blur...as I go by 

See the sun arising

Fire in the sky

Greatness thrusts itself into our lives

...

Speed of sound, breaking through the night

Racing hearts, always taking flight

Can you keep the pace?

Feel the need for speed

In this game we're freed

I can hear you breathing

I can see you coming

I can feel the wind that's blowing me around

Take a shot at me riding side by side

Its a blur as l go by

...

Adrenaline coursing through my veins

Every twist and turn breaking all the chains

Can you see the sparks from the engines roar?

In this chase we soar

...

I can hear you breathing

I can see you coming

I can feel the wind that's blowing me around

Take a shot at me riding side by side

Its a blur as l go by

....

Racing shadows dancing through the night

In the glow of lights, everything's so bright

Feel the their crash

Hear the roaring sound

In this race we're bound

...

Pushing limits, reaching for the stars

Every second counts no matter how far

In the flash of light,

We'll ignite the fire 

Living on desire

I can hear you breathing

I can see you coming

I can feel the wind that's blowing me around.

Take a shot at me running side by side 

It's a blur...as I go by

I can hear you breathing

I can see you coming

I can feel the wind that's blowing me around

See the sun arising

Fire in the sky

Greatness thrusts itself into our lives

By the end of the song, Jason could already hear that sick bastards maniacal laughter. Green crept up on the edges of his vision, but this time it wasn't uncontrollable rage in his eyes. Yes, burning emotions, but more focused would be the better word. Instead of a fire burned out of control, it was now tempered flames melting white-hot liquid metal to be forged into a new weapon.

A weapon he would use to strike down his murderer to end this once and for all.

Wasting no time, Jason practically jumped off the motorcycle, rolling into a fighting stance. He quickly shot the guns out of a few goons hands, not wanting them to interrupt the moment. The goons in question could see the Red Hood was NOT up for any shenanigans tonight, and made the (thankfully wise) decision to hippity hoppity get off the property. While they still had their legs fully intact.

"Well if it isn't the little birdie that flew too far from the nest. I so miss our play dates with a certain lovely crowbar. Perhaps Batsy could schedule another date." Joker mocked.

 "I'm not up for your fucking games clown. This is ending only one way." Jason deadpans.

"You can't kill me. What'll dear ol Batsy say about killing his greatest nemesis?" The clown taunted more.

"Oh, I'm not here to kill you. That's a job for someone else. Someone far more powerful than you could ever imagine in your twisted mind. Not even Batman can save you now. If I can't bring you to your soon to be executioner, he'll come over here himself. Believe me." Jason warned the clown.

"And who is this oh so powerful vigilante not even Batman can stop?" Joker rolled his eyes.

(This is my first time writing a combat scene. I'd appreciate some advice on how I can improve)

"Why don't I just show you face to face?" The crime lord snarked aiming his gun at the clown's leg.

Joker leapt out of the way, barely avoiding the barrage of rubber bullets.

Jason charged with all his might, sending a nasty kick to the clowns face. Said clown fished out some of his bombs from his pockets and tossed them at Jason's spot.

"Shit!" Jason cursed out loud as he narrowly dodged their range with a quick roll.

Jason started firing another set of ammo, managing to nic his murderers leg. Joker let out a hiss in pain.

He retaliates with a hand of card blades that really didn't do much other than scratch the red bat symbol on the chest.

Jason fired a grappling hook to the wall, planning to deliver a swinging kick Tarzan style. Unluckily, Joker ducked in the nick of time, allowing the clown to pull out a machete and start charging directly towards the crime lord.

Said crime lord was tired of this dramatic bullshit, and proceeded to simply knock the weapon out of the bastards hand.

Desperately, Joker decided to punch Jason square in the chest. Big mistake. Turns out unbeknownst to Joker, Jason had installed some sort of taser in his armor that activated when attacked.

Jason scoffed at the clowns poor attempt of fighting back. If he didn't have the helmet on, you would've seen him roll his eyes.

With a yawn, Jason ended this sham with a swift and painful kick between the Jokers legs. Throughout several blocks, witnesses in the nearby area would swore they heard a demonic screeching echoing across that area. Some said it was more akin to a banshee wail. Doesn't matter.

Red Hood already got to work tying up the clown tightly with ropes. Making sure he wouldn't escape again.

A slight shift in the air put Jason on edge as his eyes darted around looking for anyone that might interfere. Although to be honest, the number of people who would do that could be counted with one finger.

However he knew that single person better than most Gothamites would ever know.

"Hood." The figure grunted.

"It's already over B. This sick bastard will finally be turned in forever." Red Hood spoke firmly.