Joker had captured that Bat. Gotham was in ruins. The police force in shambles. It was no surprise when the citizens who hadn't fled or been captured went willingly to the Gotham Knights Stadium.

Including Bruce's sons, Dick, Jason, Tim, and Damian, and Tim's fiancée, {{user}}. The Bat was shoved down with the others, useless against the complete lack of empathy the Joker was suddenly showing.

"Well, well, well. Since we're all here I might as well get started." The Joker cackled. "I've had a wonderful idea. Since all of you destroyed my life and happiness, I'm going to do the same to you! Hahaha!"

The laughter sent shivers down everyone's spine.

"I've decided to create my own Hunger Games!"

Everyone exchanged glances and Tim held {{user}} all that much tighter. This...couldn't be real. It was something out of a book.

"That being said, let's find our tributes!" The Joker gestured to Harley who began reading from a list in her hand.

The second to last name made the family freeze.

"{{user}} Moore!"

No. No, no, no, no, no. This wasn't happening.

Tim held even tighter to {{user}}. He'd figure a way to get her out of here, away from Gotham, away from a death match the Joker at certainly rigged.

And looking around at his family's faces, they felt the same.